<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937644585966405838</id><updated>2012-01-11T21:31:37.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where literature is regarded as a fine art.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belles-lettres-literatureasafineart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937644585966405838/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belles-lettres-literatureasafineart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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bones;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging strings of bloodied tendons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You,&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;That riveting glare of hate,&lt;br /&gt;Hate like the ever-reaching arm of pestilence.&lt;br /&gt;Plaguing its surroundings with a resplendent gleam --&lt;br /&gt;The gleam of grime and dusty incandescence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, &lt;br /&gt;Your very being.&lt;br /&gt;Relishes in the desire of destruction,&lt;br /&gt;Destruction like the raging war of the heavens.&lt;br /&gt;Pouring forth the blood of the angels;&lt;br /&gt;Smudging the iridescent snow of the fallen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your presence,&lt;br /&gt;An abomination to mankind --&lt;br /&gt;Raping the truth from the blind.&lt;br /&gt;Who are you to seek for solace,&lt;br /&gt;When you wreck the peace of the given?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your unscrupulous ways and conniving thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;Enter the minds of the beguiling innocent.&lt;br /&gt;Not a single fleeting moment of miniscule observation,&lt;br /&gt;Simply raid us, and raid our fear for a higher power;&lt;br /&gt;Raid our sanctuaries like the beast and its forray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raid our minds of the willingness for &lt;i&gt;Freedom&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937644585966405838-7461809637646845887?l=belles-lettres-literatureasafineart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belles-lettres-literatureasafineart.blogspot.com/feeds/7461809637646845887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937644585966405838&amp;postID=7461809637646845887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937644585966405838/posts/default/7461809637646845887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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laughter descends,&lt;br /&gt;Your leaking lies seep through my hands.&lt;br /&gt;You live beneath the naive thoughts of crime,&lt;br /&gt;Then expect the world to fine-tune your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, your voice, while it&lt;br /&gt;rings through my head,&lt;br /&gt;Brings bouts of pure hate and utter resent.&lt;br /&gt;Hath you no shame, hath you no heart? &lt;br /&gt;To run past a fact so undeniably shown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What wonderment fills me,&lt;br /&gt;As I stare in your soul.&lt;br /&gt;Such bottomless pits – such unlikely heart;&lt;br /&gt;To have stirred such regret,&lt;br /&gt;To have caused such emotion;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have ceased to require the concern for fear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937644585966405838-4997474829681593553?l=belles-lettres-literatureasafineart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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arrival,&lt;br /&gt;Delayed intent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall forward,&lt;br /&gt;Lean back.&lt;br /&gt;Never a miniscule silver of still.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937644585966405838-5457173380264829405?l=belles-lettres-literatureasafineart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belles-lettres-literatureasafineart.blogspot.com/feeds/5457173380264829405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937644585966405838&amp;postID=5457173380264829405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937644585966405838/posts/default/5457173380264829405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937644585966405838/posts/default/5457173380264829405'/><link 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impossible,&lt;br /&gt;Flee the scene like a bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What of acquaintances and soul?&lt;br /&gt;The world's reached an end,&lt;br /&gt;Where death is but nigh.&lt;br /&gt;Reach for your hand,&lt;br /&gt;You'd find naught but trust,&lt;br /&gt;Broken into pieces,&lt;br /&gt;Uncountable and lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pride and price,&lt;br /&gt;Come once more together,&lt;br /&gt;Where one pays the price,&lt;br /&gt;For the fall after pride.&lt;br /&gt;Lose all your senses,&lt;br /&gt;Abandon all hope.&lt;br /&gt;Make sense of no one,&lt;br /&gt;And find knowledge from none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begin at the end,&lt;br /&gt;End at the start.&lt;br /&gt;Who'd know the winner,&lt;br /&gt;Of a race down to hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insolent monkeys,&lt;br /&gt;Running in circles.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but flowers,&lt;br /&gt;Painted in crimson.&lt;br /&gt;Like birds of a feather,&lt;br /&gt;Flocking in harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall into heaven,&lt;br /&gt;Soar right down to hell.