countless days without you..if one never realize!

What is captured,it’s the only thing remembered..
The wind is the witness where you & I met..

What could you have done to set apart,
Or you would even want to share with me…
I may not have to ask every single little thing,
But it’s just the way you put it that makes it all different

Please to never refresh this moment again,
Where it only reminds nothing but a dark plain cloth.
The room where we expect joy has it all but you
So I know it’s just virtual stupid.

It takes a mountain to prove it,
It takes time to make it happen,
It takes me to work it out.

My days go countless without you,
if one never realize, at least I did.

~define the word "you" in your own world...
it could be your study, accademic, career, or a person(s)...

way of expression,

Its nothing real great to see things the way it shouldn’t be..
It’s another twirl of the mind, that might need to do its fixing there..
Cool is the word to be count?yea nice...?
Or is it a norm, a culture used to express?

Lots of things…have become a culture,
Or a way of expression.
When people use it too often, the thing lose itself the real meaning behind.
Wouldn’t doubt if someone argues, “that’s not true”
Or maybe can you tell me, “how true can it be?”
To be accepted as, “not so true.”

Owh, you wish to ask, does it matter anymore..?
Hahaha..after all, life is just touch & go,
People walking pass one another…?
Will you really matter to drop a smile along the road,
Or a nod of head…
Or you just don’t care…

A buzy life might kill.
But a buzy life without a purpose driven in itself, calls heartache to the soul,
taking it to the grave...
And one asks again, “that’s not true”
Or maybe can you tell me, “how true can it be?”
To be accepted as, “not so true.”

It matters to me anyway, to just drop a “hi” or a “hello”…
In a culture which seems so cold.
Who bothered? when you say, “does it matter?”

~Dedicate to one whose life is not so misery, yet mystery, & mushy

14 March 12:24am

in you

In you,
Things could have change
My thoughts all been, but a vain..
Find out if you could, but just a coconut shell in the end.

Oh!how is it?that I never find in life…
Or could I have gotten pass it,
Or could I have taken granted?

So find it all in meaningless and yet,
Idleness…
Or you should be more prudent,in times to come..
Improving yourself is not just a snap of fingers,
It takes a period of time to form the habit which is good.

Okay, time of confession might be there..
Time of emo may exist..
But that does not make you less than a human being,
If you were to look it another way..

These verses are maybe too..tough to digest,
It’s just another flip over of the mind,
That needs to find its way out..

~dedicate to people who have a disorganize syndrome of mind (like the author)

13 March 2010 11:54pm

I have gotten it, it’s just that....

I have gotten it..
It’s just that, I let it go..
It could have been mine,
But it’s just that I knew it wasn’t…

Why time never leave us left behind something.
If you just need to find out or check back,
If you have treasured it from the first place.

so,
I have gotten it…
It’s just that, I let it go…

What could be the greatest value or opportunity you pass by?
When there’ nothing to be left un-regret,
There’s nothing to look back.

I have gotten it…
It’s just that, I let it go…

And if it’s just a basket full of fishes,
And why not some other nice food..?
Should you ask for something more when you’re merely the receiver &?
With only empty hands…

So that’s life not so great statement,
It’s just a thought passing by the journey.

Whenever you go, never look back with regrets;
It will be too much to think, with never ending pictures.
Guess maybe greater advents are awaiting there,
So just grab it!

I have gotten it..
It’s just that, I let it go..
It could have been mine,
But it’s just that I knew it wasn’t…

~dedicate to people who miss out the things in life!
13 March 2010 11.30pm