Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Sullivan
Or worlds for that matter
But he gave me something
It pulled myself together
He never did know my name
Or a name like mine
The other day he died
It made me think for a while
I read about it out of nowhere
I was silenced by a phrase
It didn't freeze my blood
But my sight dimmed for a day
Saw his life through a peephole
Felt his energy through sound bites
The other day Sullivan died
It made me think for a while
.
I’ve seen your secrets. I wish I’ve never dug them out.
I’m trying so hard each day not to resort to hate since I can’t bear regretting it later. Yet, I could not muster another feeling for you. I am confused. Should I put on an endearing smile as if everything is alright? Should I keep on looking for the bright side of things and ignore everything that lurks in the shadows? Or should I not think or feel at all and just accept things as they are?
I don’t know. You tell me. You’re supposed to be the one with the plan. It’s just hard to believe that desperation has actually been a part of the plan all along. You’re supposed to be the example for me. It’s just hard to accept that all that I should be is everything that you’re not. You're supposed to be many things that you're not. So, you tell me.
How I wish that you’d tell me. I believe I am man enough to face the truth, no matter how ugly it is and no matter how it contradicts each aspect of what I have been picturing my past, present and future to be. I’m strong enough to overlook told lies and receive the hidden reality. I’ve grown and am ready enough to find that my whole life so far has only been the sweet and colourful icing of a rotten moldy cake. I’m well-prepared to see that my future will not be bathed in shiny sunlight as I have hoped it will be. I’m strong enough to discover that this bullshit is endless.
But I’m too frail to find out from anyone but you yourself.
Sunday, November 7, 2010
The Importance of Being Idle
- MxPx, Lonesome Town.
(I think Twitter is lame but I haven't been inspired to write longer posts for quite some time. Way to go!)
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
She Would Turn 34 Today
So many stories to share,
I wish the door would open and you would walk in smiling,
But you'd never be there.
*Al-fatihah for Allahyarham Riza Marina bt Abd Razak, my dearly beloved and deeply missed sister. It has been 2 years and I miss her so damn much.
Monday, October 25, 2010
Sebulan Aje Lagi
Seems we meet each other again,
Heave relief, it isn’t so bad,
Another year will wait around ahead
Another year is just a blur
Can’t figure out what I’m after
More hours in my hands than I need,
But I’m slowly releasing the grip.
Inertia tosses me
As time accelerates
I’d regain my poise in a minute
Except I never did
These are our good old days
Moments we’ll wish to retrieve
But I’ll finally see it years too late
In our hazy sight, tomorrow waits,
And our footprints left behind will fade.
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Maaf Zahir Batin...
Do have fun. Celebrate. Feel glorious. Be grateful.
Unless we don't really deserve it.
-Hisyam
Friday, August 20, 2010
These Are The Good Old Days
Anyway, lately I've been thinking about these last few months as a student. Soon, I'll be completely out of my comfort zone into total adulthood. These are the good old days that I'll remember later but I don't know if I'm prepared. I suck horribly at coping with changes and I succumb to misery when life passes by too fast.
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Fanboyism (Current Level : Unbearable Excitement)
I was surfing Facebook (using Dzeti's account. I've let her reset my password and keep it as a secret, for reasons not to be revealed). Checked out Coheed's page and there's a picture of a Malay dude welcoming them at KLIA. Dang! Jealousy elevates skyward.
I'm preparing myself for the big night, which turned out to be tomorrow (I thought it would be on Monday till Dzeti reminded me this morning) so I'm maximizing the Coheedistic spirits in me with some rituals such as ironing the band T-shirt (which has been worn a thousand times, as most probably noticed by people around me), sliding the ticket and KillAudio hardcover neatly into my bag, preparing photos to be signed during meet and greet and once this is all done, I'm impatiently waiting for these 18 hours to lapse, all with nothing but Coheed discography in endless loops in the background.
As evident here, fanboyism can also result in run-on sentences. And I'm quite surprised that I managed to type without caps and multiple exclamation marks.
OHMIGOD COHEED'S GIG EEZ TOMORRROOWW!!!!!! OH MAN I CAN BARELY CONTAIN MYSELFF!!!!
Damn! Almost.
