Thursday, December 15, 2011

感言15.12.2011

我不再難過了

我看見自己是多麽的美麗,那麽的多有魅力,別人是給予我多麽多的愛

雖然每人能真正擁有愛,我可是真正的體會到了

換個新環境,其實對自己很好

謝謝你給我這個機會,我會好好把握的

don't be ridiculous

don't be ridiculous

just because you rhyme the last word of every sentence doesn't make it a fucking poem

WHERE IS YOUR FLOW
WHERE IS YOUR SKILL
WHERE IS YOUR TECHNIQUE
More importantly,
WHERE IS YOUR MESSAGE

Friday, December 09, 2011

t.u.m.

FUCKING 4:19 in the MORNING

FOREVER WRITING TILL I GET DISCOVERED

the.unhappily.married. (purely fictional)

Mirage, life and death, toasts to coke and meth

Co-existence, fallen deaf, angels of spiritual theft

Can't do it alone, still rolling with the rolling stone

Got nowhere to go, 'cause this is where he calls his home

Hosts and parasites thin nest-cage equivalence

Little man has little options, middle man acquaintance

The wage war commisions, meddle conversations

Winding pi fractions beyond brine saturations

Asking why the heart status, merger, democracy

Understand why bird heart the caged I know suddenly

It's a stolen nature, vulgar urban roaches

Gettin' richer quicker fuckin' drunkards on liquors

While the "young salewoman sets up shop when the sun sets"

Guarantee to detach the souls that were matched

Plus a plaster plastacine, injest penicillin

Wakin' to bathroom floors, where the hell have you been?

Tuesday, December 06, 2011

The Child

So I stepped back, recollect, regret the shit I've said

But the words' been out, I guess I can't take them back

I was like a child, refused to wait for the soup to chill

Scalded his tongue so bad, two weeks and still he's ill

Subsequent meals, coupled with subsequent bills, now he's

Mentally ill from the medical pills that actually kills

The truth is concealed cause he will not reveal, he's

Bottlin' it like a contraceptive pill, he will distill

Pneumatic drills into the hard core truth, the literal

Imagined emotions in temples, thoughts hypothetical

Killed the sabbatical, there's nothing left but sentimental

Memories of yesterday carried away in opticals

Souls of nights cease, lone, a mistaken disease

In the cities of tall buildings, the cold air, the breeze

Contaminants I breathe, the same one that I sneeze

And that desire for a friendship I could not release


In retrospect the kid should have calmed down and respect

Choices of an individual, who was he to expect

Suspecting a doubt that only brought frustrations

Psychological state of mind that maybe spells limerence

Pitching a higher tolerance, building a balance

With scales of a sign that epitomize elegance

Cause if perfection was he, he'd be an embarassment

So he stabilized and composed archaeological remnants

In the initials of crap verse, two stanzas will immerse

Arguing shit, two by four, the last eight lines of this verse

Maybe rehearsed, with pens inversed you can call it adverse

So long an intersperse, hope that this may be reversed

Only method to salvage the broken intended recipient

Relating this to reactions of an 'angry man asian'

Repent or remorse, re-penned and reinforced

You know, if friendship ain't meant to be, it shouldn't be forced


Too late, haha


Traditional rhyme schemes, original rhymin'

Saturday, December 03, 2011

Know-identity

My mind is polluted by sounds that come from my headphones
But my choice is peculiar, that's why I'm always feeling the lone
I'm having a hard time trying to fit into mainstream taste
Repulsion every time I diss that mainstream waste
It's a lame dream race, let's face it, the wealth and the fame
I'm never gonna make it the thought of it brings shame
The bells ring change, it starts to rain as I feel disdain
Droppin' plains of pain, it starts to faint but I'm still the same
And something I still don't understand, I can't comprehend
How the fuck am I supposed to move on without a plan
Now, I'm breaking relationships over petty little things
Seems to me I don't really know myself, I'm having flings
Mingling around with the shit I ain't supposed to mess with
But fuck it, I ain't got anything on me to start with

Friday, December 02, 2011

好聽


你的版本真的很好聽
聽了好舒服 心裏好多了

不認識你,但還是要謝謝你

生病了

最近好難過

沒想到一個病可以拖那麽久還不快好

只想朋友、親人的安慰鼓勵快好起來
不想自暴自棄但真的好想放棄

說要死掉也太誇張
不過内心真的快撐不下去

看到這則網post的朋友可以說我很軟弱
可是這段時間裏,真的,我好想一個人靜一靜

皮膚惡化、精神氣色一天比一天糟糕
不想出門,我是怎麽搞的
這不是以前開心活潑的阿淵,你在幹嘛

懷疑自己快患上憂鬱症,明明就很多朋友邀約,自己是不孤單的
但是好像越來越孤僻了

生病了,臉紅腫了,I look grotesque
but why the fuck do i care?

靠腰 你管好自己就好了 不要來煩我

Thursday, December 01, 2011

done.. won.

It's a common question asked a million times
Even more times you tried to force that shit rhyme
Life, love, stress and setbacks, show me where your heads at
Cause honestly I'm tired of the bullshit and fake acts
Fuck a job demeaning, it's a fight against the odds
Inscribing life's meanings, it's a fight against the Gods
I'm ignoring texts, emails and messages
Just so they notice my struggle with the rummages
I'm aged twenty one, but my mind is really older
Who the fuck am I kiddin', isolated in the corner
Trying to fit in but you can't you fucking Termite
They try to ruin you, label you, reduced to plights
But seriously, you think you all that great
Go out there and face reality before it's all but too late
Demonstrate, show them how it's supposed to be done
Fuck a break, show them how it's supposed to be won