reality

screw the whole to-do list.

place is in a mess.

havent get back to sport

tummy's getting lil flabby.

-.- i cant keep on living like this.

Goin to Langkawi this weekend.

- j -

- your life is in your hands, you scalp them. not wait for them to be scalped.-

bored laa

bored laa

bored laa

bored laa

bored laa

You.

Forever, your eyes will hold these memories

Forever, I want there to be a place for me in your heart

Forever, I won’t be able to hold you

Forever, these skies will hold the tears I cried

Forever, I’ll always love you although you may be gone

Forever, I’ll cry for the pain that has been brought onto me

Forever, death will embrace you

Forever, love will embrace me and you

-j-

The Rose in the Deeps of His Heartby William Butler Yeats(1865-1939)

All things uncomely and broken,

all things worn-out and old,

The cry of a child by the roadway,

the creak of a lumbering cart,

The heavy steps of the ploughman,

splashing the wintry mould,

Are wronging your image that blossoms

a rose in the deeps of my heart.

The wrong of unshapely things

is a wrong too great to be told;

I hunger to build them anew

and sit on a green knoll apart,

With the earth and the sky and the water,

remade, like a casket of gold

For my dreams of your image that blossoms

a rose in the deeps of my heart.

without you

There’s something missing inside of me

Without you I feel so hollow

What I would give just to tell thee

Never before have I felt so shallow

All the words that were never spoken

Yet there’s nothing left to say

Alone I try to replace what’s broken

Someday will be together I pray

Even when I try to speak

I cannot seem to find

Every time I see you I feel so weak

The love that will always bind

Carry the things I cannot dismiss

Never again do I think I’ll feel this

to live not in fear

its my life, not yours. You do what you like, but dont cross my line. Its my past, its not yours to touch. Care about yours, dont butt in mine. All i wanna do is live my life,be with people i love.Dont go screwing it up for me. So back off.

- my life is not yours to live -

-j-

What its like.

A Man of Words and Not Deeds

A man of words and not of deeds

Is like a garden full of weeds

And when the weeds begin to grow

It's like a garden full of snow

And when the snow begins to fall

It's like a bird upon the wall

And when the bird away does fly

It's like an eagle in the sky

And when the sky begins to roar

It's like a lion at the door

And when the door begins to crack

It's like a stick across your back

And when your back begins to smart

It's like a penknife in your heart

And when your heart begins to bleed

You're dead, and dead, and dead indeed

-j-