What happens to the poverty stricken mute of a girl who can't read or write, how does she say those three words to him?
What happens to those that walk with us but cannot be seen, those that once lived?
What happens to the boy that was left behind, the boy that is stuck in the past?
What happens to the people that did not witness the rainbow those three nights?
What happens to the kid that sits there staring at fireworks every new year next to the tombstone?
What happens to the woman that can not remember the best day of her life?
What happens to the Priest that constantly hears the screams of the people he misled?
What happens to the kid that takes refuge in the dark, buried in his own guilt and sorrow?
What happens to you when you look deep into your eyes in the mirror?
What happens to the last words you uttered to them?
What happens to the promises they made, that was their last?
What happens to the old man that sits on the park bench alone but is really sitting amongst his demons?
What happens to the person that can see that?
What happens to the fire-fighter that is afraid of the dark?
What happens to the old woman that says the after life is a life of hurt and unrest.
What happens to the kid that witnesses himself commiting suicide?
What happens to me when I imagine someone death and the person looks like me?
What happens? What happens?
Based on my thoughts, experiences and nightmares
#np Drake's The Resistance
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Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Thursday, April 7, 2011
I Can't Hear You
So I'm in class, in my little corner, ears plugged, in my own world, something just made me laugh actually.
They are all huddled together, having a class, practicals I suppose and he touched her bare knee and what did he do after that? He glanced at me in the dark (power cut *Kanye Shrug* go figure LOL) and saw the light from my laptop shine on my face from underneath making me look a bit menacing, like how we put the torch light underneath our faces to make us look really scary, when he noticed I was smiling, he knew I had seen what had just happened and then he respected himself.
There's just something about not being able to hear or say shit that makes you see more, I'm usually like that when I'm in an unfamiliar area around such people, some people tag me an "The uncool kid" (pun intended), a snob, a loner, anti-social and shit, but I really don't give a fuck because whatever I do people will still judge me, whether I smoke hash, drink, party, save the world, whatever, this is related to the main point of "Kodak Moment".
So if I'm gonna be judged when I'm alive by people who are not in such a position to and then die and be judged AGAIN?! FUCK IT! I'm gonna do me and do what I want to do when I want to do it, I can say that because I've been raised as a responsible kid and besides being me is the only thing I know how to do, and it so happens to fuel the really great things about me that a few people are beginning to notice and fully appreciate.
As for that dude, its all good, I saw it wasn't intentional.
#np The Cool Kids' Birthdays
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
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