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Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Orange picking story
I picked an orange, which was perfect for me. it was flawless on the outside and the texture smooth and not too soft. I started peeling its skin and feasting on it, but I realized it didn’t taste so good. Not because the orange was bad or sour, its insides were all perfectly juicy and sweet. What cause the bad taste was because of me brushing my teeth. The symbolic lesson learnt from this? Haven’t figured it out, but I may have been brushing my “teeth” too much that I turned whatever that’s sweet to me sour.
The moral behind this is eat the orange before brushing your teeth. In this case, or more so in my case, I should give my best shot first before telling myself what the end result will be. If I were to tell myself what the end result would be first, I would loose hope and motivation in doing my best and the sweet orange will turn sour. Whereas if I did my best first and cross your fingers, I at least have tasted the orange first and I can clean my teeth later for necessity sake. I don’t know what this orange mean. But it just happened to me so yea. I’ll do my best for you. Because 1012 I love you.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
The immortal
He sat beside his dying love battling against time
He heard her soft small whisper calling out his name
She slowly closed her eyes and panic possessed his mind
He never thought he would go through such agonizing pain
What myopic demon possessed him at that place?
Where he asked for immortality, life without a phase
He didn’t foresee what the consequences were
He didn’t know his life would be a blur.
Living for a thousand years of untold agony
Watching all his loved ones perish
He stabbed himself a hundred times too many
But he still lived, he didn’t vanish.
He longed to be rid of this Godless curse
To be free and satisfy his undying thirst
But the stars stared down and mocked at him
Laughing at his a life without a fin
Every town he stepped into chased him away
Because of his unaging features that stay
Immortality what a foolish wish it be
If only quote he that I could see.
How long more will he walk this Earth?
to Thread on the mortal’s turf
He prays for his time to be up
From the living he wishes to depart
Woe to him the miserable immortal
To whom everyone’s hostile
Undying unaging unliving being
Life forever never has a meaning.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
This post is entitled. " all i want"
its not a poem but its a drawing and a tattoo design i want to have imprinted on my chest. its to remind me of all my values and my believes and to never loose sight of them as time goes on. it also represents all the things in life i want and my goals and dreams. especially "that".
i hope you enjoy this piece of wordless poetry.