Muted Longing
Monday, July 10, 2006
Some people in the class really manage to piss me off. Seriously. I honestly do not give a flying fuck as to how smart you are, how eloquent you are, how 'nice' you are, how talented you are or how perfect you are. But what I do care about is that you treat the people you dislike, people who have never done anything malicious to you, with the bitchiest and coldest of attitudes. To put it simply, ****** , you are a major fucking
bitch who hides behind a facade. A
facade is that is chockful of intelligence, kindness and sweetness but a facade nevertheless. And one day, I hope this facade is viciously
ripped off your face like a poorly made party mask. How can I say that you're a bitch? Because it takes one to know one. I know you won't see this, and even if you did, you'd probably not recognise yourself. But someday if you glance upon your image in a mirror and see in that reflection the horrid and nasty side of your character, well..try not to be too surprised.
Because the person you find it easiest to lie to will always be yourself.
Sometimes I wonder how much rage can build up within a person till you lose every shred of sanity you have encapsulated in your body...
On a lighter note, Adela Chee was going through some stuff again for the benefit of the band people who'd missed their lesson, leaving me thoroughly bored. So bored-lil'-ole-me borrowed folscap (I always seem to be doing that aren't I?) from Soo Ming and hey-ho another poem. I seem to be writing a lot more this day..inspiration strikes and it's hard to ignore it I guess.
That Muted Longing
The carressing breath of autumn
leaves a trail upon my face.
Reminds me of that muted longing
I just cannot quite place.
It's in the whisper of the leaves
as they break and fall through the air.
The reds and yellows clash-like we used to
and yet you are not there.
It's in the gradual cold that seeps in
down to the very bone.
It's cruel, harsh and biting
now that I'm all alone.
It's in the gold that litter the pavements
the streets we used to walk.
The remembrance of meaningless topics
about which we used to talk.
That muted longing is back so strong..
when will it fade away?
It'd take a while cause it's reality
but I know it will someday.
Aight aight..Not one of my best I admit and a little cheesy to boot but what the heck.
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aureliaz out
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