Boop bleep pop !

The world is ugly, but you're beautiful to me.
-MCR.TheWorldIsUgly.

-Zarae.

For the first time

GAHHH! It's just so infuriating to have you dancing rounds in my mind.


And... You had to like the same snack as me. Well... It's Hello Pandas. Who wouldn't like them?


-Zarae.YouAreKillingMe

Hop On The Magic School Bus

What You need:

@ Fully charged Music playing device, loaded with of course, your favourite songs for the past 6 years or any earlier records will be fine.

$ Bus Money. Preferably $8 above minimum.

* A jacket or cardigan

^ Water, because we all know how important hydration is. But... Don't drink too much; 2L of water at the end of a 2 hour bus ride is no fucking joke.

& A Bus Buddy. (Preferably close, keen and willing. Not to interact during journey.)

Set off around 3pm with sunny/partly clouded skies.

Set off from a place furthest away from home as possible working towards your way back; passing through familiar places, as many as possible !

Choose a window seat...like duh !

Seat back and enjoy the ride. Open your mind and watch everything, focus on things you like and reflect.

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I was going to write about my own experience on the bus... but well the feeling is really hard to describe other than epiphanical. Absolutely ephiphanical.

Bottom line, songs pluck our heartstrings like they do not just because they are sung by sirens with emotions or because of the fact that the lyrics describe our lives or how we felt at the moment.

Songs become truly wonderful and beautiful when we assign memories and feelings to them and when it plays we remember all the wonderful and incredible stories.

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Our lives from the moment we interacted, and I remembered, have lead ourselves to be forever intertwined and entangled. From whatever little I learn of them, they have irrevocably became a part of me. An encounter, a person, a sight and sound. A lesson. A memory.

-Zarae.Imaginary friends

We weren't what we used to be.

Well... I just feel that... you know, I really don't need any of you guys anymore.

***

We had a good run fellas. And it was fun while it lasted !

-Zarae.Ciao

Sometimes, It's us that you should fear !

'Cause We die young !

Broken hearts and broken dreams.
Trauma, disappointments and fear of fiends,
Are all but pacifiers, amidst silly things.

Beaten and battered we will not fall;
Hurting or bleeding, we'll stand tall.

Young at heart, we will never cease to be.
Fuck you.


-TheDeadpoet.'CauseWeDieYoung

****

Cheers to immaturity, cheers to the party-rockers and cocaine snorters.
Cheers to Youth, Exuberance, to the dead.

-Zarae.DeathToTheYouthsOfYesterday

Try

-P!nk. Try

-Zarae.SometimesYouJustGottaWingIt

Well...It's too fucking late !

You. All of you hear this, SHUT YOUR FUCKING HOE MOUTH !

No one really bothered. No one really cared. Now that she's dead, everyone is talking. They don't care, they never did ! All they wanted was to jump on the wagon; pretence, ignorance, judgemental cretins.

You'll see. Give them what ?! 5 months ? 6 ? Then everything resets. Mark my words, you'll see that in due time, all her efforts will be washed away.

-Zarae.ForYouAmanda

****

Death saves us all. Suicide, murder, slaughter.
Death is a rally for all of us. Sacrifice, offering, martyr.
Do it because you have to, not because you want to.

-TheDeadPoet

Lonely Planet Blues

Is anyone else out there ?
Can anybody hear us ?

We will be here, waiting, waiting for your answer.

****

I'm living at this point of my life where I have met and befriended the most number of people, yet I am at my lonelist point of existence.

-Zarae.WalkingAlone.

In between the noise.

Music really does make life less painful.

-Zarae.MusicIsJustMelodiousNotesThatFitEachOther.

Without Wings

He teetered slowly, peering over the edge; a high and mighty place, a sheer cliff, a sky scraping loft, it did not matter. He was fearless, senseless, drunk with the desire to step forth and leap down. Leap directly to the concrete ground below where he knows that there will be no returning from.

The dismal thought itself had the counter effect, not only did it not pose as deterrence but rather the morbidity of falling to his death intrigued him greatly.

Suicide will be the best story he will ever write.

The nippy winds above gently swept across his face and feet. Whispering to him, telling him to take the jump.

***

A carelessly thrown piece of evidence, a silent whisper in another's ear.
Hidden agendas, the deadliest of weapons.

-Zarae.Jump

Puking my guts out !

Urgh... Choking from all the obscenities of the world !

-Zarae.

Deja Vu

The young man stood poised and restrained on top the rocky enclave; the once great pasture ahead now lay barren and parched. The scars, sprawled across the land are clearly reflective of the enemy stampede that had set up an encampment just beyond the ridge.

The unnatural silence of the deep breath before the battles has always fascinated him. How something could be both terrorizing and yet so settling at the same time intrigued him.

And then, everything suddenly changed. It was as though the entire world, the entire existence he had ever known came crashing down and split apart. Pulled and stretched were the seams of his world until all had been shredded, torn apart into tiny specks of nothingness. But slowly, the world that had become shreds of dust came crawling back; forming firstly into blots, then gathering to create glass-piece like memories, puzzle pieces that glistened and glowed whilst dancing about their own floating axes as they find their way back into design.

Carefully and reluctantly, the world forced itself back into being.

He awoke. The mere blink had felt like aeons when the world was pressed tightly against him.

-Zarae.Rebirth