it's all around

Truth is known only to its victims;
Life tells the biggest lies of all,
And draws wages from itself

Twisting Illusions

crack start

Franchesca, Ches
23 Sep 1991
SACian before
Thespian now


however long it seemed

I gazed up above
Counting every star
With hands grasp tightly
Wishing the fire would never burn out

I called, I screamed, I yelled
Not once did you turn
Now with my faded voice
I longed for illusions

Even if it's a lie,
Tell me what i want to hear


Lies OUT

Christine Teo

David

Esther Tay

Hui Shuang

Jasmine Foo
Jingle Bells
Justina Gay

Kel Lim
Kel Relationshits

Leon
Lynn

Rachel

Sherri Chong
Serene
Skye

Wendy

曲翔之


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Tuesday, 27 January 2009

Hey. My days are gloomy. My heart is weeping uncontrollably, but no matter how much I've cried, my tears can't bring her back. I want to cry. Cry real hard but I can't. I've searched everywhere for her but I can't find her. It's difficult to smile when people around you ask, "are you okay?". I want her back, I really do want her back. I want to keep her by my side forever. I want to hug her once more, but yet, I can't even reach out to touch her. I can't. There's nothing I can ever do to bring her back to me once more.

2 poems (by Dana Georgekish and Terrin Fuller) that caught my attention.

First Poem
Choking
I can't breathe
The pain, the memories
Are back
Blind
I can't see
I lost my way
Lost, gone, disappear forever
Tears of fears
Nobody really noticed it
The pain, I really tried to close it
Slowly fading
Into the darkness.

Second Poem
everyday I wish I could go
go with you
or just be there
but no I'm stuck here

all I do I wish for the time
the time that I have lost
lost to the system
or just the lost time in life

when days were fun
the days I had a gun
or just the day I had you

those days are gone
gone forever
time time flies

the days get hard
but we never get better
everyday is lost
lost in life

I'll never get the time back
it's lost in the past
the past I regret
or just the past I wish I could change
change the events that happened.

Well, I have nothing else to type. My head is everyday blank. Nothing comes in. Forget it, nights.