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Breakbone by Munira
Breakbone Pour salt on my bones Boil them white, peel my flesh away. Ingest all my songs Chew my spirit Leave me with nothing to say Calm me down put me away in a chest of drawers cool and safe Forget about me years down with rain never talk about me I'm not insane but never speak of me never, ever ever have a memory Of my blood down your throat of my paper white bones of my raging fists against your cage of ribs of my words upon your lips... Just let me go for I'm a ghost of broken bones.
May 28, 2009
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Reality Check by Dina
Reality Check. Pull me back into despair, At least I was happier there, When nothing really mattered and I never cared, Fuck it, I should’ve been there. Instead I’m stuck in the purgatory of my mind, Searching relentlessly for what I thought was mine, Alas, finding nothing but a black hole, Pulling me back, sucking my soul. I have fallen onto the lowest surface one can fall, Passed all anxiety and desolation towards nothing at all, Caught in these invisible webs of pure emptiness and deceit, For once, all I can hear is my heartbeat. I have deceived myself, I tricked my soul and sold it to the devil, I covered my own eyes and walked into a hole, I am covered by a stench so foul, That it could kill a village of men in one blow. I need you depression, Enter this vacuum of utter loneliness, With vines of destruction waiting to attack, To conquer, till my insides crumble into piles of dust and ashes I look upon this world with opaque eyes, With a weak heart and a bruised soul, Torn, thrashed till the very end, And after that, I wonder, was it really that bad? Or did I create an illusionary pain, In my conquest to consistently be sane. Nevertheless, this is wearing me off, My inner stigmas are burning away, piece by piece, My barriers, looking tough but when touched, it’s very soft, And thin, most of it has already deceased. And I just sit here, watching my history repeat, Intently, eyes haven’t blinked in awhile, As I find a way to prolong this time of denial, Why don’t you join me? Get a good seat. It might be the best reality-movie you’ve ever seen, Hey look ma, it’s me on the screen! How fun to see her efforts wasted, To see her trying to get out of a cul-de-sac that she created, Screaming for help, in ultimate terror, More panic attacks, creating more errors, Finally surrendering to evil, watching it triumph, Adding another point to its chart, another mark to its graph. Who said everything ends with a happy ending? That person who said that must’ve been in denial, It is absurd to sugarcoat every damn detail, Reality certainly wouldn’t approve of it, In the end, the pessimist benefits.
June 2, 2009
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WordsWorth by Dafrosty
WordsWorth imagine every single word that represent the human miracle every little cell organ tissue molecule every strand and follicle of your volatile soul each is a word whether combined or it's own multiply by your age, and the many pages- you waged your struggles in,people you huddled with, add your interactions with them and factor them in along with obtained wisdom don't forget the cells you expand,shells you outgrew growth of scar tissues you can never undo messages you absorbed, fact or untrue cultures religions and trends you sprung to time to examine what you've got so far multiplied by the moments that define who you are imagine the gazillion of roman alphabets- that your name represents,now are you still worthless?
May 22, 2009
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Redemption by Dina
Redemption One accidental drop of harmless toxic Poisons the pool of minds What were once fields of pure white cloths, Turns mahogany and black. Tinted with endless minutes of total revulsion The receiver and the received The becoming and the became. What was unintentional becomes deliberate What was a silent slip becomes a proud mistake Worn with endless tiring grips of unwanted truths Eventually dissolves in diluted waters of hate With the coming of time, everything shall fade Shall falter into dusts grated by the world itself And the world shall soon after join this madness monstrosity Silvered with linings of hope but quickly enveloped By bullet trains of reality and cackles of uncensored truth. Sick of utter pretense and insubstantial generalization, This deformity lives in the inner stigmas of each homosapien, Wanting nothing but sheer normality which in itself is impossible Abnormality is normal and normality isn’t quite there This only proves that the theories we once had a grip on Have backfired and instead become the opposite or a combination Don’t bother preparing ammunitions, watch it fire, there is no difference, It simply fades in the distance, and then another one takes its place, And the cycle goes on, creating generations of sadists sicker as it spins, There is no point in altering reality, have a seat and watch it repeat, Worst moments to date, on a roll while adding spice to it, Join if you must, our world is going to destruction anyway, The more the merrier, the more the sooner, For this horrendous stage play to end and for us to return, To our rightful paths towards our condemned destiny. Cackle and laugh in our damned reality, party with the enemy, Step outside the box, outside the world if you must, We’re all doomed anyway.
