Days of Delirium

The day was Sunday It was so bright yet so grey You came into the room like a stranger With wild eyes, it lingered You opened your mouth and spoke So softly as if you'd choke Then came the news so grim You're leaving me, not him The morning it happened You look casually dampened Your loveless glare Made me truly aware Like a dry, withering clove I have lost your love Your touch was stiff Your mind was adrift Your senses were absent And my heart was in fragments Seven years, wasted Seven years, annihilated I would never forget The day your love went away Like a painful, losing bet This day will always stay -K 19 August 2014 Bangkok juicyword@gmail.com Instagram: @kby87

People dream because it's free Won't cost you money Won't cost your energy Some say it's a therapy In any way you wish or see Some dream of a prince charming Kneeling on the ground and hand out a ring White horse with armor shimmering And say sweet words, sweet things Some dream of big cars To take them around near and far Rolling around in Porsche or Maserati Maybe Escalade or in luxury MPV Going anywhere carelessly Picking up speed tickets like they're free Turning heads everywhere in the city Some dream about lots of money They want to be rich, they want to be wealthy Maybe even richer than Oprah Winfrey Live in Monaco, drives a Bentley They believe that will make them happy What's your dream? Ever had any? Do you have a place you want to see? What's my dream - if you ever ask me, There's only one and ever will be That I'll live long enough to be thirty. -K- October 18, 2010 11.16pm

A thousand miles away An avatar An emotional fray A lonestar Like a sudden fall Came a call Now the unknown Has touched down Somewhat a while A sudden plan Ten thousand smiles From one single man Teasing, flirt Off the shirt I surrendered He conquered A heart melt A feeling identified So trapped So dignified But he left Dreams crumbled Like a broken shelf I trembled Don't be crazy Don't be feeble You're a goody I'm the devil What's the plan? Is there any? Assuming the man Am I crazy? No pledge No story Over the edge I am crazy Shouldn't dream Not too high Should've read Between the lines Crazy guy Hope so high Wanting star Too afar Dear crazy Let it be Silly baby The joke's on me -Khairizan.Yaacob July 28, 2010 12.21 am

Oh you, you poor child With your pride not even mild Standing there patronizing me Your ego is as big as your belly You, the Golden Son The favorite of Dad and Mom The never wrong, never submit The always right, always throwing fit I'm so mad at you, dear Wasted Punk I even took time to write this junk The least I could do to channel my anger Since Mom and Dad never dare to even lay a finger You, you wasted troll An egomaniac, proud soul Everyone suffers to please you While you sit still with nothing to do You, you should be looking after me If Mom and Dad are gone, will thee? But sadly I see nothing good soon Not until God breaks your hard-headed cocoon Golden Child, stop with the sighs See your children through their eyes Swallow your pride and shine through Be someone at least to YOU The Fallen Child February 23, 2010 11.41 p.m.

Just fly me to Bucharest tonight And let me be me I’ll take a one way short flight Land right there baby Make me go to Bucharest tonight Strip down this loneliness and misery Blind me now with the city’s light Make me see my dandy baby Fly me to Bucharest now Fly me there tonight Hear me like a wolf’s howl See me there in your sight I’ll fly to Bucharest tonight Where it’s quiet without a sound No luggage, without any fright I’ll call you when I touch down There you are in Bucharest Tremendously missed beyond words could say Here I am being my best Dreaming of you in a land far away Khairizan Y. February 4, 2010 1.26 am, Kuala Lumpur

Hello there, please take my hand I'm just a stranger in your Eden land Now do come and get to know me Though you might not like what you'll see I'm a lost soul wandering Searching for something, I think Looking, searching and fighting forlorn I felt it was behind me but now it's gone Are you alone here as well, stranger? In quest for triumph and madness altogether? Don't you know that it wouldn't make sense To love and let die at the end? See this face, it's not mine You make believe of the things that you find I don't know who I am, stranger Perhaps you too are clueless of who you were But don't worry We are fine We are just giddy From our restless mind You'll learn to love me and I hope to see that You'll know what angry is, and so is sad They are just some of me of what you'll see As I told you before, it's not always pretty Know me now before we depart So half of me will never be apart Stay with me until comes the dawn Then rememb...

En route to my sis house last weekend boarding the Express Rail Link a.k.a ERL a.k.a KLIA Transit, I noticed somewhat touching poem on top of my head. Reading it, I couldn't help but to be amazed at how brilliant the poem was. It speaks about one finding solace surrounded by nature in a small park amidst the hustle and bustle of city. Don't all of us feel that most of the time? We are SO thankful for any small nature left among the concrete jungle around us nowadays right? Sebuah Taman Sore Hari - Sapardi Djoko Ramono Dari sayap burung-burung kecil itu Berguguran sepi, sepiku Saat terhenti di sebuah taman kota ini Daun jatuh di atas bangku, bagai mimpi Di antara datang dan suatu kali pergi Beribu lonceng berbunyi Kekal sewaktu bercakap kepada hati Lalu kepada bumi, di sini aku menanti and, no worries, the translation: A Park in the Afternoon - Sapardi Djoko Ramono From the wings of this small bird, Silence scatters, my silence As I sit in a park of this town Leaves fall on my b...