Each time i switch on the teevee, it's like a mirror reflection. Have you guys realised how much the media has imitated our lives? It's like how they say Art is an Imitation of Life.
Pretty much screwed up my common tests. Didn't manage to complete my Plath essay but i felt ecstatic doing Unseen. Peculiar. However, whenever i feel "good" during a paper, chances are I would screw it up like Lit and Econs last year.
I cried in the morning today. For a pretty stupid reason. Just felt tears streaming down while in a tube trance.
And i unveil the First Installment of Cirque des Coeurs : TightRopes for TightLips
It was suppose to be a stanza, but my manager Ms Ismail thought it was powerful by itself. Thanks Ms Ismail for retaining its poetic intergrity. You're one of the few who appreciates my work, amateur or not.
TightRopes for TightLips
Shot.
The thin tightropes quiver
With the weight of a million hearts
each of red,
Illuminate.
Your bow brought up and elbows perpendicularly placed
My very own streaked red and white
A victim of senseless target practice.
Aim well, aim high
Make me fall askew into the embrace
of nets disguised as silk, yet are shards;
Cut me deep
Into a sleep.
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