&lt;br /&gt;Reach down for eternity,&lt;br /&gt;Lose yourself in mid-flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cluttered and matted,&lt;br /&gt;Find a toe in a hair-stack,&lt;br /&gt;And wake up to fantasy,&lt;br /&gt;Where we walk on the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's make sense out of nothing;&lt;br /&gt;Have nothing made sense out of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The world is but a mess of un-ending nonsense.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937644585966405838-541132547100365436?l=belles-lettres-literatureasafineart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belles-lettres-literatureasafineart.blogspot.com/feeds/541132547100365436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937644585966405838&amp;postID=541132547100365436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937644585966405838/posts/default/541132547100365436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937644585966405838/posts/default/541132547100365436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belles-lettres-literatureasafineart.blogspot.com/2008/06/jargon.html' title='Jargon'/><author><name>walkmetoblivion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jE0qCujOJMA/StiavQYuVSI/AAAAAAAAApg/wqhxihMIXIM/S220/DSC09994.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937644585966405838.post-8114466555869969270</id><published>2008-01-25T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T20:34:57.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;No.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You asked of a favour,&lt;br /&gt;I gave you an answer.&lt;br /&gt;I thought it right over,&lt;br /&gt;Never once let you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked of a favour,&lt;br /&gt;You made me no answer.&lt;br /&gt;You thought naught of accomplishment,&lt;br /&gt;You wanted no involvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You spoke to me straight,&lt;br /&gt;Gave me a sharp and cold answer.&lt;br /&gt;You took no chances,&lt;br /&gt;No way would you help;&lt;br /&gt;No way would you care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked of a favour,&lt;br /&gt;You gave me excuses.&lt;br /&gt;I pleaded with reason,&lt;br /&gt;You turned the tables on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave me an answer,&lt;br /&gt;I never thought you would say.&lt;br /&gt;You threw down my offer,&lt;br /&gt;And walked far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You trampled upon me,&lt;br /&gt;Never once stopped to think.&lt;br /&gt;Your answer was final,&lt;br /&gt;I now see your drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked of a favour,&lt;br /&gt;You gave me an answer.&lt;br /&gt;You said with no doubt,&lt;br /&gt;You said with no love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said it to me, &lt;br /&gt;Straight into my face.&lt;br /&gt;An answer so sharp,&lt;br /&gt;So short and so wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937644585966405838-8114466555869969270?l=belles-lettres-literatureasafineart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belles-lettres-literatureasafineart.blogspot.com/feeds/8114466555869969270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937644585966405838&amp;postID=8114466555869969270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937644585966405838/posts/default/8114466555869969270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937644585966405838/posts/default/8114466555869969270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belles-lettres-literatureasafineart.blogspot.com/2008/01/no.html' title='No.'/><author><name>walkmetoblivion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jE0qCujOJMA/StiavQYuVSI/AAAAAAAAApg/wqhxihMIXIM/S220/DSC09994.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937644585966405838.post-7016697864924264465</id><published>2007-11-25T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T21:26:58.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perspective</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Perspective&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weak, stubborn,&lt;br /&gt;Utterly different.&lt;br /&gt;Spoilt and unreined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that's what I am,&lt;br /&gt;From their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Careless, unsure,&lt;br /&gt;Mind drifting away.&lt;br /&gt;Never once serious,&lt;br /&gt;Never once understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that's what I am.&lt;br /&gt;From her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aloof and cold,&lt;br /&gt;All knowing and sure.&lt;br /&gt;A glare from her eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Will shoot you down dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that's what I am.&lt;br /&gt;From the eyes of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stubborn, willing,&lt;br /&gt;Sure and unsure.&lt;br /&gt;Different, same,&lt;br /&gt;Oh who really cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I am a crack;&lt;br /&gt;A worthless defect,&lt;br /&gt;A crack in the flawless design of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, that's what I am.&lt;br /&gt;Forever trapped, &lt;br /&gt;Within the &lt;u&gt;eyes of the world.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div 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title='Perspective'/><author><name>walkmetoblivion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jE0qCujOJMA/StiavQYuVSI/AAAAAAAAApg/wqhxihMIXIM/S220/DSC09994.