Rebel

I might exaggerate it,
But I'm incarcerated,
In mental form from social norms that I can't even face it,
My shoes aren't tied, you wanna lace it?

Well, hell no!
I'll let you dwell in the depth of the well,
Well, well, what do we've here, a crab in a shell?
What's my lullaby? I actually sell what I tell,
That's why when I go visit my hometown, one goes to ring the bell,

I wield the strength of a pebble and a look of a mussel,
But believe me what you see is indeed my vessel,
My words, my tools will cruise from East to Seattle,
And I'll finally win in this one-sided battle.

Wakfu 1

CSI: Shore

Detective Sharky processing crime scene

Detective Shark: I guess they went... ashore. *puts on sunglasses*
AW YEAHHHH. *CSI MIAMI MUSIC PLAYS*

Sore

The sun no longer shines anymore
Maybe because I can't see it right
Or maybe the nimbus inverses the light

Have I lost interest in life?
My honest answer to this, perhaps
I quit living

Being called an imbecile hurts me to my core
Being belittled the whole life, I wonder, how sore

My mess, did I exaggerated? Perhaps
My sadness, did I understated? Perhaps

I'm caged by the perceptions surrounding me
Everyone hates me
I'm incarcerated
If only I can go to a time I'm accepted
Or a place, a society, a country that's delighted
With my presence

My mind hurts so much from ignorance
"Open up your mind!" Said the general kind
As if I'll tolerate to be existing within their mind

How am I different, you ask?
It's simple, I don't live behind a mask

How does it feel to live as an original?
It's tough
I can only expand my mind
But not my kind

Dota 2 Ra-SEA-sm :(

Well SEA members,
What's wrong within the Dota players?
Who lit up the embers,
Of hatred in layers,
Well it is predictable,
That some of us incapable,
To turn around the table,
Like the pros are able,

But still, this shouldn't even be a reason,
Against your teammate for you to do an act of treason,
Isn't the mission is to wreck the throne into rubbles?
We have enough 5 troubles,
No need to add the numbers,

When we illuminate the banner of unity,
Then we will realize that racism is mutiny,
The reason that the little seems to be the largest,
Well if it isn't the empty cans shakes the loudest?

Kebebasan?

Keluar pagar pendidikan,

Dapati diri diberi bisikan,
Ingin jadi luarbiasa atau mimikan,
Pilihlah sendiri jangan dipilihkan,

Kesemua tekanan berperanan memaju badan,

Semurah-murah karbon, secantik-cantik bahan,

Melawan inersia, makin ringan makin perlahan,

Amalan manusia, makin alpa makin lembapan,

Apa guna miliki segala kebebasan,

Kalau tiada di dada ilmu perbahasan,

Hanya ada bertubi-tubi bintik alasan,

Itupun kerana ingin bermalasan,

Suatu hari nanti kaukan kelemasan,
Disebalik dinding kaca yang keemasan,
Kepalakau takkan terapung dek kebodohan,
Tetapi akan tenggelam dek kejahilan.

Mana kebebasan yang engkau selalu banggakan?
Kononnya kebebasan yang kau dambakan,
Baru selangkah keluar sudah tersesat jalan,
Mukamu, nasibmu, memang sepadan.

Shatters.

At first you were a boon bringer,
And then you turned a doom dinger,
With all the feeling that lingers,
I can feel ill in my fingers,
Well it is filling me in a,
Way that is making me dimmer,
At first bright light was injected,
I thought my life was perfected,
Until one day I neglected,
The darkness came I elected,
Why was I ever selected,
Only to just be rejected,
Time came I only refuse it,
My bane denies to refute it,
Oh please I don't want to lose it,
I still want to be cruising,
Though in a state of deep losing,
I really need to keep moving,
Cuz my body's getting weaker,
To the point it is brittle,
All it need's just a jiggle,
And I will be in small matters,
And my life purposes shatters,

I thought I was a diamond among the skies,
Immortal among my kin,
But in fact, only a glass in disguise,
Appreciated for my skin.

