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Random RamblingsI sit alone,
Waiting for a ring.
I remember it all
As the feelings cling.
"Smile, sir!" the security guard said.
Two ladies chatter beside me. I understand nothing. I sit alone as a keyboard plays in the background. I get my ipod and listen to a few random songs. I still hear everything, from the keyboard and the ladies beside me to the passers-by, yet I understand nothing.
I didn't come here for any particular reason but I cant say I'm wasting time either. Sales people treat me like I'm a foreigner. They say I look like I'm from a different Asian country.
Random ramblings of a man with nothing to do. I now sit on a different bench. No noisy ladies, no keyboard. Couples often come here, but I sit alone.
It is as if "nothing" embodied me. Hell, even the faucet sensor doesn't recognize me. I can't say as much for the passers-by though. They look, they stare, they pass. I moved again, they bother me. I am now on my way to the other street, and I look back. I walk alone.
Little Grasshopper 2A little grasshopper found his way to a rather modern city compared to his rural village. This certain grasshopper wants to become someone worth remembering. Someone you can respect; someone who actually made a difference. His village is currently in a time of hardship. Famine and whatnots have been on the rise.
The little grasshopper's first stop in the city, was the city square. He figured that maybe the city square was somewhat like his village's meeting place. There, he found numerous personalities, and countless sights to behold. From there he could see rather tall buildings which made use of its surroundings to make great use of the sunlight. There were also other grasshoppers in the area, most of which, had a lot to do. Some were on their way to work, and some were just there being idle. He eventually found his way to one of the rather...friendlier looking grasshoppers.
Little grasshopper asked him if there was anything he could do to help a village in need, to which the friendl
As with everything.I'm a wanderer looking for a phrase,
I've said words with no meaning before.
I am no one, a boy looking to amaze,
With but simple words and more.
I turn thoughts to tunes.
I write riddles ready to rhyme.
I heave harmony like the moon's.
I create competition, its a crime.
Speak to me, I am no one;
Let me entertain you.
Standing there is no fun,
Come closer, get a clue.
Time to moveI've been asked this question
Too many times before.
They all have this impression
That we're friends and more.
She's who she wants to be,
A person to be respected.
I want her to be with me
As everyone's probably expected.
Each time I think of her,
I can barely find the words.
I should act on dreams deferred
And get the right rule of thirds.
I'll find the proper end
To a story that's still.
You'll find yourself more than a friend,
Just you wait until.
A Risk Maybe?"Will you take the risk?" is what I always ask myself whenever I think of the word "Repeat". There's the risk in the repeat, that the ending outcome would come out differently.
I used to take care of this little girl a long time ago. She was my neighbor, and was always left alone. Her parents did not have much time to spend with her because they had work, and by the time they got home, they would usually be exhausted. This little girl was always left with me by the parents on weekends. She had a big sister. Her big sister was 15 then, a year younger than I was.
She wasn't someone you'd call spectacularly eye-catching, or someone who would stand out in the crowd. But somehow, she made total sense to me.
The little girl was probably 8 years old around that time. So I usually played silly games with her, like hide and seek and stuff like that. I'd walk her home an hour before dinner time and each time, I hoped that her sister was home. More often than not, she was anyway.
I'd usually ring
We'll find out eventually.There's a star in the sky that's waiting to show up.
I'm your typical school boy, but I like to dream. There's also this typical school girl, who likes writing about her day. I'm not much of a writer, so I can only dream of the adjectives I can use to describe her.
She sort of likes this guy. This guy is a close friend of mine, and his life is pretty...disturbing. Its like one of those horror movies where a person seems like a good person, but secretly has a secret killer night life? Ok, so maybe, its not that bad, but he's still messed up. She likes the good boy type of person. An image I don't think I will ever have. She doesn't know him that well because he's pretty quiet. What I'm trying to say is that I just know, that I'm way more than that guy will ever be, and yet she probably places him above me.
I'm not really your studious guy, but I do get the job done when I need to. I'm really good at certain subjects and I enjoy extra-curricular work. She, however, is somewhat an academi
Red Letter Day - Prologue
So here I am, writing.
I’m writing, I’m writing – just as you told me to.
I’m writing, I’m writing, I’m writing.
Have you ever noticed that when the sun goes down, this flat changes? It does. The walls are white during the day and lingering brown at night. During the day, I’m with you and the light from outside paints the walls that heavenly color. But when that sun goes down, the demons wake and I’m alone again, even though you’re just a room away.
Somehow it seems less threatening tonight, and I think it’s because you’ve given me an assignment to try and fight off the darkness. You gave me a stack of papers and a pen and told me to write everything that comes to mind.
It’s a strange feeling to have complete freedom. These empty pages are mine to do whatever I please – I could even wipe my ass with them – but they’re also terribly intimidating. The blank page has always been a nemesis of man. It&
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