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Buzz Jan 2014
I am cursed as a thinker
To be wandering in the cerebrum
That in every small detail
Comes a big issue
To believe that something small
Could possibly erupt the earth
Is something extraordinary
That grasped my deep attention

A pebble
Could build mountains
A microorganism
Could cause infections
A bullet
Could **** a person
And a speech
Could win the hearts of millions

I'm stuck here for eternity
Thinking quietly
Though I am a cursed thinker
The wisdom in my soul constantly becomes deeper
Maybe one day, I'll share my wisdom with the world
That even a speck of dust, there is so much to behold
Buzz Jan 2014
I hit a mosquito using my head
It's no big deal
The mosquito was a nuisance
So my head will fit the bill
My head is decorated in red
Due to the blood that splattered
I never knew that a head
could make a mosquito's body tatter

Now I grasped the full definition
To use your head in every situation
My hands were forging art
so I couldn't separate them apart
So a head of mine will do
"Take that mosquito, f@#k you!"
So, that's the end of it
"This incident will make a great poem", I think

Thus a whimsical tale between me and you
And yeah, it is true.
hahahaha  :D
Buzz Jan 2014
Lost
Is nothing but a partner of mine
Seldomly, I feel needed
While the public pour their sweat on the corridor
I am alone thinking to myself
That I am an Outsider

Pushed
As I am by society
Rejecting the idealogy of mine
Thinking that it is old fashioned
Whilst the world strive for change
Isn't the suggestion a change for the better?
Truly
That I am an Outsider

Rejected
By all degree of mankind
They judge a book by not looking at it's content
But by it's colourful cover
The shallowness of theirs
Truly runs a trivial in my mind
That is why
That I am an Outsider

But I don't care
Buzz Jan 2014
The awakening of an empire
ruthless and almighty
The coming of a king
Whose heart is condemned with evil
and the selfishness of his ways
knows no boundary.

The land that is cared most by the people
is leeched by the dictator
The energy of the youth
is harnessed for prosperity
and there is no hope there
than a miniscule of humanity.

A hero rises from the valley
to whom that he seek
The tyrant of the kingdom
who is infamous in many degree
to **** him is a must
so that justice will be upholded
and so that peace will return
to the valley of the forgotten

For the ne'er-do-well, he knows
For his sorcerers had prophecise
that one day a vivid light
will destroy the darkness that thrives
So he had gather up the best of his men
to strike terror to the hearts of millions
in hopes that maybe
they will finally get rid of them.

So a battle had burst out
between good and evil
one fights for rightiousness
and one fights for corruption
in the end one shall stand
and one shall fall
but to the despair of everyone
lives will be drawn

No sacrifice, no glory
That's how the saying goes
as the war is finally over
the king did not show
for he had flee to somewhere else
T'is a lesson to all
That surely, when there is a great rise
There must be a mighty fall
Buzz Jan 2014
I remembered the days
We use to gaze upon each other
Under the lit sky
of fireworks and explosions
Your touch used to electrify me
As I was shy
Yes, I was
And we shared our laughters
Forbiddenly
As no one knows about us
And we shared our tales
Of love and desires
To the extend
That we are more than friends

I remembered the time
When I got that call to far away
A place not known to us
As you found out
Your heart was flooded with tears
As mine withstand the horrendous emotion
And as you let your body collapse to mine
A meaningful hug was grasped towards each other
And our feelings are poured
Into a goblet we cherish together

Now, seems like to only medium to converse
is with the social network of the almighty internet
We text message at twilight
Send emojis during the afternoon
And shared video calls when the sun sets fully
Eventhough we never see each other face to face
Our heart will always be together
Always
Buzz Jan 2014
Through the internet
I see with my square telescope
The world of feelings
Which I discovered
Recently.

Though these emotional chant
Actually expresses art.
But, only with a sharp eye
Can one know whether it is art or feelings

One can wonder
With emotions
Art is summoned
So to the theory
That art is a work of feelings
Played together with a specific medium
To display a unique melody.

Thus, the works of this world intrigues me
So I join in the ritual
Because in every feeling
Has it's own unique melody.
Buzz Jan 2014
Sweat gushes from the streams on the skin
The mind starts spinning in an endless frenzy
Giving up, is that the final option?
No, there must be another way

To be here
On the holy podium
Has become a perilous journey
of blood and pain
And to be giving up
Is an enormous waste
The sacrifice that had to be taken
is too much.
The people that are counting on me
their hopes
their tears
their time
all for me
yet, giving up?
NO

My mind is set
Facing the foe is mandatory
The knowledge that is bestowed by my master
The courage bestowed by the loved ones
And the power obtained through training,
I believe,
no, I KNOW
is sufficient
is enough
for this hurdle

I wipe my sweat aside
Bury my worries with hope
Focus has become a companion of mine
Memories starts flooding my conscience
And with the might of many souls praying for me
With the promises I kept
the coup de grâce is delivered
with all the bets counting for it.

That was a reminiscence of mine
Now, I sit by the side lines
Watching my prodigy fighting out
As I have become a master
Who was once a fighter
And will always will be.
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