INTRO
Who's going to read my blog? God knows. Am I anxious? Not really, but I'm about to learn about that here. In fact, life is, as my English lecturer in KMPh said, a roller-coaster ride, all I gotta do is ride it.
Ever since I stepped in IPSAH, major changes have taken place in me, whether I notice it or not. I know, 'cuz my old friends said I have changed a lot. Yes, CHANGED. Many of us are whacked out of their reasoning when confronted by this issue. I used to, but I think I'm too sober to bother about anything, that's why I seem like not giving a damn about anything at all. Would anyone think I have no feelings because of this? You're definitely WRONG. Haha. I'm also a God's creation just like the whole lot of people out there who think they belong to the society and diss me for being who I am. But I'm not going to bother about that, so to hell with it.
For an intro, I'm going to leave a poem.
Rapunzel
time remains for
this revelation of a lifetime
disappointments taint the purity
of virgin realities
once upon a love
dark fairytales of betrayal
the midnight halls are reverberating
with the passing
another hapless maiden’s soul
lullabies by moon-broken pools
and oaken feet
mourning for the sins of the beloved
after all, perhaps he is unwanted
and maybe, her time is not long
rooted deep within
subliminal submission
indignant over the chase
taunting at one’s very own pride
rebirth chided
though she could always go her own way
a stranger stumbled upon a fork
he could always choose whichever way he wanted
she let her hair down
reaching out of her abyss of thoughts
for love’s sad poems
it might go a long way
but unfortunately her time isn’t
how sacrifice is endless
escaping time, isolation rendering loneliness
escaping time unworthy of the happiness redeemed
but to her, it is worthwhile.
(written on 24th of November 2008)
time remains for
this revelation of a lifetime
disappointments taint the purity
of virgin realities
once upon a love
dark fairytales of betrayal
the midnight halls are reverberating
with the passing
another hapless maiden’s soul
lullabies by moon-broken pools
and oaken feet
mourning for the sins of the beloved
after all, perhaps he is unwanted
and maybe, her time is not long
rooted deep within
subliminal submission
indignant over the chase
taunting at one’s very own pride
rebirth chided
though she could always go her own way
a stranger stumbled upon a fork
he could always choose whichever way he wanted
she let her hair down
reaching out of her abyss of thoughts
for love’s sad poems
it might go a long way
but unfortunately her time isn’t
how sacrifice is endless
escaping time, isolation rendering loneliness
escaping time unworthy of the happiness redeemed
but to her, it is worthwhile.
(written on 24th of November 2008)
Ops, hello to the world. Soileyh Sapphire is posting, haha.
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