[Proper Ending] "Help! Help! Help me, please..." and the scream faded away...

Yes, I know, I gave a cliffhanger in the last part. I'll make this story has a proper ending to soothe the confusion.

(If you have not read the 1st part, read it here; Part 1. )

I felt an ache in my head as I fell down on the floor and my vision grew darker. Darker until I no longer see the light in the already shady room. I see nothing. I see only darkness. One would question whether that pitch black that I experienced ever existed. Is this really happening? Or is it just in my head. Either way, I have to go on. I just walked.

I kept walking in the dark void and knowing nothing that lies within the void or whether anything lies within it. I heard my own steps clearly within the enclosed dimension. I was in despair. Where can I go? Will I ever get out of here? I could not think clearly anymore. Was I going insane?

I felt very exhausted but I have to keep on walking even though I do not know to where. As I tread endlessly without a goal a very little dot of light appeared out of nowhere. I felt the obligation to check out where does the light brings me.

As I walk towards the light. The small dot appeared bigger and wider that my surrounding is filled with light. That was when a voice from the dark side. A voice from my dear ones.

"Dad, come over here. We miss you so much," said baby son, Jonas.

"That's right honey. It has been so long since we last met you," said my wife, Joanne.

"I missed you two, but where are both of you?" I replied.

"We know that honey. We are within the dark place here. It's quite comfy over here. Would be a shame if you wouldn't come with us. It's been too long since we have a complete family gathering since your work demands your commitment," my wife continued.

Happy yet confused, I did not know what to do. The dark place seems to be scary and the light will lead to somewhere else. But I knew I had to make a choice no matter how unwilling I am. I miss my family yet to live within complete blindness is something I could not comprehend.

"Sorry honey. Sorry baby boy. I want to venture to the light. I know you have been waiting for so long but I really want to go the light," I said.

"Choose as you wish honey. We know you'll come here again later. I would really love to block you from going because the waiting will be very long. But I can't force you." said Joanne.

Thus nervously, I approached towards the light until it consumed me as a whole. I am now within the void similar as I was before except it was white. I have no knowledge of what was happening. Suddenly, everything turned pitch black.

I heard digital beeps. Beeping as my heart beats. I tried opening my eyes but it hurts terribly. I tediously tried to open my eyes despite the pain. As I opened my eyes, I could only see a white ceiling of a white room. I guessed I was in a hospital as there were wires connecting to me through my veins of my hand. I was approached by a nurse.

"Hey! You're awake! It's been a while," said the nurse.

"Huh? What happened? I can't remember," I mumbled.

"You were in a coma for the past six months," replied the nurse.

"Really? Where are my family? Do you know?" I asked.

"Your family... you went in a coma after you heard the news of their death" the nurse answered with a very low voice.
"I know you have a lot to ask but I have to report to the doctor first," the nurse continued.

Then she left the ward.

I wondered what actually happened to myself. Were what that has happened to me were real? I could never know the real answer. What was the apparition actually? Was that a vision?
There were so many questions stuffed within me that I wished I know all of the answers.

"Please, Mr. U, please have a rest. I know you have a lot of questions but keep it for later," the nurse nudged me.
"I will put into you a medicine to help you rest a bit. Have enough sleep, Mr. U ," the nurse continued.

After awake in the hospital for one week, I was discharged. Yet, no real answer to my mysteries were properly answered. So, I just made some sort of story to help me deal with what I felt in my coma.

After my family died, I lost my willingness to live. I felt like there were no more purpose of living. The apparition was there to represent my pathetic-ness. To represent how I really needed to help myself to stand back on its own and accept the reality, no matter how reluctant I was to accept it.

Even though I never understand totally of what has occured, I certainly understood this;

"The life of the living should never be used for the dead. But the memories of the dead, should live in our hearts. Their memories should be commemorated in everything we do so that they will always live within us," - Mr. U

(end)