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937644585966405838.post-3889228909238861342</id><published>2007-11-17T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T00:07:08.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noise</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Noise&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut the windows,&lt;br /&gt;Shut the doors.&lt;br /&gt;Shaking, trembling,&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop them no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whispers taunting,&lt;br /&gt;Glares oh so daunting.&lt;br /&gt;The might of their weight,&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quarelling, shouting,&lt;br /&gt;Their voices engulf me.&lt;br /&gt;I feel the world around me,&lt;br /&gt;Yet I am not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To walk away,&lt;br /&gt;To crawl and hide.&lt;br /&gt;My instincts pull me,&lt;br /&gt;Yet I make no move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head spins as the voices around me grow,&lt;br /&gt;Critisizing, complaining,&lt;br /&gt;When will they stop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incessant chatter,&lt;br /&gt;Nonsensical rantings.&lt;br /&gt;The need to sit down,&lt;br /&gt;The desire to escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut out,&lt;br /&gt;Shut down.&lt;br /&gt;Just keep out the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;noise.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937644585966405838-3889228909238861342?l=belles-lettres-literatureasafineart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belles-lettres-literatureasafineart.blogspot.com/feeds/3889228909238861342/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jE0qCujOJMA/StiavQYuVSI/AAAAAAAAApg/wqhxihMIXIM/S220/DSC09994.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937644585966405838.post-2537640641114477468</id><published>2007-07-24T21:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T23:56:05.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Enough&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't a surprise,&lt;br /&gt;Where the path's led me to.&lt;br /&gt;Oh woe be to me,&lt;br /&gt;I've guessed just as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cat's out of the bag,&lt;br /&gt;No you needn't hide no more.&lt;br /&gt;My troubles have met the limit,&lt;br /&gt;Oh I would not be here;&lt;br /&gt;At least not for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, that smile,&lt;br /&gt;Such sheer monstrosity.&lt;br /&gt;Almighty you,&lt;br /&gt;Where have I gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how very sweet,&lt;br /&gt;Those silent tears.&lt;br /&gt;Stream down my face now,&lt;br /&gt;Oh sweet heavens no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My expression so cold,&lt;br /&gt;So blank, so empty.&lt;br /&gt;Where indeed has this worthless soul gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come together!&lt;br /&gt;Invade this spirit!&lt;br /&gt;Broken and spent,&lt;br /&gt;Where can I run?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My escape?&lt;br /&gt;No there is not one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You live in my nightmares,&lt;br /&gt;Where one is to none.&lt;br /&gt;My throat oh so parched,&lt;br /&gt;You've killed my will to fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas! Alas!&lt;br /&gt;How wistful my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;My end draws near now,&lt;br /&gt;How can I evade?&lt;br /&gt;Such a disaster no less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neverending,&lt;br /&gt;No less and no more.&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing to my name,&lt;br /&gt;No not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All eyes upon me,&lt;br /&gt;And history repeats,&lt;br /&gt;My legs bring me forth;&lt;br /&gt;There is but no end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost in this game,&lt;br /&gt;Sinking deeper within.&lt;br /&gt;Oh your silent revenge,&lt;br /&gt;You've taken alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quickly! Quietly!&lt;br /&gt;Don't you dare make a sound.&lt;br /&gt;Silently, steathily,&lt;br /&gt;Then crush me in whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should've known better,&lt;br /&gt;Ah that similar glint.&lt;br /&gt;Where is my heart?&lt;br /&gt;Imprinted with scars oh so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wounds torn back apart,&lt;br /&gt;Raw and unprotected,&lt;br /&gt;There is no escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promises made,&lt;br /&gt;Promises broken.&lt;br /&gt;Then all at once,&lt;br /&gt;It's back to square one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I walk in the rain,&lt;br /&gt;Down that same narrow path.&lt;br /&gt;Left to bear all the pain,&lt;br /&gt;The blame; the very fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can tell the difference between?&lt;br /&gt;My tears, the rain,&lt;br /&gt;What matter does it make?&lt;br /&gt;Pitter, patter,&lt;br /&gt;Fused all into one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lies, then silence.&lt;br /&gt;Have you lost your voice now?&lt;br /&gt;Cat got your tongue?&lt;br /&gt;Do you mean what you've said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your constant reminder,&lt;br /&gt;Or to be much more appropriate;&lt;br /&gt;Their constant reminders.