perhaps

your world may go upside down,
or may come to a sudden halt,
your heart may go flip flop,
or creating a beat that has lost its rhythm,
you may lose a reason to dream,
you may find it hard to become whole again,
the stem you've been holding on to may be cut down,
but there's nothing u can do,
other than just be strong,
perhaps the only choice that you have..

jamie scott - standing in the rain

words

words,
sometimes they're not right,
they could be misinterpreted,
sometimes could lead to a feeling of guilt,
because what is said is not received the way you meant for it to be,
words,
sometimes the simplest of it could either brighten your day,
or make you regret for even uttering it,
perhaps should mind the words being said,
because words that are spoken could not be erased,
as how you could simply erase a writing on a piece of paper.

Soar

a bird stuck in a cage,
awaiting for its moment to soar,
being kept for too long,
a hindrance of its own freedom,
looking for a chance to escape,
to be what it wants to be,
to head for where it wants to go,
but perhaps too scared,
care too much,
bout the eyes that may be watching,
afraid to be caught,
a fear to drown,
in a stream of perceptions,
thus just remaining in a cage,
awaiting for its moments to soar.

sometimes

sometimes u wish u had wings,
so that u could fly away from the world that you're in,
so that u could go to a land faraway,
sometimes u wish u could disappear,
so that u could hide and never return,
so that u could not be seen,
sometimes u keep on wishing for things that you know are just far from logic,
u know that u can't keep wishing,
because in the end of the day,
u have to only accept the true facts,
which u may or may not know,
perhaps u try to run away or disappear from it,
but u know that u should face the world of reality,
miles away from the world of fantasy.

nothing lasts forever

even a pen could run out of ink,
as how a candle could run out after it's been lit for too long,
a new shirt could also wear out throughout time,
as how plants could just die if it's not watered,
the colour red could turn into purple when the colour blue is added to it,
like how black coffee could become white when milk is added,

nothing lasts forever,
it stops, changes, diverts, fades, never staying the same..

no title

crazy,
unpredictable,
out of my mind,
that's me. ;p

sway - the perishers

today is the second

have u ever wondered how ur life will be if u took the other road instead of the one that u'r in, n of how a single line could change ur entire life, a line so precious which created a tremendous impact in ur life, some reminiscing a sweetness that's just too good to be true, whilst some are better of to be sealed n left untold, words that u utter leads on to a series of event, a never ending journey involving a mixture of feelings and emotions, at times u do want to let out a sigh thinking why or how, but i guess some things are planned the way it is, n we are the ones who are tested to go through the chosen path. sometimes you may wonder what drives u to the unexpected, but perhaps things rarely occur predictably..

time flies so fast, making a year feels so short, so short but rather light years away. countless words to be told, but rather none that could come out. perhaps no single word could entirely describe what is it to be said. if it still was, perhaps a smile of satisfactory could be painted, a smile of happiness, but i guess a name that's gone doesn't necessarily demolish what lies deep within, as names are just a title but doesnt always describe what it really contains, some things just remain there forever, always strong and never gone, perhaps for waiting time to do its telling, as we are only capable of planning, or perhaps also choosing not to plan, for as it's not in the hands of us. perhaps rather not also knowing what is the best for it, thus letting the flow of stream lead u where u should go..

a heartfelt gratitude conveyed, for all the laughters and smiles that lighten up the life, the tears that teaches a new chapter, the care which makes life meaningful, the anger which may prove the existence of care, the anguish that come n go , the weaved series of event which u may never want to tear apart, each and every single bit has its very own meaning, never wanting to let it fly away..will always be in the shield of remembrance.