A continuation to what is previously lost....

Devil's Inspirational Thoughts~2

Makes me realise that it has been a while since I last had much inspirations...? Or am I just all too occupied all this time...? Not a single moment to pen down and capture what's on my head...?

Have I been sleeping again....?

~Paper plane~

How I wish I can hold the paper aeroplane in my hand..? To fly it anywhere I like... To hold it close to me and see it in sight.... Breathe... By the breeze it takes...

How I wish I can see you sitting by the window...? Looking forward to see me... To take a good look at you like I've always wanted to... But never really found enough time to realise throughout the months...

How I wish I was there when I odd to be by your side? To listen and talk to you.... To look at the quiet you... Quiet... Because you're facing a quiet me...?

How I wish there ain't so many paper planes sometimes...? Sobusy travelling we would be... Never really giving our hearts a resting ground... The touch down we once shared... So many moments often together by the sea...?

How I wish we have more time to brush our shoulders...? Less time carried away by a folding plane.... Less time wondering about each other when we're distance apart.... Less time wondering about each other when we're just next to each other......

Dark sky... As it may, clouds have seems to taken over our world... Rain has drenched our tiny planes... So heavy and broken they seems... Taking eternity to fix....? When would I be able to fly and see you again.....?

Originally posted by Devil1976:

A continuation to what is previously lost....

Devil's Inspirational Thoughts~2

Makes me realise that it has been a while since I last had much inspirations...? Or am I just all too occupied all this time...? Not a single moment to pen down and capture what's on my head...?

Have I been sleeping again....?

Sleepwalking.

My Super-Ex gf....

She turned real sh|tty much just before I decided that it's really too much for us both to take...

She really gave me nuts and craps when we broke up... Did all sorts of nonsense... Held whole pack of lies... Degrade to all of a low point....

But she was a really nice and lovely gf while we were together...

I would always treasure and appreciates that....

Originally posted by Devil1976:

My Super-Ex gf....

She turned real sh|tty much just before I decided that it's really too much for us both to take...

She really gave me nuts and craps when we broke up... Did all sorts of nonsense... Held whole pack of lies... Degrade to all of a low point....

But she was a really nice and lovely gf while we were together...

I would always treasure and appreciates that....

haha..

machiam really talking abt ur ex gf.. oops!

hey u are back!

Originally posted by browniebaobao:

haha..

machiam really talking abt ur ex gf.. oops!

hey u are back!

devil~
u r back.
hello.
/hughug

The Library

Evening. The 2nd time I passed by the same girl with the lovely blue eyes. Or was it the 3rd? There she was, sitting by her store steps....

She looked at me. Opened her mouth and spoke with a cute lovely British accent.

"I saw you walking down here yesterday." I admitted to her that I did.

"You own this store?" She nodded.

Strange to see a girl as young as her owning a book store and having such an interest as a start in life?

I explained that I lived in a hotel somewhere further up. This spot she's at happens to be in between where my conference is held and where I stay in a hotel.

I smiled & bid her goodbye.

Back in hotel. I remember when I 1st saw that book shop among the streets of bars and pubs. The books outside of it. $1, $1.50. Reminds me of a sad story.... Of how value of books could drop just like the values of humans... And it probably doesn't bother too many people perhaps than the store keeper....? Of how the valuable efforts could have so easily gone down the drain... Wasted...?

I thought I could revisit her again tomorrow? And if fate really has it that I would see her the 3rd time at the pravement, I would simply love to chat.... Afterall, how often would I come all the way across the globe to bump into someone at the far end like this?

Next day. No longer seen is her in her wind-breaker and hood over the head. I loitered for a while outside the store which happens to be separated into two. I peeked in and pretty much saw nothing.

I decided to walk in.

Greeted by books... Yellow and old... A few number which seems more 'freshly baked'... An old man who gave me a warm smile. Signs with cute messages all over the shop....

