.it's a love story

..hello.

I'm not putting anything of myself in here.
You'll get quite enough of that from reading my blog.

.wishes.

Did wishing upon a falling star work anyway? I'll be brief I WANT MY HAPPY EVER AFTER Sometimes I wish I was a Twilight character Not that I like the book; at least I know I'll be assured of a perfect ending

Unless of course, I was James, Laurent, Victoria or any one of the baddies. In that case, I just want A happy ending

.links.

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.credits.

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Wednesday, 1 July 2009

MY LAST POST UNTIL AFTER O LEVELS.

THIS TIME IT'S FOR REAL.

Â -close your eyes ;

Sunday, 21 June 2009

I want to write I want to write I want to write.

SOMETHING OTHER THAN FANFICS OF MY OWN LIFE. (Oh man, can you imagine how lame that is?)

Â -close your eyes ;

Thursday, 30 April 2009

Are you laughing? I'm not. (30/4/2009)

Three cheers to my darling muse
For inspiring as many poems in a week
But wait a minute, why am I thanking you?
Let's have a look, shall we?
Last Friday I got snickers and stares
From a bunch of your fellow schoolmates
There was some pointing and plenty of glares
Whatever have you said?
So other than the cold shoulder
What else have you given moi?
Oh, I don't know, just possibly
The pain of being ignored?
Then of course, there's adolescent frustration
It's playing havoc with my skin
And let's not forget the void your absence brings
Constant hunger makes it impossible to stay thin
I can't take much more of this
Not saying the inspirations aren't of use
But seriously, will you just talk to me
This isn't at all cute
So once again, three cheers to you dear
For being my one and only muse
But I'll trade it all for just one thing
An actual conversation with you

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I've been eating like a pig for the past few weeks. Argh.

Â -close your eyes ;

Obsession (29/4/2009)

It starts with the whisper of silence
The shadow of dreams that linger in light
It morphs into a being of substance
One that watches you the darkest nights

Its caress at first the gentlest of blushes
A comforting warmth that spreads throughout
It brings the peace of a warm smile
The soft touch that erases your every doubt

But oh, how quickly it changes
From something so pure and sweet
To an evil greed that knows no end
A craving you cannot possibly feed

It preys on your hopes and poisons your speech
Its fetid breath stinks of decay and mould
A demon that controls your every thought
Once grown, it'll never leave you alone

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My more conventional style of poetry. I like how it started, but it still feels off.

Â -close your eyes ;

Sunday, 26 April 2009

On crushes and hormones (23/4/2009)

Mouth dry, tight smile. Meanwhile
My heart's trying to fly away.
I feel like a nervous
Child. Why oh why is it so
Hard to just
Say 'hi'?
My calm, my composure,
Shattered. Like glass.
Cheeks hot and flushed; stop blushing
I order. Of course
The body won't follow.
And the ordeal's over.
Finally.
But
As he leaves, I feel
Hollow. Hyperactive heart's replaced
With stone. What's wrong with me,
I ask. Embarrassed heat's gone, leaving me
Cold. It's not an impossible task.
To walk to your crush
And just
Say
"Hi."

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Trying run-on verse. It's... really different. Can't say I'm happy about the inspiration tho.

Â -close your eyes ;

Saturday, 18 April 2009

Finally, a post.

But to any of my fans out there (Alright, I am blatantly ignoring the cricket sounds and everything; just let me have this "pretend ego" for the moment), prepare to be disappointed, because I'm not back with kisses and apologies on how I've been absent and how I'll never doing it again. Because, until after my O levels, this blog shall DIE.

And until I return and turn this soont-to-be-dead blog into a zombie, I shall be studying my ass off. I need. Seven. A1s.

FINE. I KNOW I ALWAYS SET IMPOSSIBLE EXPECTATIONS FOR MYSELF. BUT IF I DON'T ACHIEVE THIS ONE IT'LL BE THE LAST IMPOSSIBLE EXPECTATION. I PROMISE.

(Cos I'll kill myself if I don't get it.)

Â -close your eyes ;

Sunday, 22 March 2009

"A demon that only loves himself. Love himself, fight only for his sake... May his life and existence be as thus"

"Fighting for only yourself, living while only loving yourself. If you think that everyone else simply exists to allow you to experience that feeling, nothing is better than that world."

Â -close your eyes ;