&lt;br /&gt;I'm to be left alone,&lt;br /&gt;Not to be touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gambled my life,&lt;br /&gt;I lost the one chance.&lt;br /&gt;I've paid the price,&lt;br /&gt;Bargained more than I'd want;&lt;br /&gt;Much more than &lt;u&gt;enough.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written By: &lt;s&gt;Jialing&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937644585966405838-2537640641114477468?l=belles-lettres-literatureasafineart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belles-lettres-literatureasafineart.blogspot.com/feeds/2537640641114477468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jE0qCujOJMA/StiavQYuVSI/AAAAAAAAApg/wqhxihMIXIM/S220/DSC09994.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937644585966405838.post-344205602768462454</id><published>2007-05-12T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T22:26:57.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Stress&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kept in a limited space,&lt;br /&gt;The button is pressed,&lt;br /&gt;The battle has started.&lt;br /&gt;There is no escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each move with precision,&lt;br /&gt;Not a single mistake.&lt;br /&gt;For one would cost your entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pressured to win,&lt;br /&gt;You cannot lose!&lt;br /&gt;The world is beheld upon your shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caged up alive,&lt;br /&gt;Is there a escape?&lt;br /&gt;You look around frantically,&lt;br /&gt;There is naught but a window,&lt;br /&gt;Distant yet there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often we reach,&lt;br /&gt;Yet distant it stays.&lt;br /&gt;Our spirits waver with desperation,&lt;br /&gt;Then give up altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is one to all,&lt;br /&gt;And there's that one limit.&lt;br /&gt;The rules' all written,&lt;br /&gt;"Cross it and die".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What choice do one have?&lt;br /&gt;We're pressured to fight.&lt;br /&gt;The world's burden upon our shoulders,&lt;br /&gt;We cannot avoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help?&lt;br /&gt;Where from can I obtain?&lt;br /&gt;They all seem unworthy,&lt;br /&gt;Undoubtedly witless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This stress upon me,&lt;br /&gt;Oh who can tell the pain?&lt;br /&gt;Each passing second,&lt;br /&gt;Each wasted minute.&lt;br /&gt;It all adds up to the total diminishment of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weight upon my shoulders,&lt;br /&gt;Whereby who can help me lift?&lt;br /&gt;I yearn for utmost freedom,&lt;br /&gt;Yet distant it still seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me the power of a thousand I ask,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me the tales of those moutains of wealth.&lt;br /&gt;Might they encourage this measly soul,&lt;br /&gt;To plod on and complete this delirious task?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot achieve much things on my own,&lt;br /&gt;Yet do know I do,&lt;br /&gt;That not a one can help myself.&lt;br /&gt;For much as I like, &lt;br /&gt;There's not one that's worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stubborn as a mule,&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes I am.&lt;br /&gt;And I gladly accept the title of an animal that's so unlikely loved.&lt;br /&gt;Yet I live on each day with much stress,&lt;br /&gt;All for the sake of the little dignity one's left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I march on with my withered soul,&lt;br /&gt;My unforgettable pain,&lt;br /&gt;My endless journey,&lt;br /&gt;For a unreachable claim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by: &lt;s&gt;Jialing&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937644585966405838-344205602768462454?l=belles-lettres-literatureasafineart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belles-lettres-literatureasafineart.blogspot.com/feeds/344205602768462454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937644585966405838&amp;postID=344205602768462454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937644585966405838/posts/default/344205602768462454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937644585966405838/posts/default/344205602768462454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belles-lettres-literatureasafineart.blogspot.com/2007/05/stress.html' title='Stress'/><author><name>walkmetoblivion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jE0qCujOJMA/StiavQYuVSI/AAAAAAAAApg/wqhxihMIXIM/S220/DSC09994.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937644585966405838.post-70675546877528105</id><published>2007-04-18T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T22:36:45.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scorn</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Scorn&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was provoked,&lt;br /&gt;She gave me no choice.&lt;br /&gt;I lifted my hand,&lt;br /&gt;I would not turn back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That fool of a girl,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I could not resist.&lt;br /&gt;She stood right in front of me,&lt;br /&gt;The path is clear now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had foreseen,&lt;br /&gt;I knew all along.