June 12, 2009
Flowers for a Ghost - Thriving Ivory
This is the song that inspired the article that I wrote on my birthday, I hope you enjoy it. I've been obsessing over it for the last week :S
This is the song that inspired the article that I wrote on my birthday, I hope you enjoy it. I've been obsessing over it for the last week :S
birthday
flower
ghost
June 10, 2009
So... in two hours, I say good bye to the last of my teen years. I never thought it will be so emotional to grow up. It has never occurred to me that these two hours will be as hard as they actually are. I know I shouldn't be writing this, and study instead for my huge final tomorrow, but I don't really want to spend these last to hours studying. I just wish I was with my family right now.
Tomorrow marks half of my youth. You do not realize this until you hit the mid-point, and sometimes you don't even realize this until its too late.
Today marks the last day of my past, the last days for me as a ghost. Today marks the last day of me observing this world, and start taking action.
These twenty years, I've been running from something, down a road that's leading nowhere. I am a ghost haunting a house, haunting your dreams, haunting my life.
Its feels like a ship I'm sinking with my bare hands, and when the night falls around me, the ship is in the dock again.
The only thing that I've learned so far is that life gives you crap with lemons on a silver plate, and that my goal in life is to deal with the crap and find its brighter side. I know its a rather depressing way to start a new decade, but I took a plane to somewhere out in space to start a life and maybe change the world. I don't want have to crawl anymore, I don't want to have to go alone anymore... See, my head aches from all this thinking, fels like a ship God, God knows, I'm sinking. I wonder what to do? and where to stay? These questions like a whirlwind, they carry me away.
So who will bring me flowers for my ghost's grave? and who will give me comfort when it’s cold? who will I belong to when the day just won't give in? and who will tell me how it ends and how it all begins?
I thank God everyday that I have friends like you, that I have family like you, for the road that brought me here was very rocky, and I am tempted to send this to the lost souls of the friends I have lost along the way, but I will have to think about that again in the morning when I am fully conscious about my actions. I am only human.
With your presence in my life, I know I won't disappear with my good intentions, and I am rest assured that by tonight there will be twenty flowers.. twenty flowers on the grave of the ghost of my lost soul.
Twenty flowers for a Ghost
This post is dedicated to my family and my friends who I also consider them my second family. So... in two hours, I say good bye to the last of my teen years. I never thought it wi…
This post is dedicated to my family and my friends who I also consider them my second family.So... in two hours, I say good bye to the last of my teen years. I never thought it will be so emotional to grow up. It has never occurred to me that these two hours will be as hard as they actually are. I know I shouldn't be writing this, and study instead for my huge final tomorrow, but I don't really want to spend these last to hours studying. I just wish I was with my family right now.
Tomorrow marks half of my youth. You do not realize this until you hit the mid-point, and sometimes you don't even realize this until its too late.
Today marks the last day of my past, the last days for me as a ghost. Today marks the last day of me observing this world, and start taking action.
These twenty years, I've been running from something, down a road that's leading nowhere. I am a ghost haunting a house, haunting your dreams, haunting my life.
Its feels like a ship I'm sinking with my bare hands, and when the night falls around me, the ship is in the dock again.
The only thing that I've learned so far is that life gives you crap with lemons on a silver plate, and that my goal in life is to deal with the crap and find its brighter side. I know its a rather depressing way to start a new decade, but I took a plane to somewhere out in space to start a life and maybe change the world. I don't want have to crawl anymore, I don't want to have to go alone anymore... See, my head aches from all this thinking, fels like a ship God, God knows, I'm sinking. I wonder what to do? and where to stay? These questions like a whirlwind, they carry me away.
So who will bring me flowers for my ghost's grave? and who will give me comfort when it’s cold? who will I belong to when the day just won't give in? and who will tell me how it ends and how it all begins?
I thank God everyday that I have friends like you, that I have family like you, for the road that brought me here was very rocky, and I am tempted to send this to the lost souls of the friends I have lost along the way, but I will have to think about that again in the morning when I am fully conscious about my actions. I am only human.
With your presence in my life, I know I won't disappear with my good intentions, and I am rest assured that by tonight there will be twenty flowers.. twenty flowers on the grave of the ghost of my lost soul.
20
birthday
famly
February 22, 2009
Beep Beep
The alarm clock goes off.
I didn’t want to wake up,
I wish I hadn’t.
It was very strange,
everything was black and white.
Was I going blind?
I tried to go back to sleep,
but that didn’t seem to work.
Sleeping somewhere cold,
trying to figure out what was happening,
I heard a sudden chuckle.
