Sunday, November 22, 2009

Cycling to Changi Beach today...
As you see, the Changi runway wasn't just a joke, you ride on, and you get the sense of dejavu as no matter how long you ride, the end is still as far as you once thought you were.. Though the cool breezes and pretty view certainly was pretty much worth it...
i got so tired, every part of me ached
i bit my lips, and stood there
giving up soon, wanting to stop
yet memberance of you popped up
so similar to the situation
no matter how i rode, how i tried
i got nowhere, stuck in quake
then i took my wheels again
slowly but onwards forward
i would reach the end after all
images of you, my salvation




K wilted at 11:28 PM

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Withered
Slowly it turns so dull
beautiful in other ways
unvibrant and of significance
a mark of endings
a point of no return,

Facing the pressuring wind
bring tears within a blink
as tormenting as it can be
the petals and leave shall free.

The abnormalties to live
without those whom you watch leave
the losing strength
and the fading friends
so unreal, so afraid
no more will to create
wither and disintegrate to wait

the clocks spins around
unforgivingly seeping energy
weak and feeble came and found
to the last few attempts to jest
smiling when leaves hadn't left
cold and bitter wind mocking
snaps to the present of withering
yellows away in sorrow
knowing theres no more tomorrow...
For it'll wither and withered

Escapes
-Jackie
-JJ
-LiMin
-Kimberly
-Carol
-Shirly
-XinYi
-SuEn
-Izzuddin
-Sarah
-Shareena
-Sibani
-Act 3
-PCSS DRAMA