The Sanity

If there’s no pain then nor will happiness,
This is the law of balance that no one can escape,
As we don’t have the power to rewind like a tape,
Despite that people still ignore their fate,
And drown themselves in their lost reality.

That was something I carved in my deep blue pool,
And now I’m revisiting that place again,
How long has it been under the rain?
3 years? That child must have been in pain.

Along the way I saw a few familiar faces,
How could I forget their brown hazel eyes?
Their eyes are still screaming curses as I walked by,
Those impostors…how long do they want to cry?
It seems that their scars are not completely stitched,
Not surprised at all with the hope & strength they ditched,
One of their forms is becoming more like a lich now,
That’s what he gets for thinking that life is dull.
I also came across another familiar cell of paranoid,
The one where black snowflakes appear from the void,
At least this one set himself free forever,
Never again be alone like the song “My December”.

And so finally I’ve reached my destination,
The place where it all started this old civilization,
There in the middle stood a child staring at the horizon,
Being motionless as if he was in another dimension.

The dragon that fought alone in his battles,
The sentimental that painted the black white poems,
The dreamer that dreamed the unattainable,
And the silencer that roamed around
looking for a place called home.

Looking at him felt like I was looking at a mirror,
I felt sorry for him & was filled with remorse,
Abandoning his innocence by force was the cause,
That was one of my greatest error of errors.

I don't really remember what happened after that,
But I guess it's safe to say we have reconnected,
 Now that he no longer lingers with conflict,
I too can leave the deficit,
And live through it. 

The Jester

On one fine morning in the class of 2B,
ebiL was sitting thinking & was quite sleepy,
He’ll only be awake if there are jokes around,
With his friend papa bear being a class clown.
But one day papa bear became tired,
So he decided to pass on his “legacy” & retired,
ebiL was an amateur he wasn’t really that funny,
All papa bear could say was “Jokes come naturally.”

It wasn’t easy being on the stage acting crack wise,
People looking at you expecting a LOL,
But it was a reverse they tease him calling him “bell bell~”.
It was really embarrassing but he took it well,
There were times when he actually breaks the ice,
But there were also times when he was trying too hard,
Time flew by & he increased his collection of joker cards,
It soon developed into a habit & it was his rise.

Being dramatic was the thing he traded for being unromantic,
Imagining him being dating someone makes people barf.
What do I mean? Well just try to be in his shoes,
Every time he says something is like a dart,
It may be a joke but it can still hurt people's heart,
“Not romantic at all.” That’s what his friends said,
“Lol word~ how could he possibly go on a date?”
That was what he really hated about his classmates,

Soon he started to see that he’s everybody’s jester,
Like a celebrity finding love isn’t so easy,
Gone like the wind people forget about him eventually,
Too busy with their lives in every semester,
Can’t really remember the last time he hang out,
Really lonely he really wanted to scream & shout,
That was when he stopped caring so much,
Such as going out, getting wasted & keeping in touch.

If you asked him whether his talent is a gift or cursed,
I don't think the answer would be "It's great!" or "It's the worst",
But oh well...with great humour comes great entertainment,
So jokers be jokin'.