Tale of slavery part 1...

"I just wanna sleep and never awaken...nothing in this world can replace what they've taken."

They've taken away from him everything...
His smile...his talents... his opportunities...his friends and most of all they took away his freedom.
One free man became a slave and he almost never saw the sky again.
All he wanted to do was to sleep his time away...so that one day when he finally opens his eyes, the only thing he wanted to see was a free world.

Until one day...he was deep in his eternal slumber...while suddenly he was interrupted by a strange dream...
He dream of the great ancient times of the Greeks, Trojans and Spartans whereby men were warriors and people fought to be free men not slaves.
He dream of the tale of father and son, Daedaleus and Icarus who fabricated wings of feather and wax and flew and reached for freedom in the sky...but only to have Icarus fall to his death because when he flew... the sun melted his wings took down his right of life.

The fall shook the brooding soldier up from his slumber. He opened his eyes but he realised that he was still in his cell. However, he could not forget about his dream of Icarus...the boy who was brave enough to attempt to fly with the little weak wings he had...
Bravery of a spartan yet... ended like a fool...
Suddenly he began to have second thoughts...If he had wings of wax...would he be attempt to do the same and attempt to fly just based on that little glimpse of hope from the sky?

A reminder of the past...(guilt)

I was reading my own damn old blog which some of u might know...

and i just came across this entry... it started with


"I woke up early just because I wanted to be the first to message you in the morning...or is someone faster than me?"

A girl who once msged me at 5/6am in the morning when i was on way to work made my day...she was supposed to be sleeping...but she crazily woke up just to msg me...
Thinking about it. I feel like a bastard. Simply for not being able to love this girl who was den the nicest to me.
Im sure she doesnt read this...
I dont know how i've caused her hurt but for a long time shes deleted me from friendster and blocked my msn..
I could never find out why and tell her that im sorry.
Lol if my darling is reading this i know she wont be jealous cos she aint petty.

Loneliness

HMmmm how does a depressed outta love teen feel like? let me try to imagine...

"What is this tinge of loneliness that im suddenly feeling?
Cornering me, like a bully on a helpless kid...
Pushing me to the edge, till I almost slip...
My heart struggling to keep warm by forcing other happy thoughts...
But a struggle is still but a struggle...
I pretend to fill my heart with memories of you...
Only to find out the more I do...the emptier I feel...Without you...
The sky is grey, my heart is pale...
Without you...Im falling ill...
Living without u is my greatest fear...
For your are the only one worth my tear...
The brightest star has failed to light my sky...
The most beautiful rainbow has failed to catch my eye...
For the world i see is totally dark...but the bleeding of my heart..."

Composed by Ashton, copyright, patent, trademark, and under the protection of federal E-business law.

old poems

Poem 2, Imagination of a Helpless mute and handicap

Nobody understands how I feel…
So useless and so unreal…
Words are always spoken and forgotten…
Promises are always made and broken…Words are always taken for granted…
But for me a chance is never granted…
What a privilege the world does not see…
They see just a stupid and useless me…
To speak is forbidden by God…
And to work forbidden by Society...
I’m like a torn teddy abandoned by a child…
Just like a dull flower unnoticed in the wild…
Hope is dimming like a bulb…
And my heart the battery to this bulb…
Love is all I wished to have…
But sympathies are all I ever had.

Old poems

If She Loved Me…

If she loved me…the rain would stop…
If she didn’t…my heart would drop…
If she love me…the world becomes beautiful…
If she didn’t…I will just become pitiful…
If she loved me…my heart turns red and warm…
If she didn’t… my life is howling with callous storms…
If she loved me… I live like a king…
If she didn’t… I can’t even sing…
If she loved me… I will put in my everything…
If she didn’t… to begin, I didn’t have a thing…
If she loved me… you will see me smile…
If she didn’t… You’ll never find that in a thousand miles…
If she loved me… She’ll be all I ever needed…
If she didn’t… To be miserable, I’ve succeeded…

Hmm kinda lame poem I composed…what do u people think?


