Boredom...

by farah_prong@yhoo.com.my

this boredom is killing me...
torn to pieces,
my heart is screaming...
the sourness and bitterness swelled...
the guilty pang me inside


I am bored. Well, I am bored everyday. All people already knew why...heheh...but I can't help it. I am seriously bored. Nice poem powerangers. Night market. I guess that ideas comes from everywhere and everything right? hurm...bored,bored,bored, and bored. Huargh!!!

Hrm...bout you snapping out powerangers, I think that it is normal. Sometimes, you tend to do something like that. Perhaps you are weary and tired and perhaps you are not really thinking at that moment. It usually happens once in a while. Don't worry bout it. You are not a freak for getting angry all of a sudden.

This is a poem that I liked recently. It is quite sweet.

I carry your heart with me
by E.E Cummings

I carry your heart with me
(I carry it in my heart)
I am never without it
(anywhere I go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing; my darling)
I fear no fate
(for you are my fate)
I want no world, my true)
and it's you are
whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher that the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the starts apart

I carry your heart
(I carry it in my heart)