The Learnings of a Sickhead

"Facing Your Own Reflections in a Monitor"

What am I waiting in this chair for hours in front of a social networking website?

and who really care if I am in this foolishness cause all of it is temporary like stars in the night.

A whole wide wild world, the fake smiles, fake friends and some of them are 

real too...

and mostly just a creation, creation of many minds, minds that interact, a jungle in a zoo.

For those who care, who loved and even liked some link I posted, I sincerely appreciate it.

For those who doesn't care, who hate and even pray for me to stumble and fall, I appreciate it.

Just merely thinkin of me is enough to be appreciated, and when I fall and possibly bruised up...

Thank you because I like pain, scars, falls, and whatever you wanted to f*ck me up!

I became stronger that I can't control when I explode anymore...

All the pain was like a paper, sheet by sheet it was crumpled then stored...

A gallon of sardines forcedly filled in a 425g tin can, heated and pressurized...

It erupts like a volcano's pyroclastic flow, like the world's still the same but it's pulverized.

"liar and the fire" (the hater and the lover)

I’ll be ok that I know you are happy… but yes I lied…

Here’s my middle finger, like a flagpole standing,

Like a flag rising, and I know you are listening..

My sweet voice, the truth I am emphasizing.

The killing, you still don’t know the meaning…

Oh this lost phase of time

Like sleeping while awake

Dreaming of never ending happiness

and everything in the middle of this foolishness

Everything is fair in bein unfair

Your eyes stare, I silently declare…

and now you know me crystal clear

what the heck would I care…

Hey See! (get this bitch?!)

My love is pure, so don"t b*tch with it!
I am sure, you'll be thinkin, realizing it...
Hit!Just say it, tap if you can't take it...
I'm a bitter pill to swallow,so shit! I'm the truth, I'm the it! 

Yes you could've been my everythin...

Now your just trash in my recycle bin.

Now your deleted, be scared unclean...

I'm a curse you'll be rememberin...

So you can't take the itch?

Even if you'll fuckin go naked...

You still can't taste my d*ck...

‘‘A letter made especially for Geffanny Lyn’’

It made no sense

Writing songs for you are just nonsense

This is my self-defense

To the pain you have offense

I hate you,

even if you die

Theirs no tears for you,

I will not cry…

I fucking hate you…

I love to hate you…

Thank you for breaking my heart

For me it’s not bad, it’s an art

But this feeling leads me to a brand new start

Refreshes life’s death that buried the ashes in a jar

and you’ll the one that I will call the forgotten part

In my life you’re the reason I was not so smart

Thank you for showing your true color

And I’m much happy not living my life with a whore

Just imagining you I want to vomit more, as in more

I hope it’s for the best, and I’ve closed my door

“Act of forgetting”

The longing of alzheimers,

is always in my head

Its better that way,

I’ll just eat, sleep and urinate in my bed

And I’ll forget who you are,

and I’ll never think about you

Or your smiles, your kisses,

even those tits, are they true?

You’re like yours,

is their anything about you that are not fake

You only receive,

I’m always giving, and all you do is take

I can’t get you out my head;

it’s always fed by heartaches and lies

And its still you inside,

the one I cant forget to remember,

in a thousand goodbyes