Shooting for the Stars by AsphyxiatingOxygen, literature
Literature
Shooting for the Stars
"We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars." ~Oscar Wilde
I'm sorry I didn't buy you something,
Showing my appreciation of you in my life.
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Yang mencontohkan artimu
Dalam hidupku.
People say a picture is worth a thousand words;
I believe that's the way you are.
My friend, this is endless.
You inspire me to sit up with the stars.
I've never thanked you
For being exactly who you are.
Your perfection leaves me awed.
If all oaths are meant to be broken
Then let this signify something more.
If no one else understands this,
At least it will settle my mind.
Sitting in the dull cl
14 letters never
sounded so sweet together …
He gazes at her,
admiring her every quality.
Her straight black hair
that stops past her shoulders.
Her smoldering deep brown eyes
cascading warmth and a certain glow,
that he has never known before.
Like an explorer, he sets forward,
to those eyes that draw him in.
Eyes that haunt his thoughts,
bewitching them.
Her mesmerizing smile
and cute laugh at his lame jokes.
Her luscious lips move
while he sits, mouth agape,
speechless …
and spellbound by her porcelain beauty.
Pristine fragility,
so fragile to his touch.
So meaningful to his soul.
But it goes more than skin deep.
In
You are my breath of air
from the polluted Jakarta skies.
I love how I'm made speechless
whenever I look into your eyes.
I think about you
It seems like all the time.
You're amazing to me
and so perfect in my mind.
Every moment spent with you goes by so fast;
When we are apart, with me, time goes by so slow.
There's just something about you,
exactly what it is I really don't know.
Could it be the way you make me smile…
or because you are so sweet?
You know just the thing to make me laugh,
you're what makes my heart beat.
The feelings I have for you
are ones I've never felt before
and with every day that passes
I love you ev
I feel this stone tied around my neck,
carrying your burdens,
your lies and deceit.
Poisioning my already tortured soul.
You grab the rope and thrust me
over the edge,
to forever sink in the sea.
My sea exists as a worl of pain;
suffering, guilt, hate and sorrow.
Everything but happiness,
which drifts in the sky,
menacingly unreachable.
From underwater, I stare at the sun,
dreaming of the world above the waves.
I sink deeper still
and sun's warmth becomes but a memory.
I see a ray of light that slowly dims
as I struggle.
With weak strenght,
I thrust this stone that is forever killing me,
and with every recess of energy,
I
Do you know what it's like to be hit?
What it's like to always feel like shit?
Have you ever felt hated,
and always forgotten?
Have you ever been ignored,
and been left behind?
Do you know what it's like
to feel insecure?
Was there ever a time,
when you felt lost and confused?
How much of your life,
was spent in the shade,
and you had dreams
that you would fade,
and you wanted to stay that way?
Can you count the footprints,
set in your dreams?
How many of your tears,
have turned into streams?
Do you know what it's like,
to feel misplaced?
Do you have any flaws
that can be traced?
Have you ever felt,
that you are alway
Great Eye of the Classroom by AsphyxiatingOxygen, literature
Literature
Great Eye of the Classroom
All-seeing.
All-knowing.
The Great Eye of the Classroom.
Ryan picking his nose
for that booger that just won't dislodge.
Sally flirting with the guys,
bending over now and then,
giving them a room with a view,
and getting back their attention.
Rob with his TI-83 Plus in one hand,
and his new, flashy Nokia, in the other,
ambidextrously playing games.
A select group of kids actually working!
Rumors have spread that Jack and Jill
did more than run up the hill,
last night at Bodanci's.
The devout fasting Muslim
surrounded by idiot friends
trying to entice him with suggestions of food.
Kids sleeping more,
convinced that eight h
The nothingness we live within.
The entirety of our being.
Polluted air surroundings,
pure surface skin corrupted by overt fakeness.
Plunged deep into lightness,
only to withdraw forced exhalations.
Choking oxygen opposite breathful death.
Twisted life lived with fear of living,
more than necessary.
