Sunday, December 20, 2009

A Poem I Wrote

Here is something i wrote. It was a while back, but i am bored and feel like posting something. I like it, you guys might too.

The summer never comes around here,
No the sun does not shine bright here,
In the underground, here, we loom in out own desperation,
In the underground; Here! we die in our already present ditches.
No my friend, Oh! the sun does not shine bright here,
No my friend, the summer never comes around here.
Nor do the windows open to the smell of flowers in the zephyr,
Nor do the doors allow entry to mellifluous soul,
Not here my friend, oh.. not here.
Here darkness consumes the very corners of your existence,
Here the darkness allows no playground for hope,
Here! the darkness does not let you rise off of your knees,
Here, the darkness sweeps love out of your heart.
Oh! not here my friends, not here
Will you hear love and laugher in the same abode
Oh, not here my friend not here
Will the living ever appear.
Here my friend we are all walking corpses.
Here my friend we are already dead.
No, the summer does not come around here,
No, my friend, the sun does not shine bright here.

I have not got a name for it. I guess ill think of that in the next 30 years.

Thursday, December 17, 2009

Rough Draft

Hi guys, I'm Boki. Just another kid raised in this relentless, unyielding, merciless horizon that incessantly rises no matter how far we try to deviate from its rays of conformity. This horizon, my dear readers, is what you unwillingly, and unconsciously mistake as life.

So here i am, a self-contradictory, living example of the stubborn force that pushes even us who wish to deviate into the same Socratic box as everyone else.

Note: Using a small 'i' in the above sentence is not a grammatical error my dear readers. Far from it. It is my way of admitting that i, am not an 'I' but rather an 'i'; a very similar brick to those that build up the house of the internet populous. Yes, my cracks might differ from yours, but i lay right next to you; the same size, similar colour, and from the same oven.

Here are some things that might describe me, if i myself know who i am. These things alone do not come close to configuring a significantly finished picture of myself. But give you an idea into my world.

P.S. i am not morbid nor dark. I will just write exactly what im feeling and what i wish to write.

Thanks for viewing my first post, readers. Wish you all the best.




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I tried looking for some great photos of really sexy girls with a lot of attitude - unfortunately to no avail. Maybe one day i'll be able to find some that i dont have to scan to my computer.