Poet of LOST
Tearing my brain over a job I wish I could change. Pining over a task needed to complete for people underserving the effort.
Constantly thinking if I deserve you.
You make me unworried.
Praying to God, I am not sure exist.
For brighter day and quiet night.
You make me a believer.
Your smile that lights up the room.
When you are not smiling.
Makes me lost and inside.
From the joy you bring.
The love you gave.
The hope of eternal happiness.
My private joy.
With rose without thorns.
Passion.
Heart.
Love.
My world and so,so ,so much more.
My hope and reason for being great.
To watch an angel sleep.
Deep through the till it slip.
Maybe it is the reason I became so "TRIP".
Feelings Of Hate updated at
3:58 PM
Dear DAD,
I've found this ID picture of you on my personal workstation behind my LCD monitor.
Dad, its' already 2010 but the memories of you are still fresh in me.
I remembered when I was young and mischievous, you were so strict towards me.
You disciplined me physically but I always stayed calmed and try not to cry.
You were a wonderful Dad which no one can replace. You tried your very best to get
what this family wanted. When I was 13, you bought us a great PC which last for only 3
years. Since then I'm interested in Computers and gadgets. You even gave me a "Page
Phone" from Motorola. Those were the days when I got my own pager and a bulky
"Page Phone". Those days were wonderful Dad.
We loved fishing together. You even bought a cruiser for our family outing and off-shore
fishing. I still remembered we loved cruising to Seletar Island. Its been years that my last
foot-steps on the sand were brushed away by the sea. You even climbed up the coconut tree
for us to taste the nature of coconuts drinks.
Then when I was 15, you suspect me with a tattoo and forced me to open up shirt. You
scolded me and asked me to remove them. But instead, I add on more and bigger tattoos
on the same day. The next morning, you forced me again to be half naked. I got a great
lecture from you but you did not beat me up like you used to. On that day onwards, I
stopped tattooing. I knew how you felt. You deal with inmates almost everyday and do not
want me to be like them when I grow up.
But Dad, I failed you. I've broke the laws, get into fights and gangsterism.
Dad, I'm changing my ways now. I got a decent carrier with Hewlett Packard. I'm trying my
best to stop abusing drugs.
Dad, we miss you terribly. I can't seem to get the pictures of you out of my head which I've
lost them in my old PC. The last picture I took was you and mum with my Siemens mobile
phone.
Dad, I never got to tell you how much I love you, how great you were and even to seek
forgiveness from you.
Dad, I pray that you will always be bless by the Almighty (ALLAH s.a.w) and you rest in
peace.....
Amin.
Regards,
Your dearest middle son.
Feelings Of Hate updated at
5:25 PM