&lt;br /&gt;She had provoked me,&lt;br /&gt;And I reached my limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begone!&lt;br /&gt;For my scorn knows no boundaries.&lt;br /&gt;One mere whisper of yours,&lt;br /&gt;Oh the prowess it has.&lt;br /&gt;Speak not to me,&lt;br /&gt;For you may regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your very face irks me,&lt;br /&gt;I need not your help.&lt;br /&gt;You are redundant,&lt;br /&gt;So take your leave from the stage of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by: &lt;s&gt;Jialing&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937644585966405838-70675546877528105?l=belles-lettres-literatureasafineart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belles-lettres-literatureasafineart.blogspot.com/feeds/70675546877528105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937644585966405838&amp;postID=70675546877528105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Nothing was the same once the deal was sealed.&lt;br /&gt;Promises were broken,&lt;br /&gt;And all was going downhill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood down below the feet of all,&lt;br /&gt;Breathing, inhaling the undelightful odour.&lt;br /&gt;I was told to lick them, clean them,&lt;br /&gt;Praise them as though they were my own.&lt;br /&gt;The torture it was, oh nobody knew,&lt;br /&gt;I was given no more than a quarter of nothing,&lt;br /&gt;Expected to live on mere hope and my will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My consience bugged me,&lt;br /&gt;Day after day.&lt;br /&gt;"Where is your dignity you stinking fool!&lt;br /&gt;Why have you resolved to measly tasks as to dust the feet of others?&lt;br /&gt;Get up you fool!&lt;br /&gt;Get up!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the day came.&lt;br /&gt;I had had enough and I was to be freed.&lt;br /&gt;My anger spilled out and scalded them hot upon their very feet they used to entrust upon me.&lt;br /&gt;I grew to the height of thousands above,&lt;br /&gt;I could taste their fear around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, evil it was that surged within me.&lt;br /&gt;I could not stop, oh no I couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;Not when I was just starting to have the time of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tormented them and forced my foot into their faces,&lt;br /&gt;I fed them swill and gave them impossible tasks.&lt;br /&gt;The mere pleasure that I had derived from their very pain,&lt;br /&gt;Was feeding the unsurpassable devil within me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon I was devoured,&lt;br /&gt;From head to toe;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing was spared at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running away was fruitless,&lt;br /&gt;For it was impossible to run from oneself.&lt;br /&gt;And so I stood there,&lt;br /&gt;Writhing and melting,&lt;br /&gt;Till I was naught but a pile of dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had learnt a lesson,&lt;br /&gt;so severe indeed.&lt;br /&gt;The damage caused was known too late.&lt;br /&gt;I could not be saved,&lt;br /&gt;For wrath was so dominant.&lt;br /&gt;It took over my mind and took over my soul,&lt;br /&gt;Till I was simply nothing but some bones and some meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One must not welcome anger,&lt;br /&gt;For wrath knows no bounds.&lt;br /&gt;And as for this world of utter irritance,&lt;br /&gt;Evil is naught but a common thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by: &lt;s&gt;Jialing&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937644585966405838-4581609108979085927?l=belles-lettres-literatureasafineart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belles-lettres-literatureasafineart.blogspot.com/feeds/4581609108979085927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937644585966405838&amp;postID=4581609108979085927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;Why do I feel no sense of accomplishment?&lt;br /&gt;Was it pointless after all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stole my confidence with a mere snigger,&lt;br /&gt;She broke my utter determination.&lt;br /&gt;I feel no lust for power no more,&lt;br /&gt;My fighting spirit now lies dormant.&lt;br /&gt;I have no will to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise my inferiority.&lt;br /&gt;I was to lie below her,&lt;br /&gt;Trampled on and despised.&lt;br /&gt;Expected to do the unachievable,&lt;br /&gt;I failed all who had hopes upon me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difference between us,&lt;br /&gt;How can I say?&lt;br /&gt;She brings the crowd with her,&lt;br /&gt;Yet I am naught but a loner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her intelligence shames me,&lt;br /&gt;I am naught but looked down upon.&lt;br /&gt;The way she carries herself,&lt;br /&gt;I cannot be compared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am nothing but a measly ant before her,&lt;br /&gt;For a single finger of hers pronounces my execution.&lt;br /&gt;She does not realise the impact she has upon me,&lt;br /&gt;Yet depression lies on me all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inferiority; I cannot be compared.&lt;br /&gt;I am naught but a idiot,&lt;br /&gt;Given no space to expand.&lt;br /&gt;Fear lurks in my every proposal,&lt;br /&gt;I cannot breathe freely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh somebody save me!