The Dragonfly

Have you ever seen a dragonfly in its final hour,

Clinging onto a wall slowly losing balance & power?
Even though its wings are shattering with decay,
It just keeps on bumping unto the light above,
Clearly a sign of desperation to breathe another day,
And surely hoping to fly up high again like a dove.

Flying around me with all of its remaining strength,
Gives me an impression of its great desire to live,
A total opposite of my shadowy null wyrm I believe.

Thoughts of you used to inspire me greatly,
But now whenever you appear he gnashes within me,
Every time he does that his eyes & smile glares black,
The same sounds of silence that echoes back to back.

But when he misses you too much I shiver in my sleep,
On my own bed I could feel myself being buried very deep,
Sometimes I need to scratch my chest to warm my heartbeat,
It helps me to suppress the coming blizzard with enough heat.

Though you are just another human to me,
Your natural charm is simply undeniable,
I hope your wings can embrace his melancholy,
With patience one day he'll stop being a love rebel.

Can you wilt away his darkening wings?
Like a newborn dragonfly breaking out of its cocoon,
He too can soon grow new ones magnificently,
Only then...he won't end up like the lifeless dragonfly beside me.

p/s: curtin text books' price are seriously too expensive! ><

The Prologue, The Root & The Epilogue

Hello boys & girls, mofos & ladies, men & women.

I shall tell you a story about a young lad,
ebiL was once the name he actually had,
Kagesh| is a playground for words in his head,
There is a meaning behind that word actually,
“Kage” is shadow & “shi” means poetry literally,
And so as you are about to listen to his Kagesh|,
About his rise & fall just like everybody,
The story itself is made out of three series.

He knew it was wrong…but he didn’t care,
He doesn’t care how many hearts he might tear,
Or how many girls will stare him with hate glares,
He was just having too much fun.

It was so fun that he even took it as a hobby,
Switching from one to another silently,
He knew only those actions can fulfill his desire,
Because nothing else could drive his heart on fire.

I still remember how happy she was,
When he held her hand in his hand,
Cunningly he gave false hope & the end…
The end of her faith in his reapers’ den.

I also remember another victim of his,
He approached her with cruel intentions,
Making her confused & not to mention,
He showed her that same fake passion.

Looking back at him made me wonder,
Whether the toyed ones have wanted him to be cursed,
After some time I’ve realized that he was the worst,
With him…I was getting away with murder.
This part of his life is called The Corrupted.

I don’t believe in karma but for some reason,
Punished he was for those hideous treason,
Which it did & it was delivered to him in person.

“We can’t be together.”

These words were just enough to dread his world…
Of shiny rainbows, red butterflies & sun flowers…
Into skies of ashes, fake moths & hollow petals.

He thought he was fine at first but…
His heart, consumed by his own shadow,
His light, swallowed by a white hollow,
His mind, became frozen by such vile,
His soul, now shines his darkest smile.

At that point his feelings became non-existent,
For that reason his eyes declined tears & lament,
Giving in forgotten emotions he became sullen.

But he continue to limped on that thorny path,
With many red thoughts scratched he hath.
This part of his life is called The Aftermath.

People say “Time will heal.” & he eventually did,
No more anger and hatred that he had always hid,
Along with empty love and trust in him he will bid,
Is there a girl willing to reach out to his lid?

So little boys & girls, mofos & ladies, men & women,
Before I finish & tell you this part of his life,
This poem does not indicate that he became strife,
Although heartless he may be with full of pride,
It doesn’t mean it stopped beating from the inside,
Thank you for taking your time for listening,
This part of his life is called The Denying.

The Question

Here I sit staring at the clear orange red sky,
With the wind blowing sideways at my face,
And watching the birds flying together with grace,
Asking myself questions like how, what & why.

How I feel about you I do not know,
Whenever you appear I was not love struck,
But in my heart sometimes it can get stuck…
Stuck on your ever sweet eyes & smile.

What I couldn’t even do is unforgivable,
Especially when you cried on that table,
I could have at least offered you my shoulder,
But I stood there watching you getting colder,

Why do I often screw up chances unintentionally?
It’s like there’s a curse creeping around me,
But no matter what…I will not stay down quietly,
Because I will always be better than yesterday’s me.

But the most important question to me now is...
Would you like to grow old together with me?

Because I know I will stay up late with you...
So that we can watch the stars together,
I know I will watch the fireworks with you...
On our rooftop or somewhere like Paris together.
These moments that are to come…I will remember.

I will carry you to bed if you went 'cuckoo',
I will hand the remote control over to you,
I will get up early to bring our kids to school,
I will go through a shopping spree with you,
I will take a bullet for you even if I had to...

Damn, I'm in love with you ><

The Dream

It is often said that dreams bring deja vu,
A hidden message or a flashback of a cruel past,
 Dreams like these always make me feel undone,

Leaving my spirit to rust.

There she was with her attractive eyes laughing so happily, 
But when I walked towards you they disappeared with haste,
I tried to reach you but your distance just outrun my pace,
That lonesome feeling came within me again...intentionally.

Suddenly I was in a computer room with her alone,
Happy go lucky you were but deep inside...nothing was okay,
And like a parent I knew you were troubled & coned,
That burden feeling from her...I know I can take it all away.

Then after that she appeared in front of me again,
Sitting in front of me & somehow you did not look vain,
Decades of silence you decided to say something now...why?
That guilt feeling of yours...should I heal it or let it die?

Years later I dreamed that I met her in person,
After we met inside me there were some regrets,
I don't know why but for reason,
I just simply cannot tell her...the secret.

Though they may be just dreams,
Sooner or later they will awake,
And the more I dream about the first one,
The more I find myself one step closer to the edge,
Making me about to...break.

The Sky

When today was suppose to be sunny,
It turned out to be a rather cold weather,
Somehow it is always like this in every November.

I was told that there's an old Chinese saying,
Whenever it rains someone from Heaven is crying,
mmhmm...
This kind of weather is the best time to go sleeping.

I find myself amazed that it is already November,
Just three more weeks it is going to be December,
And soon after that...there goes off my second semester,
And once again I am looking forward to my new year.

Enjoying the sight of the grayish white sky,
While thinking of my mom's Shepperd pie,
Sometimes I wish I could just take off and fly,
So that I could get the feel of riding in the clouds,
It would be so nice fly around and round with no bounds.

I guess that's all for now...as for the form 5 students,
I hope you all cherish your "sappy" & happy moments.
Good luck in Spamming Professionally M...never mind.