A Juxtaposed Personification.

You stand on the position of a statuary.

No value of art, for you were to function as a tool,
the meaning of your existence.

How long would you hang until,...
until you would have to fail me
so that I could leave me dearest memories sealed, sealed forever.

I didn't want to break you, with my own tips,
I just wanted to offer a hand, with utmost sincerity,
until I heard sounds of cracks,
which became mentally audible that I couldn't sleep at night,
to have them nights filled with nightmares,...

and when the first beam of Mr. Sun peeks,
it was actually perceived as a saviour.

Just hang on, please,

were your existence marked
just to remind me all of what happened?
to provide me visuals, jump cuts, reversed Déjà vu's?

Hang on, thy cracked hinge.

The International System of Units.

I could barely breath.

How could I speak on behalf of society, when thousands of eyes are watching, witnessing the transformation of this dynamic timeline.

You could dig all out of me, grind my gist into elixir-esque substances, if it could merely fit your purpose,

...how could I possibly get it right,
how is it possible for me to shoulder all of these right now...

How is it possible for me to gather myself, and even parts that I claim my extensions,
to speak to you with confidence,
proud as a peacock.

I feel intimidated by your roars,
I could imagine the waving flag of a certain expression.



It is not a gram, a pound or an ounce,
it is a fearful, none-absolute weight that crushes you down,
smashes your face on the ground
that even indignity is far from existence, to be brought up and provoked.

Happy New Year.

Nonetheless,
it was a bottle of thick, fluid essence that you left in this very space
I call home.

Your resemblance was much abstract,
you were the moon at night,
the sun when I greeted Good Morning,
a leverage between two ends,
a guidance to idealism
and an embrace of history.

And I know, deep down,
this land is where my roots were seated,
and that,

nothing could stop me from soaring high.

Happy New Year.

Ching Chong Ching Chong!

Experimental.

...were the camera techniques.

I refuse to accept it as a form of realism. Might be linked to poetic realism, but only for the sake of 'recreating realism', not so much of being studio bound, nor gloom bound. Still, I wouldn't buy that it is a reflection. It is a reconstructed hypothesis. Yet it was still taken in so easily. Are all of you as fragile as to be comprehended?

There must be something behind the awkwardly bulged womb, whenever it was carried. The creation of dissonance was like a clashing chord, screamingly jarring that it couldn't be taken in consider - of its purpose as an element to incite. A motif of the subject to be taken more seriously.

This should be taken to another level of conveyance. Truth is, everyone is complacent of the current status quo. It might appear as a message that you have long awaited,...wake up, we have to be critical. Where is your desire for more?

I could imagine that it would be the next independent film to be profoundly discussed, in the coming class.

Feet on the Railway.

I remember that I was once lead to the railway.


Having you side by side,
not
having you realize that you were actually been honored
to have my hand - cling on your elbow
as the sundown, the life and the lifeless walked pass
both our names.

My eyes were opened
senses enlightened
you need not know everything
everything that I am going through
or that I have gone through

but you were so much of a gift to me
I felt peace
that allows me to see my future
even if its a glimpse of it

I wonder if the glimpse is what of I see
today
Either way,
it will stay within my labyrinths
until my golden watch halts its tick
tick tack
tock.










I realized that I haven't been honest to myself
for the longest time that I've remembered
Despite the search
I was still lost
I say thanks to a dear friend of mine
and for that
I will continue to love

泪流泪流。

小盆栽
我回来了

看见你笑的灿烂
毫无保留
毫无点缀
只有你在点缀

映像中你是这样的
光亮
温暖
……零散的片段

我不要劳烦你

请你一定要大公无私
慷慨地给大地光彩
我可以抹走你深处的污点
（我想说，我可以走）

然后我会一直守护
只要可以远远离你——



（你）好吗

落花流水。

夜深
女人的呻吟
伴月光
伴蟋蟀
伴影子


算了吧
杂讯连连
射放四处
再也到不了

无须知道
累积的正能量
如何被打翻
尝试了许久
或许看见不真诚 不真实 不诚恳
的马迹
如果不想
又能做什么



夏天的回忆
好难过
好不容易 走出来
好容易地 堕入
是一双手的划清


傻瓜
你想什么
你到底在想什么
走吧
不必再回来了
都快疯 了
不要再被指使了


不要忘记
他留的是什么



傻瓜
走

重整旗鼓:

Disclaimer:　ｘ

Jet lag, cat black,
desynchronosis diagnosed,
squashed under the lac.

Airway obstructed - choked,
still, they jazzed.

Perlumbaan dimulakan,
seperti yang pernah diubahsuaikan,banyak coraknya, selok-belok yang diukir,
dijawap, dan dihasilkan,
dalam cerita donggeng Si Arab dan Sang Kura-kura.

Siapa akan jadi pemenang.
a) Tiada sesiapa

b) Si Arnab
c) Sang Kura-kura

d) Kekalahan melanda berdua

e) Kedua-duanya menang
















Keputusan akan diumumkan,
senja yang kelima ribu dua ratus kosong tiga kemudian.

Message Encrypted.

It was one of the moments I feel like singing,
and you know how is it for me to actually do so,
don't you?


It's easy when you know how
to get along without Biff! Bang! Pow!
And if I see you're fed up
I'll stop and give you a leg up

Over priced unreal estate, surreal estate
The highest price they've hit to date
Creating new divides and tension
You've got to tolerate


I wasn't sure if they did reach you,
I tried to send an anonymous warmth that will engulf, least, at the edges of thy constructed periphery.
Maybe the wavelengths did coincide,
maybe not.


May they lay soundlessly, next to you.
As natural as it is.