April 6, 2009
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It is you by Dina
It is you. Burn my skin Sew my lips Strip my brains apart Slash my wrists. I stand unfazed. I am not invisible. It is you Tear my eyelashes Gouge my eyes. Stitch my hands together Snap my toes And I stand grinning. I am not invisible. It is you Stone me down Throw me up High in the sky But I am still here. And I won’t disappear. Because I am not invisible. You are. And I am not you. 2/4/09 5.00 am.
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My Whole Life by Dafrosty
My Whole Life here's my heart take every liter of blood in it with you that's the same way i feel when i handed you my arms and every possible hug size with it also when i lent you my ears along with my deepest secrets while you're at it,take my brain too every spilling thought of you along with it take my chest so i wont have to hold my breath when in pain anymore my legs kick me out with that my stomach and every hint of your love i fed upon my eyes carved with a stencil the shape of yours,take it my shoulders and every drop of our mixed fears rested my neck and every exhaustion from the late night calls my nose and your smell that haunts me everywhere my lips and every 4 letter words i've spoken with it love,lies,lust,life, take it all from my tongue i only shaved to kiss you goodnight better i only wore glasses to see the signs better i only cut my hair so i wont be so hot-headed i only bought new sandals to keep up with you i only cleaned myself to not stain you again i only bled my fist thinking of you so i can feel again i only exaggerated the last line above coz i wish it was true i'm screaming on a page i wish it was you love me again hold me again talk to me again think of me again inhale our dreams again walk with me again feed me your attention again let me walk with you again let me see you again let me cry with you again let me talk to you again make me again an addict of your scent let me love,lie to and with,lust for,and live with you again you took everything from,of,and about me with you because that's how much you're worth; my whole life
May 9, 2009
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Sun Setting by Dafrosty
Sun Setting sitting by the dawn of her new born,flesh torn dreaming of a night that is long gone holding on to the fiery clouds promise of a better outcome but it better not come when the song's done coz she would rather set her hair locked under covers other commitments would have to be stopped for her lover took her condition shoved up couldn't be bothered that she's not ready as a mother held the rising star with her paranoid hands careful not to strangle when she wrapped the asteroid belt around this cradle of innocent souls she made it then her goal never to leave him alone phoned home base told em she has grown send em globes of love letters while being flown away into her own ring of orbit worn proud as her stomach shrinks back to her angelic form, now he gets older by infinite showers she devours him in filled with emotions powerful enough to win any struggle she juggles as long as he was in a huddle's reach especially in times when her suffers peaked others speak of their bond as unseen before she sings out the scores of his attempts to walk thought him her name the very instant he could talk dusted off chalk lines of her passing life only kept silhouettes that is left as disguising the fact she has lied to herself that she would always keep him shielded even after her death she banked on his future the best she could afford all the off days earned were spent to raise him accordingly he grew up to write about the world soon after she left for a place beyond words
May 28, 2009
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One Night Stand-Up by Dafrosty
One Night Stand-Up the lustful wind stroke her fairly torn complex thoughts of a road not mistaken for dreams undone but her doubts were right to pre-dictate her actions not enough to avoid the pull under pressures lower than her overstanding of the devil and in the atmosphere of regret her skin felt as smooth as the gravel on the walkways to hell she was burning hot like the earth after being stripped bare of it's ozone her oceans of hormones,dried while lubricating the frictions of the asteroid belt the volcano speech she screamed would make any W Bush melt to the knees there's no escape this was all bound to be restrained from helplessly her mouth was the door into deeper conversations, her tongue,the guide,with her lips the gates, and self dignity and home-grown morals,the lock how unfortunate of her,she dated a wordsmith who's like a locksmith of sorts the way he poked the keyholes of her attire with suggestive double demeaning educated arguments about life, twisting and turning,keeping an open ear to clicks, and fragile loopholes of her sex education and once they've exchanged contracts of consent to keep within touching range of each other's filthy arms length the rest,as they say, was his story