Happiness ?

Finally I shall give a shot on a happy poem.

Happiness brings a smile to our faces…
Makes us forget about unhappy places…
Derived from not me but you…
By the little meaningful things you do…
Happiness conceals ugly the traces…
Of our past that the shadow embraces…
Happiness appetizers our worldly desires…
And lights our vision with passionate fires…
A happy man is relieved of stress and tire…
Like a flying balloon free from strings and wire…
However, happiness does not appear simply…
For the path of searching is crooked and slippery…

Insanity

Insanity (By: MentalSoldier)


"when they drive u into a corner this is how you'll feel..." -Virginia Tech Shooter

Your eyes are for despise
Your words are for malice
Your strength is for your tyranny
Your think you are always right
Your hands are for your greed
Your skin is just too thick

Your actions make my blood boil
And your life I will deny

My eyes they hunt for you
My words are sent to kill
My strength is for the injustice
from the things you thought were right
My hands they lust your blood
And to tear your skin apart
Your reactions when you scream in pain
Brings me back my joy again


Erhhhh dunno why i thought of this angsty poem today... doesnt feel like me to be angsty

Icarus... If u had wings of wax...would u fly high and reach for the sky?

In the ancient Greek myths, there was this boy, Icarus whose father, Daedalus, was a famous artificer who created many new inventions and artifacts including the labyrinth of the dark minotaur king.
One day Daedalus lost favor of the minotaur king, and was den to be eternally locked up in a tower.
But Daedalus thought: "King minos may control the land and sea...but not the air...thus my escape shall be planned that way.
So he set to work to fabricate wings for himself and his young son Icarus.
He wrought feathers together, beginning with the smallest and adding larger, so as to form an increasing surface. The larger ones he secured with thread and the smaller with wax, and gave the whole a gentle curvature like the wings of a bird.

Finally when it was done, he had the same set of wings put on for Icarus but he warned him to follow him and not to fly too high...for the mighty sun would melt his wings and cause him to die.

Icarus...the ambitious and fearless boy... never ever felt such freedom soaring in the sky...the wind seemed to echo, asking Icarus to fly.
Icarus got carried away... he began wandering higher and higher like as if he lost his mind.
Finally the mighty sun took him... His wings began to soften and melt and as he fluttered...he realised that there were no longer and feathers that held him in the sky.

If you were a person who was given wings of wax...would you take the chance and reach for the sky?
Would you have the courage to rage your dreams...or would rather envy those who dare soar in the sky?


She's like the sky...
Im just the boy, Icarus, who'd love to spread his wings to reach for the sky...
Even though he doesn't know if his wings are strong enough or how far they could bring him, the sky is just too blue and beautiful for Icarus to ignore.
If he casts his wings aside, his dreams would forever be but a dream

Thus when i cast my wings and fly... darling... would i be the hero... or the fool that fell from the sky? ...


-Icarus

Song of Warcry 2

Continued from the previous post...

My friend "The Fool" the angsty man wrote the second part of my poem
for "The Song of Warcry"
Haha its good but i feel that it doesnt work together with the one i wrote
cos theres too much anger in his words.
Anyway here it is:

Take a stride, march forward
Strike your enemies where it hurts

String your arrows, arch your bow
Unleash your fury and let them know

Face your fears and blow the horn
Make them wish they were never born

Break the chains, tear the cage
Bring forth your unbridled rage

Taste the freedom smell the scent
Wonder not where the years went
After all this is what your life was meant

Song of Warcry

Today at level 4 i had nothing to do again.
den i suddenly thought of
This phrase
"struggle free, flap your wings
Break away from their strings"

K den heres the whole inspiration...!

Open your eyes and see the light
Wake up from your awful plight

Struggle free, flap your wings
Break away from their strings

Dare to fly, dare to dream
Swim against the river stream

Flex your muscles, clench your fists
Feel no pain but feel the breeze

No room for losers, no prize for fear
Raise your shield and trust your spear

Remember their faces, forget your tears
Hit the drums and break their ears


By Ashton