&lt;br /&gt;Bring back my past splendour!&lt;br /&gt;Where is my success?&lt;br /&gt;Where is my life?&lt;br /&gt;Am I living in naught but a dream?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in denial indeed,&lt;br /&gt;I cannot surpass her utter intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;Beneath her every breath,&lt;br /&gt;I cannot match her very existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I am Inferior.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written By: &lt;s&gt;Jialing&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='Inferiority'/><author><name>walkmetoblivion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jE0qCujOJMA/StiavQYuVSI/AAAAAAAAApg/wqhxihMIXIM/S220/DSC09994.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937644585966405838.post-4691854431514556546</id><published>2007-03-30T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T21:42:27.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Betrayal</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Betrayal&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I sense so much uncertainty?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you tremble when I ask for the truth?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you refuse to tell me why you make me feel so lost,&lt;br /&gt;Why, do you neglect me so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to know is,&lt;br /&gt;Am I worthy enough for your friendship.&lt;br /&gt;You stood upon me,&lt;br /&gt;And trampled on my heart.&lt;br /&gt;My trust is broken,&lt;br /&gt;How can I love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned a blind eye,&lt;br /&gt;I thought it would change.&lt;br /&gt;I made no promises,&lt;br /&gt;But you broke them somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this expressionless look in your eyes when I am before you?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you leave me clueless as to what you have done?&lt;br /&gt;Am I not worthy enough of your trust?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sense of betrayal,&lt;br /&gt;How can I explain?&lt;br /&gt;You made me feel so blessed,&lt;br /&gt;So happy, so free.&lt;br /&gt;But now the tables have turned upon me,&lt;br /&gt;How can I not feel this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Why have you done this to me?&lt;br /&gt;Have I no freedom over my desicions?&lt;br /&gt;Have I no life of my own?&lt;br /&gt;Is what I've created by the lies you've told,&lt;br /&gt;What reality really is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot learn to trust no more,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who to trust.&lt;br /&gt;I look upon your face,&lt;br /&gt;I see the drastic change.&lt;br /&gt;You are not the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why has everything changed so fast?&lt;br /&gt;In an twinkling of an eye,&lt;br /&gt;I am naught but your enemy.&lt;br /&gt;Have I chose none other than a wrong person?&lt;br /&gt;Or have you been hiding in your mask all along?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You neglected me and in turn I got the blame.&lt;br /&gt;You made me watch you enjoy yourself while you left me alone behind.&lt;br /&gt;You show the world that you need everyone except the one before.&lt;br /&gt;You made me feel so terrible inside,&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever realise at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it seem as though it's my fault now when the fact is you're in wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Why does it feel so wrong now, when the starting has felt so right?&lt;br /&gt;Have we done something wrong somehow,&lt;br /&gt;Were we not meant to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refused to believe the nagging doubt,&lt;br /&gt;I had inside my heart.&lt;br /&gt;The wild imagination inside of me,&lt;br /&gt;Grew wilder with each time you did what you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I refuse now?&lt;br /&gt;When the facts are all laid before me.&lt;br /&gt;You've turned the tables all upon me,&lt;br /&gt;You were scheming all along,&lt;br /&gt;You made me feel as though you cared,&lt;br /&gt;Then tore my heart up into two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot be trusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written By: &lt;s&gt;Jialing&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937644585966405838-4691854431514556546?l=belles-lettres-literatureasafineart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belles-lettres-literatureasafineart.blogspot.com/feeds/4691854431514556546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937644585966405838&amp;postID=4691854431514556546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937644585966405838/posts/default/4691854431514556546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937644585966405838/posts/default/4691854431514556546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belles-lettres-literatureasafineart.blogspot.com/2007/03/betrayal.html' title='Betrayal'/><author><name>walkmetoblivion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jE0qCujOJMA/StiavQYuVSI/AAAAAAAAApg/wqhxihMIXIM/S220/DSC09994.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937644585966405838.post-256502934790632441</id><published>2007-03-30T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T21:39:40.