May 22, 2009
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The Lost Hunter by Dafrosty
The Lost Hunter he fashioned a scar from his last divorce felt the strength of forces unknown when he exited the doors- of the carriage,first scent was a marriage- of color coded tree fragments and the city it damages savages roam and so he was told but he's illiterate to the signs,pardon his old age he left the cold waves for the land of the devils hoping for small pays enough to keep his life stable his face was that of a dark history witness braved this new jungle despite his trembled fingers wrinkles of riddled family ties which many would imply as a foolish childhood yet i still helped as much as i could humbly asked in tears said he lacked food the journey drained him of hope but still he'd fight through but he was only human to need to refuel i handed him hope,washed his hunger for a clearer view he was at the age that i wouldn't wana be alone at within his energized speak,i saw cracks we both knew he wouldn't make it,we agreed in silence he's gona have to beg to get home back to Penang Island
March 18, 2009
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hipokrasi si perempuan by Atikah
hipokrasi si perempuan oi perempuan galak suara kau teramat ghairah bertazkirah berbincang berdiskusi fitnah konon pelakon utama ayat-ayat cinta konon bersinar dengan cahaya keimanan tapi sebenarnya berpeluh hangat baru habis sesi anggota badan dirogol teman lelaki oi perempuan galak kesepian sebenarnya penuh dengan cacat cela sebenarnya oleh itu kepenuhan fizikal mencukupi waktu kini harap pendidikan biologi tingkatan 3 sekolah dahulu memberi peringatan semasa baju sudah lucut dari kulit ke lantai rumah oi perempuan galak adakah kau gemar perhatian ini? adakah ini dipanggil kasih sayang yang kau puja? aku memandangmu dengan sedih untuk lima saat sebelum mulutku mencebik cis, hanya gadis jalanan sedia untuk apa-apa asalkan terasa bagus dari tangan yang meraba hingga ke mulut yang berapi wahai wanita aku tidak gemar; ini bukan aktiviti masa lapangku aku tidak gemar merasmikan forum mencaci ini aku tidak gemar mengherdik ini bukan diriku sama juga galak bukan nama kurniaan mu tetapi kalau kau memandang aku serong lagi? atas bawah pula? kau suka aktiviti fizikal, bukan? mari beri pipi. tangan ingin berkenalan.
March 24, 2009
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Yet Another by Dafrosty
Yet Another The old saying is you don't know what you've got till it's gone. Sometimes, though, it hurts much more when you don't know what you've lost till one fine day when you were still holding on strong to the hopes of it coming back, it left a goodbye note mailed to your heart, delivered through the hole in your chest it left when it left saying it has left for good for the better of both sides and it's best to be kept that way because the worst has yet to be undone so might as well stop before we worsen into a worse connection coz what we had was bad enough so much so that it was good by the moment and nothing more after the goodbyes although we could try to go by the good times but it's never enough like how life is ironically that's what makes life so priceless it's the timeless waiting of happiness never promised but is often and forever hoped to drop by but man is man enough to forget that we can only get by by climbing up to the supply plane instead of it dropping us cradles of hopeless dreams we are impatient wanting a faster stream of converse but the bandwidth of our understanding calls for some upgrading first before we can quench the burst of dry talks with light walks on the plank jumping back from the clouds holding hands jumping back into reality where if we survive the fall we'll hover between pain and serenity and live forever happily even as our bodies rot only the difference between heaven and hell will separate us but i guess that has happened many times too often but as always i'm forever waiting for my rescue boat for it to turn around lifetimes after it's blades crippled my possibilities of swimming back up and i'm living off it's bubbles of small talks
May 11, 2009
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Knocking On Heaven's Door by Dafrosty
