
I want to train myself to be like my mother in heart, and like my father in logic. I want to have my mom's intelligence and my father's luck. I dont need to be compared, nor judged. I just need to learn. And I expect my friends to help me out.
My redemption about poems, life, and love. May or may not relate to my personal life. May just my imagination and expression of passion in poetry.
Tonight with no gleam, no gingerly sound.
Another exam for both fidelity behind the infinite silence.
I swear i hate every seconds u bargain for.
Suppose i should supersede my nimble mind currently working on identity.
But YOU are my weakness.
Life is another lesson.
I want a platonic this, unlike your strenuously other.
I write lines for u to read but u dont listen. Could we even overhaul?
He is two years past his teenage years
Nothing can stop him,
no one can defeat him
Wakes up as a new man, with confidence
and stomach filled with Mom's cooking
Go upstairs again to play with the machine.
Five, six, seven hours he spends everyday.
Eat for nothing, play with no one
Sometimes he blowsout, blame it all to himself,
to us, to God.
We could only pray, wait patiently
about what he is going to do next
He is two years past his teenage years
Nothing can stop him,
no one can defeat him...
Having a jewel that cannot be worn
Having a sweater that you can't put on
Eating a candy floss, but it tastes bitter
Listening to music, but it sound silence
Gather with your friends, and you feel alone
Scream your heart out, yet nothing came out.