The Hero. The Death.

i wish a hero would come to save me

please please rescue me

take me out from this mess

i wish the hero would make me feel safe

provide me a place to rest

 i wish the hero would protect me

i wish the hero would create a new world,

a new life for me

i wish the hero would show me what fairytale is

how fairytale feels

and prove that it exists

only it is waiting to be discovered

only it is hiding somewhere

so that when i ran from this life

i'll find it behind a beehive

where we must take the risk

to have a final peace

which the fairytale promises

my life would be different

that this moment is just a challenge

that the world my hero would give me

is the one that i yearn

where my tear changes to silver river

where my fear changes to sunshine

where my sorrow changes to rainbow

where my past would be the last storm

where this mess is just a horrible myth

and that i will open my eyes

and know my life has changed

and know everything is okay

and know that god has mercy

and let me have this dream as reality

after the misery he put me through

and that what they say is true

'behind everything, there is a silver lining'

come please, hurry, my prince charming.

claim : i dont like copy brats and that's why i dont post all my poems here as i hate people claiming my works are theirs and actually this poem is accidentally made because i only wanted to write the usual writing i always do but it turns out that i have more words and a poem it is. if anyone dares to take it without crediting me we'll meet outside hell's gate alright?

wow. tak semestinya prince charming. just, someone who would rescue me and so far i see nobody could. i'm waiting. and that is as if there will ever be one. hmmm. ohh ohh. i have more words!!!

i see a dark pathway leading me

i see a dark cell awaiting me

i see a dark hole before me

i wonder why cant i see the light

why cant i see what's bright

why cant everything be alright?

envy surrounds me

to know some were just born lucky

to see some are just always happy

to feel some just have it easy

why cant i see the good for me?

i know i have the code to break the door

still i feel trapped with the things that i cant change

i've tried to erase the pain

i might appear to have everything that will make u happy

yet there are more things u dont see

why is it always have to be me?

did i do terrible deeds before i was born?

u might thing this is too corny

it might slipped ur thoughts, 
that i have my own story.

claim : i dont like copy brats and that's why i dont post all my poems here as i hate people claiming my works are theirs and this is MY poem and if anyone dares to take it without crediting me we'll meet outside hell's gate alright?

death surrounds me too. this afternoon a neighbour exhaled her last breathe, and passed away obeying her destiny written by GOD which we people, cant do anything about it and this upsets me most. if there is anything like in supernatural where people might be doing business with devils just to have longer life, i might consider it for the sake of others so that the ones i love will stick with me forever and that i'll go first.

why do i even know how to love? its better that i only know how to hate so this world becomes an easy thing to deal with. i hate love love love. in harry potter, it is even stated that love is the most powerful thing in the world. and the first one i learned to love is my mom.

i called the late neighbor maktok asilah. she had 2 granchildren that will take pmr this year and they are in smklk. i said to mama "alah nenek dorg takdela sedih sgt lainla kalau mak dorg". ma ckp, maktok yg bela dorg dr kecik, smpi skg pun dorg salu dtg umah maktok tu. sure sedihkan. if i were the one to hear such news, i would collapse and even if i do open my eyes, i'll close it again hoping that i'll follow her and close my eyes from this world where nothing would ever be the same again.

Pagi b4 die meninggal ni die sempat sebuk basuh kain laa, gi kedai semua. Tiba2 penat semacam, terus nazak. Takde tanda kan. Kalau dah time tu time tu je laa. Rasenye bertuah lagi org yg ade penyakit or kne hukuman mati tu, dorg sempat prepare, and org yg syg dorg pun ready terima kenyataan. Ni, zapp. Gone. Innalillah. Al fatihah untuk maktok ye.

aku tak rapat pun dengan maktok, but i do remember when i was little i often went to her house playing with her granddaughters. even when i was in stndrd 4 i still went there doing craps with them. rase nak nangis bile tau tadi. dah berthn tak jmpe die. gosh why didnt i visit her more?? i dont have special connections or feelings for her, but i feel sad because i'll never see her again. a soul is ripped again from its body.

be strong, tok wan.
i know you'll miss her.
you only eat the chicken soup she'd cooked everyday just for you.
be strong, tok wan.
i know you'll miss her.