Knocking On Heaven's Door knock,knock,knocking on heaven's door keep on waiting for something more more than silence,i smell vibrance on the other side and this waiting is timeless knock,knock,knocking on heaven's floor bled my hands for answers i adored too long that my body vibrates into silent storms of revolt and violence knock,knock,knocking on,hoping for an angel i knew but she is now lost left me her feathers for me to write with carved my skin with letters that are irate knock,knock,knocking on,knocking your windows to your heart I opened before you changed the locks,I stand by the gates until being with you again is my fate
May 6, 2009
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The Pursuit of Happiness by MaryamH
The Pursuit of Happiness You wake up in the morning, or at whatever time you do, And stumble out of bed wondering what the day will bring to you. ”I will survive!” you sing aloud, as you check up on your peers, The snippets of their life used to muffle all your fears You've nothing better to do so you wait around all day, But "I can't expect everyone to be as pathetic as me," you say You try not to be a burden, and try your best to let them be, But all those things unspoken just heighten your anxiety Your paranoia gets the best of you, "of course they're running away!" "But I do wish they would stay a while" you whisper in dismay You'd be glad if you could voice it out, though you doubt you ever could, "But if it means that much to you, yeah, its a risk but you still should!" I ask, “what makes YOU happy? and you, and you, and you? Because what makes ME happy is when YOU are happy too!”
April 27, 2009
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One by Robert
One track, Different dance, You have to follow one path, You can do a single thing, Get your target impact, By facing it a different way, But then, Right before its gone,you have only, One shot, one moment, One world, one scene, One breathe, three seconds, Think fast, react. Right before you lose it, Make a choice then move it, Choose wisely before you do it, Be yourself, don't fake it, Shock frozen, then shake it, Forget about regretting, It is history in the making.
May 8, 2009
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Ta.ja by Robert
Ta.ja (Swahili poem- Translation included) Soma kata.mata, Kusipokuwa na matata, Imani si twatafuta, Kama ya gari mafuta. [Read kata.mata, When there is no problem, Peace is what we seek, Like car fuel,] Matajiri wakila bata, Wanafunzi waenda shule bila Bata, Kiamsha kinywa kila siku wahata, Mwalimu mkuu kiboko kumhata. [While the rich eat ducks, Pupils go to school without Bata(shoes), They miss breakfast daily, To evade the headmaster's cane.] Asubuhi kushakucha, Mwanafunzi akula kucha, Hadi chajio bila chakula, Bidii ya kusoma hatavunja. [Daybreak, early morning, The pupil eats his nail, (Struggling) Until dinnertime without food, His will to study will not break]
May 4, 2009
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The Devil's Advocate by Dafrosty
The Devil's Advocate knock knock knocking all demon horns but the base is still in place in every fetus born evil will eat us all, big or small just a matter of getting heaven's rhythm sorted out until then we are mere solvents of a pattern unsolved catalyst of catastrophe, fighters for the most badass trophies more please to please morticians with corpses that feature crooked features like corporations rations of the human cost is divided by the causes save for the chosen few hiding behind clauses a whole world of disguises are waiting in your closet close the faucet of your speech unless an evil force forces it open your doors to devil endorsements ride your road blind like the headless horsemen horsing around might get you a hell of applause good luck with your strokes at the door when the line is drawn
May 7, 2009
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Balancing Word and Play by Dafrosty
Balancing Word and Play gruesome circumstance,grew to hurl some trends- out for more space to breath,paving more ways to see that he's wasting these breaths and paper,reaching out with flesh that's vaporized into speech and tailored letters wearing past sentences dressed to face the present tensions- gifted only to handle it reckless,he's weightless couldn't wait any less than a lifetime for the right moment- he left behind only to be upfront in the minds of many he lacks planning,swims with the timely fishing of his destiny while being hooked on a choice to rest in pieces of his memories never been forgotten,couldn't feel he's rotten, couldn't sense the plots and hands that interfere he kept his inner ears sensitive,walking down the planks, tight ropes,loose ends,high knowledgeable levels of hope just as consistently he would keep delivering these notables- through the speaker's cone till he's cold as stone hearts and grows up
May 1, 2009
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