___u break my heart, i'll break ur head__

Friday, September 16, 2005

...essential loneliness of man...

When i grow up, i wanna be a rhymer. Yeah riteeeee...like i'm not grown up enough. Hah. Anyways, went home with Niz and we had one long bus ride writing one long poem. Wanna read? Here ya go...(i realy wanna be a rhymer)

-Essential Loneliness of Man-
(DUN ASK)
What we don't see, is not there.
Even if we see, we don't care.
Ignorance is bliss, it saves you from you.
Lonely you may be, but I am too.

How many friends, does it really matter?
Don't you worry, it'll get better.
Pitter patter, titter tatter.
Not now maybe, but prolly later.

You feel lonely, you feel blue,
You have nothing else to do.
Gripped by darkness all around,
Drowning you in silence sound.

We don't know why we're writing this.
Maybe subconciously, we are lonely.
Cry, goodbye and give a kiss.
Lonely is good, just let me be.

It's getting harder and harder to ryhme,
We're reaching soon, there is no time.
Get over your freakin loneliness,
Don't you worry, it is not a curse.

Now every verse looks like the last.
But continue we shall, because we must.
Why must we? We don't even know.
This is crap, juz go with the flow.

First it was suppose to be,
About the loneliness of man.
We ran out of ideas already.
So now, let's talk about band.

Band, band, band, band.
We miss it now, we hated it then.
QMs, UMs, treasurer, majors,
Librarians, bandmasters and section leaders.

It feels good to be the golden batch.
We against you, there is no match.
Too bad HE hates us all.
HE just loves to see us fall.

Our dear dear dear juniors.
Some nice ones, some bitches.
Sundals, fuckers and maybe a slut.
Juz to name a few, Fatiha and natt.

Ooops, dis we let that slip?
Sori beb, it ryhmes, too bad.
Not saying you or you are cheap,
But if you are,...aww, so sad.

From lonliness, to band, to bitch,
Eh! Dah lameR tak watch lilo&stich.
Hah I suppose you're smiling from ear to ear,
Just because we mentioned you here.

Okay okay, dah cukop stop.
Huff-huff-puff, abracadabra.
Slytherin, Gryffindor, pop pop pop.
Mepek arr... yuhanis and hidayah.

So now you see, all this is crap,
We never meant to pick a fight.
Not a song, not a poem or a rap.
We dunno what's this, but you might.

Baek ar, tules panjang2 sumer takde link.
It's so sad you read thru everything.
You just wasted you life by reading,
All this lame lame shitt...err, darling?

Eat meat, eat hotdog,
Not happy, your head go knock.
Makan daging, makan sausage,
Kalau tak happy, aper2 msg.

Anre't we just irritatin lil things? Lols. =) And oh. Poem ini adalah rekaan semata-mata. Tak ada kaitan dengan yang hidup, mati ataupun pengsan. Heh.

Why can't i stop myself from missing him? Why does it hurts so much to see him acting this way? Why why why why? I MISS YOU. Yeah. Ya readin this? Well, let me say this. I MISS YOU SO FUCKIN BLOODY MUCH MY HEAD WOULD BURST. I miss you. Honest. Oh well, bite me.

3:34 PM