Foolish boy,
this is your past
you have lived to regret it
you are doomed to live it again
you are stuck here
you cannot escape.
I open my eyes,
absolute darkness,
this feeling wasn’t new,
darkness is a part of who I am
and it has been for ever.
I always wondered what was wrong with me.
Still in black and white,
I relived every mistake I have made,
every incorrect decision
every wrong turn.
A million thoughts of the sins I’ve sinned
rushed through my mind like the blowing wind.
Shattered lives,
ravaged souls,
mangled hearts.
I am a slave,
a slave of my daunting past,
it’s taking over me
and I can’t break free
until I let it go.
I look into my bedroom mirror,
I couldn’t see my own reflection.
Suddenly, I hear a sinister familiar hum,
music in the background,
my favorite song:
Don’t try to fix me, I’m not broken.
Hello, I’m the lie
living for you so you can hide.
For a moment,
everything seemed to make perfect sense.
I look into my bedroom mirror,
my bedroom with no windows,
the clock ticking backwards,
something was different.
Out of the absolute darkness,
electric green
was flowing out of my pupils.
When did I become one of the living dead?
I used to laugh at people like me.
Eternal silence.
I was trying to hide the emptiness,
I was trying to suppress my regret,
I was trying to conceal the truth.
A bright sallow flash,
an utterly disturbing blast
filled the atmosphere.
Beep Beep
This time, I knew I was awake,
for I was sleeping for a thousand years.
As I opened my eyes,
I hoped that everything is back in color again,
but the first thing I noticed
were my windows,
my precious windows.
Yet, something was still different.
I know you’re still here,
I mumbled without thinking.
Of course I’m still here,
asserted my roommate
with a confused but ironic grin.
Never mind,
I muttered
with a low embarrassed tone,
and escaped swiftly
heading to the shower.
I was finally alone,
or was I?
A horrified chill
found its way down
my terrified spine.
I am your worst nightmare.
I kill,
But I will let you live for now
if
you
change.
It was a stormy morning,
the wind still blowing,
but, I was ready for change.
Stuck in the Past
A little something I wrote for my creative writing class last semester. Hope you enjoy it. Beep Beep The alarm clock goes off. I didn’t want to wake up, I wish I hadn’t. It was very st…
A little something I wrote for my creative writing class last semester. Hope you enjoy it.Beep Beep
The alarm clock goes off.
I didn’t want to wake up,
I wish I hadn’t.
It was very strange,
everything was black and white.
Was I going blind?
I tried to go back to sleep,
but that didn’t seem to work.
Sleeping somewhere cold,
trying to figure out what was happening,
I heard a sudden chuckle.
Foolish boy,
this is your past
you have lived to regret it
you are doomed to live it again
you are stuck here
you cannot escape.
I open my eyes,
absolute darkness,
this feeling wasn’t new,
darkness is a part of who I am
and it has been for ever.
I always wondered what was wrong with me.
Still in black and white,
I relived every mistake I have made,
every incorrect decision
every wrong turn.
A million thoughts of the sins I’ve sinned
rushed through my mind like the blowing wind.
Shattered lives,
ravaged souls,
mangled hearts.
I am a slave,
a slave of my daunting past,
it’s taking over me
and I can’t break free
until I let it go.
I look into my bedroom mirror,
I couldn’t see my own reflection.
Suddenly, I hear a sinister familiar hum,
music in the background,
my favorite song:
Don’t try to fix me, I’m not broken.
Hello, I’m the lie
living for you so you can hide.
For a moment,
everything seemed to make perfect sense.
I look into my bedroom mirror,
my bedroom with no windows,
the clock ticking backwards,
something was different.
Out of the absolute darkness,
electric green
was flowing out of my pupils.
When did I become one of the living dead?
I used to laugh at people like me.
Eternal silence.
I was trying to hide the emptiness,
I was trying to suppress my regret,
I was trying to conceal the truth.
A bright sallow flash,
an utterly disturbing blast
filled the atmosphere.
Beep Beep
This time, I knew I was awake,
for I was sleeping for a thousand years.
As I opened my eyes,
I hoped that everything is back in color again,
but the first thing I noticed
were my windows,
my precious windows.
Yet, something was still different.
I know you’re still here,
I mumbled without thinking.
Of course I’m still here,
asserted my roommate
with a confused but ironic grin.
Never mind,
I muttered
with a low embarrassed tone,
and escaped swiftly
heading to the shower.
I was finally alone,
or was I?
A horrified chill
found its way down
my terrified spine.
I am your worst nightmare.
I kill,
But I will let you live for now
if
you
change.
It was a stormy morning,
the wind still blowing,
but, I was ready for change.
ghost
past
poem