This is like a little cementry. I thought to myself. remembering the 'dead' books of values $1 and $1.50 now lying outside of the store....

I went through their contents as I've so long never really feel and touch a book. Suddenly it's like I'm communicating with the deads again.... I felt so deeply embraced and surrounded.... So quiet it was, yet so many 'mumbles' & 'whispers' I seemed to be hearing....

I finally saw this girl who's head turned back against me. Speaking to her dad? Seems like this could be a family business? Something so simple but yet so out of place....? I suddenly felt the passion within that gentle old man. His love for books & their company....

In the end I still didn't get to see that blonde girl in her face again. But I think I saw who was her younger sis instead? Very quiet & attractive girl with that equally lovely blue eyes....

I soon left with sosmehow a little regret and disappointment? Yet some things in life I guess are just meant for brushing by...? Not all are given a chance for us to cherish while they could always be around us...? Would I have entered the shop if she haven't been sitting outside...? Would I have if she haven't spoke to me? Met a family of 'librarians' & be inspired by them....?

Such a small quiet shop... Yet so deep & lovely in its own ways.....

PS. I went into the shop again the day before I flew off. I finally saw that blonde girl. She was at her desk at the far end. She turned and gave me a quick look. But I guess she couldn't recognise me as I wasn't in my coat that day...

Originally posted by missqi:

devil~
u r back.
hello.
/hughug

Hi. It's really lovely scenery over there but I was almost bored to my tears... "

I'm sad... Even angels won't cry for me anymore...

Never thought I would grow up to be so beautiful like my mum has always wanted to... To fill her prides and rule my world... To keep her from a distance and alone in silence... Quiet. Is it just how a beautiful world should be...?

Never thought I would grow to be so strong... Take care of myself... 'Take care' of others... Where does my genuine care for the others go...? Is it true that giving too much would make me a little lamb...? Which hungry tiger would bear to keep its eyes off me....? Alluring....

Never thought I could grow to be so cold.... Of tears and sympathy I was made... Yet this day. I can hardly fill myself up with an inch of true emotion anymore... Have I already slowly cease to exist...? Does it really make no sober difference whether I was dead...? Killed or not...? Power... Is that it to life...?

Angels, don't talk to me. Devils... Don't whisper to me in my ears... People... Speak out loud to me. Don't talk behind my back. I won't blame you for who you are. I won't blame myself for existing in this world anymore...

Mum, dad, Honey, Missing, Corrine, Susan, Jing & so many more... I'm sorry... I've grown to be a true disappointment to most if not all of you....

My existence has already failed to impress me.....

Silent World

Don't you just hate the world when it's so quiet? No one to talk to you... No one to listen to you as you speak...

The noises on the streets... The beautiful music... The laughters... All playing on a silent mode. You just can't figure what they're about...

Thinking of where you should be heading towards... No sense of direction. No hint of connection. You watch the TV as it plays quietly on TV mobile. When you might have felt a little disturbed, it doesn't seems to bother much of anyone else at all.

In yourself falls into silence again. So quiet. Barely talk. Utter a few words people can hardly understand. Then they look at you for hint of what's going on your mind... Yet you know. You don't wanna be understood. You continue. Irritates people.

The errors in this world. Mistakes. Silence broadens that gap. When you know it's wrong. Something is wrong. Yet you hear nothing from them. You speak. The wall absorbs it in silence. You feel anger and frustrations.

So neat, it's empty. So quiet, it's void. You can hear people's breathing from a mile. You can hear their heartbeat. You can hear their confused and frustrated thoughts. Buried deep within. So quiet.

You can hardly hear yourself.

The Bored God

Once there is a God. He is BORED with life. He is a 'know-it-all'. He can count and predict things as they SLOWLY arrives. He could look at the world and yet nothing and no one would pose a challenge or a threat to himself.

His world holds no surprise. He can eat cornflakes or porridge for breakfast as per he likes. He can watch TV or DVD as per he please.

