2/6

Masyarakat kita

Talam dua muka

Identiti ganda dua

Si malaikat dan syaitan

pada lembaran yang sama

Hari ini dia sempurna

Menegakkan keadilan di alam maya

Esok lusa dia celaka

Menindas semua sama sahaja

Si pedofil dicela

Perogol dimurka

Artikel berjela jela

Tapi dia juga serupa

Bahan lucah berleluasa

Perempuan disiul digoda

Komputer riba jadi arkib dosa

Kerana bagi mereka apa salahnya

Punya nafsu sering ternoda

Kau fikir kau upaya

Mengubah dunia sedang kau menghancurkannya
Menikam mangsa sambil menekan luka

Orang dah bertindak dia masih berkata-kata
Dia ditegur, yang dimarahnya kita
Dunia hancur, mana tidaknya?
Perangai dengan hewan sama serupa

Hormati wanita kasihi mereka

Kalau demikian pun tiada

Walau dari senormal manusia

Apa kau fikir perogol durjana

Si pedofil neraka

Boleh berfikir serupa?

Stop Tumblr

I'm not saying they don't do it for a strong reason, all i'm saying is that it used to be different. People didn't cut and bragged about it. Hell, people didn't cut, not in my surrounding at least. But the internet apparently has brought this trend into our society that cutting is a good way to divert the pain of their depression. This makes these people who are desperate to find a way out of their misery believe that this is actually a good way to do that. Believe me, I know people who cut and what they go through everyday blows my mind. Still, people didn't used to hurt themselves when they're sad. The only people that did were either crazy or under influenced. The internet's to blame for this phenomenon, tumblr, specifically who justifies the act of cutting, who popularizes self-inflicted pain, who puts harm in the center of attraction. It acts as a bait, waiting for those miserable people to nibble on it. Please do not hurt yourself or do not encourage people to hurt themselves, directly or indirectly. If you don't love yourself, fine then. But don't you dare take it out on the body that has been doing nothing but keeping you alive for all these years. This has to stop.

I still think about you every now and then. It doesn't help that I see you every day. Nothing's changed. Except for the fact that even when I do think of you, I no longer feel those butterflies that used to tingle in my belly. I no longer see sparks fly in your eyes or smile. I no longer feel the need to impress you because none of that matters. My life is too short to even be taking naps let alone to get worked up about someone just because you think you should, or other people think you should.

On waiting

I hate anticipation
so much that this one time I went to the dentist
to get my braces taken off- mind you
it's been a year and a half since
the last time the doctor told me to take it off.
When I arrived at the clinic the doctor told me
to wait until the end of the year.
I was filled with so much resentment. Pissed to the core.
I was holding my middle finger down like it was a gun.
Holding my words back just so I wouldn't put
that bullet in his gullet and Morrissey him to his end.
But instead, I clenched my fist, said okay
and left.

I get disappointed by the littlest things like
the third rescheduling of my dentist appointment

Now imagine how much pain I endured waiting,
anticipating for you to come back.

9/11

Love is like

Your favorite place to eat

You want people to like it 

But at the same time you want them to stay away so that you could have it all to yourself. Or at least shorten the queue to the counter.

But you choose to let it be because if people stay away the place would go out of business and would no longer be able to operate.

Love is not about doing what you want it's about doing what's best for you and the other person. Sometimes even just the other person. But that's love and that's what makes it so powerful.