The Scum Below my Hat

I'm as mad as a hatter

Or so I've been told,

For a hundred blabber,

In my head I hold..

"You're too passionate,

and you love too hard.."

Only 'cause a hundred mate,

Shares my heart..

...

A hundred scum in my head,

A hundred scum that drives me mad,

A hundred soul almost dead,

They make my skull a wonderland..

They chose depression for a bond,

They chose madness for a bulit,

and the evil thoughts that they hold,

would make satan feel some guilt.

A hundred scum with a hundred voice,

a hundred bastard making noise,

a hundred soul I understand,

All are living below my hat,

a hundred rebel, full of wrath,

a bloody hundred psychopath,

a hundred lie, and hundred proof,

a hundred scum that helps me move,

A hundred fool, they guide my way,

A hundred friend, they help me stay,

We're a hundred buddy, in solitude,

A hundred person, thus a hundred mood,

That's why I can't be.. understood..

In Spite Of The Distance.

I noticed that I haven't exactly wrote anything proper here, only some silly fanboyish stuff, well, here's something a bit personal, a poem I wrote:

A Curse, A prayer.. Distance

There he stood on a cliff where he felt all alone,

he cursed upon himself, at the skies at the stone,

He cursed at the hatred that he felt deep inside

, He cursed the insecurities that he couldn't override,

He cursed all the words that he said but couldn't write,

He cursed that she's far, he cursed that he's lost

he cursed at the distance which he hated all the most.

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There she sat on the edge,where she stared at the nile,

She imagined a bridge,  to help her walk a thousand miles,

She slowly closed her eyes and she prayed for a while,

She prayed for a boy whom she now can't reach,

she prayed for the boy who's both a devil and a preach,

She prayed for her home then she prayed for herself,

She prayed all alone, For the boy at the cliff.

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and thou he cursed and she prayed,

even though he left and she stayed

Even on two different worlds,

With distance cutting with it swords,

and obstacles in between

they'll be in love, always are, forever been..

MOARR Portrais'! matey..

Umm..been practicing on sketchbook .. on my father's android tablet..

Here's a collection of some drawings I did during those past 2 months or so..

Enjoy m'mateys! ^^"

Some Drawings...