Okay... Really bad idea to go as a Shadow Fiend...
I had no idea that showers could hurt so much...
My skin is red and raw, and it's pracically peeling...
Okay.. Too much info...

Other than that, it's good.
Mental Note: Never ever paint yourself black again. Serious injury or death may occur.

Was at Kelvin and Cynthia's Wedding today.
It was a wonderful event for them! And an equally good day for me.
Met up with lots of old church pals, and chatting, and having lunch together, etc, etc...
It was good.
And now I sit at home.
Waiting... Waiting...

Big Changes

The letter arrived today, big changes in 5 weeks.
My heart sinks at the sight. My feet grows heavy, and I'm shuffling everywhere I go.
Obviously, I'm not in a very good mood right now.
The only thing that keeps me smiling is the thought that we'll see each other soon.

Literary Diary up and running.

Dear readers,

To the few people who do read my blog, thanks for reading with me thus far.
As I mentioned in my previous post, that will be the last literary work that I will post up on this blog.
I will be moving all my literary works to a new blog now. So if you're here to read the little poems, phrases and verses, this isn't the place for it anymore.
All of those will now be on http://www.thayron-literarydiary.blogspot.com/
Please take note that this new blog is by invite only. You can drop a comment on this post, send me an email via facebook, or email me if you're interested in being invited.
Once again, thanks to the the few readers who've read with me thus far!

Yours lovingly,
Ayron.

I want to...

I bring my knees to my chest.
Feeling the beating of my heart.
Hearing my heavy breathing.
Feeling the coldness of the floor.

The Autumn leaves are falling now.
The red, the orange, the yellow.
The dancing leaves blown in the wind.
Like royalty at a ball.

It's cold out there, behind the glass.
It's warm and safe in here.
But how long before I crumble?
How long before I fall?

I long to be held in your arms.
To be held in your soft embrace.
For you to hold me gently,
As a mother does her babe.

I want to be your joy.
I want to be your comfort.
Just as you are to me always.
Just as you've always been.

I want to kiss away your tears.
I want chase away your fears.
I want to cook breakfast for you.
To be there when you call.

So there's my declaration.
I await on the floor.
Seek me out before I crumble.
Please, don't let me fall.



P.S: Probably the last literary work that I will post here. I'm in the process of finding time off to start a new blog for my literary work. Will update about it soon.

The man who only wanted to be free.

I am screaming deep within.
Eating away at my soul.
But no one hears and no one cares.
I am left completely alone.

The faces I see are strange.
Distorted by Disgust. Pity. Anger.
What have I done to deserve this?
Nothing that I've asked for.

I look for love around me.
But there is none to be found.
Only cold harsh glares and firey rhetoric.
From the pulpit to the street.

The day is passed in agony.
The pain to keep up the facade.
It eats away from within me.
Killing me slowly, softly.

Till one day I am souless.
No emotions inside me.
Just an empty shell of a man.
That only wanted to be free.

The Law of Returns

A sum borrowed must always be repaid.
Kindness with kindness.
Evil with evil
Love with love
Hatred with hatred.
Happiness... with unhappiness.
Strangely, it is the only one that returns as the opposite.

Freedom for one day...
Free from thinking too much.
And it has to slip from me some time.
Which is now.

I've lost the euphoria.
I've lost the mood.
The insanity creeps in slowly.
So too do the bars.

Dancing shadows

The red, the green. The blue, the yellow.
The flashing strobe lights.
The thumping beats, the trance inducing rythm.
My heart beats in tune with the music.

I look around, nothing but shadows.
Moving about in unsychronicity.
They bump into each other, unable to escape the touch.
Shadows. Featureless, yet beautiful to behold.

I wish you were here.

Valrhona chocolates.
A bottle of Rose.
Rain and cloudy skies.
Alone at home with no one but Kino.
Watching horror movies.
Writing little poems.
Drawing abstract art.
Listening to great music.
Looking forward to nightfall.
I wish you were here to share this with me.

*Yawn*
It's a brand new day!
Mum's coming back tomorrow, which means I get paid! Haha! Payday! My favourite time of the month.
I'm gonna hit the showers, and then have my breakfast!
Prata with curry! And maybe it's a little early, but I'll just indulge and have a bottle of riesling to go with it *Grin*
Yes, I know I shouldn't, yet I want to! Hahaha.
Well, first thing's first. A shower.