Of how my dreams are alone

I sat on a bough and gaze far away
I said to myself, this is the day
The day, the moment all to unravel
My legend and all of my fables

But I waited still
I dreamt on more
At the end of the day
Everything's like before

How my dreams are alone
How my wills they whither
All the ideas I conjure
were never written on paper

Yet I dream of galore
Of how the readers adore
Every work, every bits(beats)
Every words a masterpiece

So I muster my will
I wield my heart
My wisdom and wit
And began to start

Of how my dreams are alone
of how these dreams are my own

"He waits at the back of my house."
"Who?"

"Winter"

The beginning

Every memorable romantic story usually have an incident, something that struck out as different, albeit the smallest detail. A coincidence where the girl's character links with the boy and that moment will be accompanied a lovey dovey song and the scene will be played in slow motion. If one were to describe a story, the words would be, "Do you know the story where this girl..." and they will fill the details from the scene, right to the moment the wind blows the girl's hair languidly.

Well, here is my story and the scene did began with the wind blowing at my face. Hot winds of summer.The hot gust worsens the dry atmosphere of my room, when I decided to close the window. Incidentally a friend of mine decided it was a good day for her plant to get a dose of sunlight, where she decided my windowsill as her best option. Only after I closed the window did I realised the suddenly missing pot. I quickly open my window and there the scene played slow motion, as I watched it fall, and much to my horror a person walking three storeys below me.

Maybe it would have turn out differently if I didn't gasp. Oh, well.

***

To make it clear, let me start from the beginning of the beginning. Well, not really that beginning, just early enough to help me write. There is never enough detail for me to describe about myself, not that I can't think of any of those but simply I think that they can clearly be seen in a sweep of an eye. Just the normal. Female, young adult, Caucasian etc. Other than that I find nothing of interest about me that relates to the story, other than details of my background. My apartment is



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Lirikan lalu

Dulu...

Dulu kau, dulu aku
Sekarang I and you.

Dulu pantang bertegur sapa,
Pasti ada yang tak kena,
Pasti ada yang nak dikata;
Tapi sekarang pantang berdepa,
Terus ditanya tadi ke mana?
Manis pula kata-kata.

Dulu hujahnya tajam,
sindirannya sentiasa menikam;
Tapi sekarang lain ragam,
Rupanya manja dalam diam.

Yang dulu kini ditinggalkan,
yang sekarang didahulukan,
Larian masa takkan dapat diulang;
Pikir pula ke depan-depan,
apa guna ditenung mendung awan,
Tarian hujan takkan dapat dihalang.

Lalu...
Dulu benci dan luat,
kini benci semakin kuat.


p.s. haha..wanted to write bleumond/akmar, but got stuck.

Cressent

If I were a water spider,
I'd skimp over the ripple, fleet over the water,
And when you flow
is where the spider will go.

If I were a doctor, a would-be doctor
Wouldn't life be so much easier,
The pills for health, the title for your hands
Blessings to their daughters, the parents would lend.

But if are ifs and I am neither,
Only a lad with dreams and half-sided grin,
If sulks and smiles, you never tire
Then let there be no doctor, nor spider,
only a lad with a grin.