My cranium, houses my brain,
which is so distorted,
like a blur picture,
taken with unfocused lens,
with dirty sensors.
My brain, houses my mind,
which is so clustered it never shoots straight,
which is so active it flickers,
which is so wild it fails,
the very core of me.
My mandible, houses my tongue,
which today,
fails to perform what it is meant to perform,
for sometimes, it deliver things which is incoherent to my brain wave,
incoherent to my impulses,
incoherent to my heart.
And i wonder,
whether it truly reflects what i want,
or what i really need.
My mediastinum, houses my heart,
which constricted so much it is painful,
more pain for every decisions i made,
more pain for every steps i take.
If the soul is determined by this,
so whether a distorted mind,
a clustered brain,
an auto-pilot tongue,
and a constricted heart,
could produce a perfect being?
For I wasn’t perfect,
and never tried to be perfect.
For i never practiced what I have been taught,
I never show myself what i’ve been shown,
I failed to uphold my own backbone.
I failed to create myself.
Always ask why, as the solutions came at the very end of all analysis.
What to do next?
I don’t know.
Maybe,
learn to find myself, again.
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February 28th, 2010 at 9:54 pm
emo poem….
March 2nd, 2010 at 1:24 pm
let me emo awhile kenot mehhhh~ i know la u got bf happy d. :P
March 2nd, 2010 at 11:04 pm
can,u doctor edi,of cos can emo la…but dont emo too long,later hair turn white in one night,then not yeng edi…
March 3rd, 2010 at 5:51 pm
memang all the time oso not yeng one laaa.. no need to chang yeng..
March 6th, 2010 at 8:58 pm
nice poem! ;)