Being a very clever him, he has found a solution to his 'problem'. He then challenges himself to a duel. To a feat beyond himself. To 'cut' half of himself and cast it away in scatters. To watch what great effects 'he' could have over the world. And to challenge himself to stop the 'effects' from out of hands.

But his task is tiring indeed. A hero he soon became, a slayer to his own mischief and shadows. His spirit inspired people worldwide just like his shadows have influenced them. Existing within the struggles and balance between 2 unique 'frequencies'. Which vibrates the SLOW silent picture that he has been watching, into CHAOS APART.

In which his final destiny would be to keep them still again. And watch them till he is BORED.

Sometimes I feel like crying.
But don't know why.
There are just no tears in my eyes.
I cannot be happy.
Nor can I be sad.
I don't know what I am.

Somtimes I am bored.
Alone.
But not lonely.
Really.
Don't ask me why.

I also don't know.

Originally posted by Devil1976:

Somtimes I am bored.
Alone.
But not lonely.
Really.
Don't ask me why.

I also don't know.

Aren't u in Australia now?

~Descended~

The wings of the descended angel no longer free... Trapped in a world of its own curiosity... Attending the wedding of Adams and Eves'. Drinking toxin down thy throat.

Accompanied by parties and precious gems. Deserted by memories. A little boy who stood and wait. Under a dark cloud.

Originally posted by Devil1976:

~Descended~

The wings of the descended angel no longer free... Trapped in a world of its own curiosity... Attending the wedding of Adams and Eves'. Drinking toxin down thy throat.

Accompanied by parties and precious gems. Deserted by memories. A little who stood and wait. Under a dark cloud.

Me don't like the colour.

Missing...

Do you know that I miss you...?
That words just often ain't more than enough.... To replace you...?

My frustrations...? My denial...
My desire... To see you...
Yet I'm always so quiet about it...
Hidden in a nutshell.. Not wanting to disturb either of us..
Pretending that everything's ok... That I don't really care...

Do you know as I sit by the laptop...
Like I always do while you were with me...?
Though I was always quiet.. But you still lingers on my mind while you're just next to me...
Now I'm really quiet. I miss your voice. I miss you. I don't wanna hear your voice. I don't wanna miss you.

Never have I realised how deep the sea is... How vast the ocean could be...
Flying above the clouds... I've always thought sunshine is always here to stay...

Yet tonight is just like every other nights. Very quiet and very dark. Very silent.

Very deep yet far from sleep. Miss you?

Quietly, I listen.....

Originally posted by missqi:

devil~
u r back.
hello.
/hughug

I'm sorry for whatever I've said which might have offended you... I'm truly happy for you that you're a happy girl today...

Originally posted by DeadPoet:

Me don't like the colour.

It's a color you can barely lay your eyes on....

Just like the world the boy is living in within that story...

A bird's language...

I was busy playing my game away at my computer.. Trying to solve stages and win bonus... Then he came to me.

My young nephew who hurried to my desk and asked... "Come quick! Come quick! There's something urgent I got to show you!!" I looked surprised.. And responded immediately...

He brought me to the kitchen where he pointed to me a bird lying down in the park... I... Looked at him in disbelief.... And gave him a look of dismay.... He looked at me sadly... Before he said... "But my teacher taught us that life is very precious...? Even mum says so..."

I gave him a second look... Very soft this time round.... Rub his head silly and asked him not to cry....

Real me

The real me doesn't care... The real me doesn't love.... The real me really doesn't feel much... The real me might look unreal to you... But really... It's just the real me....?

Sorry....

Is the word I tell you when you couldn't hear it... As my mouth parts and try to utter... Like an effort which spreads nothing into the air.... Makes you wanna look hard at me to observe for all that possibilities....

Originally posted by missqi:

devil~
u r back.
hello.
/hughug

Whatever happened to you (or maybe you think it's me?)....?

Miss you...