Showing posts with label Hate. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hate. Show all posts

Saturday, April 2, 2011

Fifthteenth Scribe: What Do You See In The Open Sky ?

Don't you just hate it when you strive so hard.. you spill your heart and soul out to achieve something and yet the goal is no where in sight ? You pour every single part of yourself in to doing the best that you can and yet...someone else just easily takes it away from you as if you were standing stagnant. That someone else is filled with hate he breeds anger in to the world and torments others while mocking those who are less fortunate.. It is as if the wicked are blessed but not the good... it is as if everything you know has reversed and the universe is caught in an eternal spin of doom. Why ? Why does nothing ever go the way of the contented but instead take the worse possible route during the worse possible time ?


It is my first year of university. Ppl seem so distant now, and the bondages that glued friendships toghether during highschool is non-existant. The atmosphere feels like its ever man for himself.. but no.. I will not accept this... I do not want to accept the corrupted nature of world at its face value... I believe there is something signifcantly deeper. Deeper than the arrogance that lies on the surface, deeper than the closed mind that rejects others. Everyone has a heart that is tucked away or pushed aside somewhere in a dusty coner.. (to protect it ?) What a chaotic realm in which we live... defence mechanisms that have gone wrong. It is when these mechanisms stop protecting but instead collide with its equivalent in its surroundings that it evolves, not just to defend but to attack.


The Voice... such a powerful weapon ... such deadly weapon... such a destructive weapon... while its use is inevitable everyday

- Nice people will never finish last

Monday, May 4, 2009

Forth Scribe: Alone

My reasons?? Well..there are plenty. I always have chances, chances to have a good life..but it always gets taken away from me, by mistakes and my own self. I like people, I like the thought of having lots of good friends and hanging out together..I like the thought of finding someone you love, to look after her, have fun with her, share feelings with her and love her...I guess these are the sorts things I’ll miss out on, being the way that I am...It’s hard to accept it but that’s just the way life is, everyone is different..some more unfortunate than others.

I know there are others like me, such as this guy who I went to school with. The only difference is, he doesn’t want to change. There’s no motivation in him to change..to fix himself. That’s what I noticed, that is different about me and the others. I am good at noticing what I do wrong, and have been given the motivation to resolve it. This separation in my mind, it helps me to look at the world from an outside view...like I’m not a part of it, but still inside. I’m not really sure how long this new light will last, hopefully it’s enough to lead me out of this maze....

- Sometimes I like being cold...it dulls my senses, shutting me from the outside world and my exclusion from it....

Thursday, April 30, 2009

Third Scribe: Self

The darkest pitches lay within, me...
Is there something wrong with me? Why aren’t I good enough? What am I doing wrong? Why can’t I be better? Why did you make them so much better? Why can’t I be one of them?? What is destined for me? Why did you choose this sort of life...for me??

These questions..I just can’t find answer to. I call out, but no one answers..that feeling of abandonment...it’s familiar. I just feel so pointless, so insignificant and betrayed...I hate almost everything about myself, like how I get so freaked out sometimes, or how I find so hard to make friends..my mind just locks itself away, it’s uncontrollable and I just don’t feel like myself anymore..as if I’m possessed for a period of time. When I wake up everything will be nothing but mere glimpses in my memory...vague ones...but why?? Am I not strong enough to control my own mind? It feels like you’re in some else body..being the watcher of life..observing mistakes and failures but unable to do anything to stop it...

-boxed and trapped in an endless thought, only the glass walls separate us