ventrikel

Untitled. (As cliché as Simple Plan could be) I am an apprentice, Of the devils. I strived. I befriended, -worshipped, Them. Yet, Ruthlessly, They punished me, Left me, In eternal damnation. What more? The sole angel of mine, Broke my heart, Into shards of... Broken, battered pieces. I'd rather die. But still, With frail paperclips, I draped myself up. Weak. -but alive. Mother oh mother! Forgive me, Your only son. I did my best. Yet I failed. In the art of... Persuasion. I swear, Dear mother, That if u take my bug-gy, Away from me; I'll claim it back. Someday, With my own money. & I'll be returning to the dev

Internet, kau durjana! Faiz "klik...klik" satu laman terbentang. di laman itu, kau bersama si dia, berdakap mesra, dan kau pegang erat tangannya. yang dicetak di gambaran, itu aku nampak. yang menari dalam realiti, tidak.. itu aku tidak nampak. t-r-u-s-t. ia semakin tipis, dariku, padamu. tidak. tidak juga aku mampu membahagiakan dirimu, wang ringgit tidak aku punya, jika itu yang kau pinta, yang bisa membuat kau bahagia. sudahlah! terbanglah! bahagialah kamu, sang rama-rama.. takkan ku kejar dirimu lagi. nyah! tak perlu kau kembali lagi. yang akan terus ku kejar, hanyalah bayang-bayangmu. biar hina dipandang oran

Rounded Leather Box -Faiz- Rounded Leather Box, Unlike Pandora's.. It contains not, 'Evil Inside'. Sweets. In between lines, Blissful Memories. Reserved for Loneliness, Open it, It'll take me.. stroll me down a lane. Along the way, There's beads, multicolored. tied together.. 6-letter word. 'The Opening; A Beginning'. A ring; duo-colored, of dark blue & white. tied to the beads. A green strap; velcro-ed. & a beetle, pinned onto it. A folded paper; December 18 2004. A piece of Woven Silk; U.A.E. Lastly, A Necklace; A Puzzle Piece; A Heart; Engraved onto it. Close. Breathe in, Breathe out. Wipe what tricke

l'amour vrai parle -Faiz- My hands are clasped. In each, Are colorful bits and pieces... Of my heart. Right hand unclasped: A piece of candy. It's red in color, You'll agree with me. But if I taste it sweet, You'll taste it sour. Left hand unclasped: A piece of chocolate. Bitter for you, Sweet for me. Truth is: It's in your eyes. Not the beautiful exterior, But the comfortable interior. It's in your touch. Not the softness of your hands, But the tenderness I felt inside. It's in your voice. Not the excellent tonality, But the warmth that echoed in. But to sum up, How I truly feel about you, Speech speaketh not. W

paperclips unfold; u're extended. jagged, i'm offended. u seem static, yet...elastic. clip me, clip you, clip us together. unclip, we're separated. bent & twisted, u look attractive. "u know that?" in the shape of a heart... but still... cold as a metal, you can be... delirious. scour, and you'll find me.. and my.. paperclips.

~20032005~ Remember Today? You leaned against me, Our ride home, in the LRT. Remember Today? One hand on the pole, The other around your waist. Remember Today? The sweet scent of your hair, And the gentle look in your stare. Remember Today? Those sweet words of love, You whispered softly into my ear. Remember Today? Our hearts intertwined, A new chapter in our diary, The beginning of our love story. ... Today, Though we are far apart, You; Our memories, Breathes on in my heart.