It's Been A While

6 years past,

Much have changed.

And me with my

Crappy poems have not.

At least not the poems.

A Sitting Duck

For a duck waiting to be shot at, it seems a little too calm. Is it because it does not know of the impending doom or is it getting ready to fly at the sound of the first gunshot or has it already given. What is in the duck's mind belonged to the duck, just as the hunter's thought remain to himself. What would happen if they both happened to share their thought for a second? The duck would fly and the hunter would curse of course. But what if only the duck's thought is revealed to the hunter? Would there be any difference? Would the hunter think twice about shooting at the duck? No. There may be a possibility that things would be different for them, but the sitting duck will be shoot at, whether it continues sitting or tries to fly or even fight. Nothing changes the fact that it is a sitting duck and there's a hunter waiting to shoot at it. And he will.

Experiencesssssss

One Experience at a time
One Surprise after another
One Thought after another
One Realization after another
One Regret after another
One Step Forward after another

I realized no matter how well prepared I am for the future, it never fails to take me by surprise. Each and every time things go right, they go wrong. Its no longer easy to differentiate between good days and bad days. The white and black, sadness and happiness, expectations and disappointments, they just mesh together, forming an unidentifiable lump of unknown, uncertainties. Even if I know what is gonna happen next, I would not be able to know how I will be feeling next. Feelings are the most fickle of thing, yet as powerful as the hurricane. Never knew how to deal with it, never tried to deal with it. Was running and running and running, in rounds and rounds and rounds. Moving yet stagnant like a spinning coin that never stops. Moving forward brings strength, not from understanding, but from the pure joy of moving, like a zombie maybe. A zombie may have a better time, or not, I won't know, until I become one, or not.

BMALPH

Sitting, standing, walking, lying down...
They all starts to feel the same
As my quest to
BMLAPH
Persists...
Wondering how such superior humans
Could be created,
And realised its simply because I'm inferior...
Or it could be because I'm a boy...
What are friends for?
When all they give is
The chance to be dragged along,
Behind their rapid footsteps
And make me suffocate...
BMLAPH,
A desperate attempt
To try to be friends again...

Finals...Yeah?

Thinking back, the start of the semester seems so long ago but I did not feel the flow of time at all and it been 3 months. Many things were on my mind and many are still on my mind. The finals seems so easy yet it would be the hardest. I am still running continuously, without resting. From what, I wonder? Feelings of being released are already growing, the finals is coming and will be gone soon. And what then?

Idiocy

Spurning around
In circles
Circles...
Making sense of directions
That does not exist...
What could have been the reason?
What would be the cure?
For this idiocy
That i possessed...

Snow

Snow
A fairy tale
Of beauty and fun,
To those who have never seen it.
For those who have seen,
However,
They have a choice.
For they know the price for
Snow