The first feeling of emotions,
Erupted like the roar of lions,
Either from your own or others,
Absorbed like an unwanted sponge in tethers.
At the crossroads, there were two paths,
A decision to make for the Empath,
To go down the destructive mines,
Or to wind back the birth line.
If you chose the destructive path,
Insensitive and illogical minds incurred your wrath,
You asked, “Why do I need to put up with others’ shit?”
“Why do they throw their feelings into my peaceful pit?”
You would eventually lose your powers,
But you would have peace in your lonesome tower.
Otherwise, if you continued with your natural feelings,
It might keep you reeling,
You might never feel numb,
In fact, you would continue feeling dumb,
But you remained in the humane path of future and past,
The question was, could you last?
There was never any black or white,
It was either fight or flight,
If you thought the choice was obvious,
Congratulations on discovering your cockiness.
The choice had always been grey,
So, which way?
You were supposed to protect me,
But why does your beauty take priority?
I thought I knew you,
Less it seems as time flew,
Your weaknesses pushed everyone through the edge,
One by one they jumped over the hedge,
To flee what may be lost,
Desperation held on the most,
I stopped running to turn around,
To listen to the agonising sound,
Perhaps we should turn back,
Perhaps we should cut the guardian some slack,
For the qualities the guardian lack,
For in the fire, metal is forged,
Perhaps Guardians too, maybe not all is lost.
Friends that we are,
They tell you they care,
Yet no feelings or actions they bare,
Not a word, not a sound,
How will connections be bound?
Drop after drop, they disappear,
And years after when they reappear,
How very awkward,
We are towards,
The friends we said we care,
Perhaps this is very much the expected scare.
Troubles filled you, they run,
Only when you are a clown, they bathe under you like the sun,
Then we’ll know if we are friends,
When it ends.
Villainous Peter Pan
Gave myself a time limit of 30 minutes this time.
Peter Pan from a different childhood where he developed a survival instinct when he was forced to grow up.
One of my favourite anime, Fullmetal Alchemist. Have always wanted to draw this but didn’t get to it until now. Find out what is happening here in the finished piece that’s coming soon!
Feeling left out like an outcast.
Doodle for the unreachable.
Death of A Country
Malaysia’s election happened yesterday. The results are out; the government (BN) won and the opposition (PR) lost. It was a tragic day for democracy. Underhand tactics (so creative and despicable that you couldn’t imagine) were used.
What happened in 13th May 1969 when the opposition won once:
A racial massacre. It was disastrous.
Yesterday marked the history for Malaysia as one of the most dubious elections ever. The voice of the people for a fair election was unheard. Tyranny prevails. Over 600000 foreigners particularly Banglas came to Malaysia. Wonder why? I can’t tell you, my freedom of speech has been taken away.
“Honesty is a very expensive gift. Do not expect it from cheap people”.
I mourn for the death of democracy and fair voting.