i'm a bore.

the god’s hammer.

do you believe in a hammer so heavy, no one can lift it but me? do you believe in a hammer so magical, there’s nothing it can do but listen to me? it was made by my people oh how embarrassing, people, oh, how, embarrassing. it was made by the great civilians of my kingdom oh how embarrassing, my kingdom, oh, how, embarrassing. it was made by the great minds this brilliant land has to offer. but when i hold the hammer, something seems to change, these people so kind, seem to bow before me, these land so wide seems to shrink in size. when i hold the hammer there’s nothing i fear, except for spiders when they are near, because even a magic hammer, couldn’t destroy a creepy spider, with its eight legs tingling alongside a web made of toxins only it can handle. but i learn not to fear, for it is only a spider, as it and i thread lightly, i remember i have greater things to worry. my brother so mischievous with all his magic and pranks, he knows no limit even i could see no end. but he’s my brother nonetheless, i have to find him and make amend. for when i drop this magic hammer, he seems to stop all his act, and come with me to laugh and share our pact.

the best part is YET to come. ah you lying prick.

you can be so weird at times, where you say things which don’t exist, what century do you live in i always wonder, what type of flaws make you happy, what am i talking about, flaws that make you happy? why there are but many i can name, there’s the one you feel when you are angry, where you make a point you always wanted to make. there’s the one where you feel so insecure, that this sentence won’t make seem to make sense no matter how many times you read it. there’s the one that never stops calling, it’s like a voice that guides or harm your bridge. there’s the one who’s like an angel, always saying good stuff you never want to hear, and there’s the one who’s like a devil, always saying bad stuff you wish you never heard. i’m not here to tell you what i’ve learned, for there’s nothing i’ve learned if i’ve learned anything i’ve learned so far. all but mimicry is what all these are. so stop being what you aren’t and go back to being ours.

the start is so boring!

there’s nothing there for me, you told me with such sureness. i’ve been through it all, i’ve seen it all and come back here, there’s nothing you need there that you don’t have it here, there’s nothing i can’t give that you can want there, why won’t you stay here like a normal person? for why do i have to be normal? is it always so right to be yours? for breaking away is what i hope, i’m not the same, i always change, i’m always sicken by the thought of me, do you think there’s nothing for me that you can’t give? what do you think of roses with my name, stars that aren’t there and birds that chirp like sounds i hate. for once, i’m leaving to find a heart, a heart that’s mine that’s been aside, all we need is a little time, a time to tell us we aren’t so right, all our promises were enough to last, till today i think we’ll call it a truce, i’ll make a fit of what’s left of us, you tell the story of how i never last, and how i always break promises that were always meant to last. i’m not sorry for once, i know that this will all be done, please take your hand and shove it away, i’m feeling hatred from seeing my face, glistening so close to yours, for i know that once i go, i will never be able to see you again and before that time comes, i want to know what it feels like, to be so hated by you, that you can’t stand to hold me anymore, and for once i’ll know what it feels like to be you.

thank you more please.

to be normal again thank you more please to be normal again thank you more please.

and on and long and more and now it’s gone.

we’ll kill, we’ll steal, all the spotlights feel, i’m on, my heels, with cat like skills. all the worries, of bills, are long concealed, tonight, let’s heal, and reel, and will, and seal, till all our pills are nil.

away from our dreams.

when you know of the existence of limits, that’s where we start to run and scream like hell. happy or sad, it’s not hard to tell.

putting a stop to happy things.

they say, lead a simple life they say, do what makes you happy, they say, but you got to know who you are, they never say, run amok and be reckless and live your life, not knowing who you are, dream, fly, soar like one of the rockets we set, never look back, never say goodbye, never this easy, when you don’t know who you are.

clumsy, careless, useless and dull.

you make dying look bad.

the telephone rings and says, ding!

my most vivid dream is a man walking on the moon, like me. he’s walking round and round with wounds, like me. but with much happiness, unlike me. with stories to tell, unlike me. with the power to say, i’m me, unlike me.

i don’t remember forgetting.

how much it hurts to think like that, how much of me i’m proud of that, how much time i’ve spent on that, how many times will i finally stop this act. i prayed for silence i’ve long forget, i’m a nuisance to my own i said. what a ludicrous man you said i am,i’ll laugh again when i can forget.

i will always thank you.

for making things the way they are, with no escape oh no my dear i have no such luck, i’m happy i’ll be such an entertaining piece you love to enjoy. i’m thankful for these things you have such selflessly given me. shame, guilt, hate, for only myself i can bring. thank you, for everything you’ve given me.

choose to fit in or shame the dress.

i look i sense i stop and stare. i find out that i’m always there. a prick to the flesh of perfectly fine mind. i’m stopping your movement restricting your guess. i can’t get out i’m aware of that, i’m stuck here till i give in to tears. will you tear me apart i asked, depressed, i’m sure you would my friendly guest. i beg of you please move my space, i’m sick and tired of being stuck all day.

some noise even music can’t drown out.

stop my dear, you’re hurting your ears. let it through and have no fear, my only wish is to come back here. what’s so wrong i said i’m sure, i’ll return with grace i’m wrong my dear.

and this i wrote for you, taking back what is mine.

a cold empty room, nothing but a chair in sight. the stars slowly gloom, shining in on things that died. my eyes slowly grew, staring into the blurry skies. i tried to undo, my mistakes i made in life.

easier to sleep with a tired mind!