Inorganic life,
spreading demise with every step.
Shattered cities, lives, friends and family
in the wake,
strewn with tender instability.
Crumbling under pressure,
happily crushed
between school expectations,
family expectations,
and most of all, life's expectations.
New cuts sprouting where the old scars lie.
Bordered with mo
Labyrinth of Lies by AsphyxiatingOxygen, literature
Literature
Labyrinth of Lies
Hypocrisy strangulates with a delicate grip.
Silence pounds in his ears,
while the mirror betrays his fears.
Dark clouds form,
the blanket blinds his eyes.
The sea rages with happiness,
as the wakes come crashing down.
The candle's flame within
withers with vitality.
I wonder how he walks this path
beneath his feet.
A path leading to a labyrinth of lies.
Turning,
twisting,
winding,
curving,
the repitition never frustrating him.
Looking outside the window of pain,
the frame of sorrow binds all.
The repressed truth floods the cistern of life.
This child crumbles
in the d
Escape from Hate by AsphyxiatingOxygen, literature
Literature
Escape from Hate
Pitch black.
Darkness consumes him,
and cradles him.
He embraces his fate.
Brightness enters, splitting the two entities.
Her face freezes him.
Her touch quickens his heart.
She strikes his soul where it hurts the most.
Breathless, gasping for air.
Clawing, slipping, drowning, insecure.
She intoxicates him.
His façade disintegrates,
as he reaches out for her,
and finds not her smooth skin,
but an invisible barrier.
She is goodness personified.
She starts to turn away,
and he calls for her,
longing for her gentle touch.
Darkness enters him,
penetrating every organ of his body.
His eyelids slowly shut
as all happiness vani
The mist is dense,
and I feel it embrace me.
The shadows so dark,
and no one can see me.
The snow falls deep
and the cuts so many,
opened a thousand time before.
Tears no longer run
and voices do not speak.
My eyes are not alive
they died a long time ago.
My mouth forces a smile;
it is not seen.
Still I breathe
and wake every morning,
still my heart beats
as I learn to deal with this pain
and hold on,
never to be consumed.
My soul reflects the solitude.
I hold on to shattered pieces of myself,
that refuse to abate.
The scornful laughter behind me,
hurts too much.
Why are they so blind to see?
My scars lengthen
and wo
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Well, it's been a long a** time since I've posted a journal, so for anyone who cares, here's what's been going on with me.
I was in Jakarta for about three weeks. Was supposed to be there until the 5th of October, but due to unexpected family reasons, I had to come back to Singapore. My film production diploma course starts on October 23rd so my uncle hooked me up with an internship at his friend's branding agency called Blue Duck Design. So, I've been interning there for about a week now. The internship is going well. I went in last Tuesday at 10am on the dot, but Abraham (my boss and my uncle's friend) wasn't even there yet. hehehe.. He wa
Hi ppl....
Yup, it's my last week doing all the tasks I wrote about in my previous journal entry. Kinda sucks. I've made friends here really fast in the past month. And now, just like my friends at school, I gotta say good-bye to them. And I don't know when I'll be visiting Indonesia again. Because my parents will probably fly in to L.A. from Japan (where they will be moving to and teaching in Yokohama) to have a Californian Christmas.
I'm taking the day off, either to hang out with my "junior" (soon to be seniors) friends at Dufan (theme park? i guess...), or go with one of the Aksara guy's brothers. He wants to take me to a place where al
okkayy...... i didn't continue yesterday.....
i got in at 10:30ish today. same as always. i'm soo tired. -_-
Aisha....... :fella: i work at Aksara bookstore in Kemang. And basically, I browse through the books and pick ones that the store manager would like to feature online on their website. Then I go through the tedious task of writing down the title, author, publisher, number of pages and price of each book. Then I go online to Amazon.com or BarnesandNoble.com and find reviews to borrow (while citing them). I also save pictures of the book covers. :O_o:
After all this, I go to the Aksara website and upload each book as well as their boo