March

Rain shuts itself away from the world
weary men not a thousand
writings never be motivated
art itself too far gone
only fatigue rules the stage

One prose too a many
poetic rhymes it matters not
Only the weak will understand
or the weak in the strong

What for if words cannot cheer
do i still write such words with angst
Tried too much, got too little
a mind decided clear,
the man shall not endure
he shall let his writings die
die in the halls of eternal damnation


i decided. since.. even however hard i tried.. to write. to cheer. to motivate. it can never be as true as a true touch to the soul. what i write, has no rhythm and flow, nor does it has energy to reach the hearts of many. i can never be a good motivator, a best friend, or a ear.

until i can find that energy, never shall i write again.
what for if my words cannot bring joy..
will i still have a meaning in writing poetic stuff..
from then on. till the future permits me.. i shall stop writing such stuff..


yh


-afterthoughts- i prefer ppl not to read the below though

its march 1. my bdae is oso coming. i am turning 17 officially on the 15 soon.. but i don't feel anywhere near my maturity.. neither do i feel the excitment for my birthday. 15 will either be a fun and exciting day for me, or it will be like last yr.. when only 3 ppl remembered my bdae. my mum, dad and josh. i still remembered the only gift i received. a hashbrown which i gave away. but i don't mind.. at least, there are still ppl who remembered my bdae last yr. this yr, i rather ppl forget it though. simply no mood to celebrate..

my birthday wish is for yc and ys to be back themselves again.. the cheerful and suaning yc, the bright side of sunshine after rain.. the always mischievious ys.. the ys who will always laugh..

tats all i ask of u. my guardian angel...

and i cried upon saying these words...