2:22 AM
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Everywhere i go, i see many rich business men and women. Successful, and maybe living in huge private houses and mansions. These people enjoy their lives, and are able to buy things that match their every whim and fancy.
There are those, that are not as rich. Those, average ones. Daily life for them is simple and not as complicated as the wealthier type. Living in flats, terraces, condos?
At least they have somewhere to stay.
Beggars and homeless people on the streets, they don't have their own private house or whatever wished-for things.
Everytime i see yet another old woman or crippled being, i feel guilty, about complaining about how miserable my life is and comparing myself to others richer than me.
This is also a question of Retributive Justice. What i have learnt in school. These people would not have ended up like this if they had worked hard in the past.
You reap what you sow.
That is what teachers tell us every now and then.
I wish i could do something to help these poor people. But do they want our help? and if so, how would we know if they really are what they seem?
Some people pretend to be beggars and plead for money!
To think i can do nothing about this.
I never wanted to,
Sorry love but
i don't believe in you anymore.
You've got to tell me, love.
Because this feeling is too much.
Am i right?
Am i wrong?
to think of this with such
paranoia.
uncertainty.
My mind is in a rush.
1:49 AM
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
"humans."
This was the word they used to call those creatures. The ones that invade our homes and steal away our loved ones.
Humans.
I myself, dislike those weird things. I am a turtle. My kind has beautiful shells on our backs and award-winning flippers to help us dig in the sand. This is normal. But those 'Humans' have strange, long flesh with protruding joints instead. They do not look a bit like us at all!
Til today, i have never wanted to associate myself with these abnormal beings.
Today, i will save the entire turtle population.
These ugly creatures have been taking our eggs, polluting the vast, blue blanket that we live in, and most of all, killing us.
Yes, just a few days ago, my mother was murdered by these 'Humans'. They cut off her limbs, one by one. They sawed off her majestic shell, slowly. Painfully. Pure torture.
All these while she was still alive.
It was heart wrenching to hear her screams. I am still haunted by her dying voice til this very day.
I prepare myself for the task ahead. My revenge.
Up upon the shore nearby, i spot many caught turtles, struggling to get back to the ocean. The 'Humans' have tied them with a rope of some kind.
Today, i will swim right up to the shore and stop this madness. I will bite the 'Humans', and cut the rope with my pointed mouth. The rest of the turtles will then be freed.
I will save them.
Reaching the hot, golden sand, i hear a voice.
"Here's another one! Get ready the saw!"
Sorry, mother.
hello people!
DID YOU MISS MEE? :D
sorry haven't been posting for soooo long yeahz.
i shall spam this blorg with new poems!
maybe i shall try short stories,
since i really can't find the time and the creativity to rhyme so much.
wheeeeee. :D
good bye!
