...Butterfly Dreams...

P R O F I L E
Name : meoww58
Age : 23
Sex : Femme
Nationality:Singaporean
Burfday: 5th August
Zodiac:Leo
Hobbies:Travel,Watching movies,Shopping Sprees,Photography,Travel,Islands,Landmarks,
Lazing at the beach, Read,Star Gazing,Swim
L I K E S
Cats, in facts animals & nature in general
Scuba Diving
Marine Life
Learning Languages
Sunrise n sunsets
Adrenaline rushes
Chocolates
D I S L I K E S
Being sick and dependent on medication
Being financially unstable
Hypocrites
Laksa

September 20, 2006

Solitude was my saviour,

But ugly birds who flew by my bedside,

chirping incesstantly tarnished it all,

To feel me, to judge me,

Was what what we Humans are just capable of?

Empathy, compassion?

But greed and self-fishness overcomes you,

Struggling like a drunkard to walk on a straight line,

Your filthy hands shoving and pushing,

Till I fell in a gallow.

posted @ 1:47 PM
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I sometimes find I'm drifting
Through this life without effect;
I often wonder if I'm truly
Worth what I've been blessed.

I search through days that have been hard,
To try to understand,
The many trials that I have known,
The life that I have had.

You see me in my daily grind,
So confident and strong;
Yet when I am alone, I question
Just where I belong.

I often try too hard I find,
To analyze and guess,
To scrutinize, investigate
My life I will confess.

For somewhere deeper, there must be
Some meaning to this life,
Some way to make a difference,
Give a reason for this strife.

Is there some hidden meaning?
Some agenda to be found?
A greater purpose waiting
If I care to hang around?

It teases and it taunts me,
Always slightly out of sight;
A hazy vision out of reach,
Where darkness hides the light.

I struggle to bring clarity
To what awaits me there,
And yet this weak illusion
Always fades before my stare.

It seems the harder that I try,
To focus through the haze,
Just serves to add more questions,
Through my endless, tired gaze.

Perhaps I'm trying just too hard,
To understand it all,
For can we ever truly know
Just what we have in store?

Each incident, each moment passed,
Just adds upon the next,
But in the end, will I find truth ...
Or will I be perplexed?

Perhaps I make it harder
Than it has to be sometimes,
But will my searching bring to me
My meaning over time?

Or will it leave me broken,
And confused as I feel now,
While questions bring no solitude,
To this, my wrinkled brow.

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... meoww58 ...