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Alone&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgotton and left behind,&lt;br /&gt;I was never the one to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;Needed was I when all was lost,&lt;br /&gt;Not wanted when fun was near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given no chance to speak,&lt;br /&gt;Having no mouth to scream.&lt;br /&gt;Silent I sat, with no one to confront,&lt;br /&gt;Keeping still and solemnly swearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one could care less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They left me behind,&lt;br /&gt;They all walked away.&lt;br /&gt;They thought I'd be okay,&lt;br /&gt;But oh how wrong they were.&lt;br /&gt;My heart was slashed apart bit by bit,&lt;br /&gt;With the pounding sounds of the footsteps they made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each step they took,&lt;br /&gt;Drove us further apart.&lt;br /&gt;My heart was about to burst.&lt;br /&gt;I could take it no longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was given no chance,&lt;br /&gt;Shut out from the world.&lt;br /&gt;Before I knew it, I was the loner again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no choice,&lt;br /&gt;I was forced to do it.&lt;br /&gt;I've hardened my heart,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna listen.&lt;br /&gt;I don't need no one,&lt;br /&gt;I don't need no pity.&lt;br /&gt;I was born a loner,&lt;br /&gt;So leave it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written By: &lt;s&gt;Jialing&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937644585966405838-256502934790632441?l=belles-lettres-literatureasafineart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jE0qCujOJMA/StiavQYuVSI/AAAAAAAAApg/wqhxihMIXIM/S220/DSC09994.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937644585966405838.post-6803025629279222609</id><published>2007-03-30T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T21:37:40.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wronged</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wronged&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before me I saw the past,&lt;br /&gt;Behind me people were whispering.&lt;br /&gt;Beside me were people, or so I thought,&lt;br /&gt;Making much noises of protests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many below were pointing,&lt;br /&gt;Many were just staring.&lt;br /&gt;Yet all I did was stand there,&lt;br /&gt;Oblivious of all their screams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just standing there,&lt;br /&gt;Looking ahead, wondering if i should.&lt;br /&gt;I readied myself and heaved a sigh,&lt;br /&gt;I lifted my feet and stepped over the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept falling,&lt;br /&gt;Down and down.&lt;br /&gt;10th floor, 9th floor and counting.&lt;br /&gt;In my mind were flashes of the past.&lt;br /&gt;The times where we were happy,&lt;br /&gt;The times where our memories were sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th floor, 4th floor,&lt;br /&gt;I could feel the tension below.&lt;br /&gt;I let the tears fall freely,&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't care less now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd floor, 2nd floor,&lt;br /&gt;I'm reaching the end already.&lt;br /&gt;I thought once more and realized,&lt;br /&gt;There were still people who cared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inches away from the ground,&lt;br /&gt;I started to regret.&lt;br /&gt;The people that were close to me,&lt;br /&gt;Were screaming and running away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had hit the floor and i felt the pain,&lt;br /&gt;Blood and tears dripping off my face.&lt;br /&gt;In that split second i felt guilt and anger all at once.&lt;br /&gt;I had died in vain, for nothing at all,&lt;br /&gt;All for the fact of being wronged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written By: &lt;s&gt;Jialing&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937644585966405838-6803025629279222609?l=belles-lettres-literatureasafineart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belles-lettres-literatureasafineart.blogspot.com/feeds/6803025629279222609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937644585966405838&amp;postID=6803025629279222609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937644585966405838/posts/default/6803025629279222609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937644585966405838/posts/default/6803025629279222609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belles-lettres-literatureasafineart.blogspot.com/2007/03/wronged.html' title='Wronged'/><author><name>walkmetoblivion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jE0qCujOJMA/StiavQYuVSI/AAAAAAAAApg/wqhxihMIXIM/S220/DSC09994.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937644585966405838.post-5000115456374038815</id><published>2007-03-30T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T21:31:52.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tears&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've told me lies,&lt;br /&gt;Once and again.&lt;br /&gt;You said to trust you,&lt;br /&gt;And so i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sold you my heart,&lt;br /&gt;And you accepted with greed.&lt;br /&gt;I told you my stories,&lt;br /&gt;Yet you couldn't care less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dried my face,&lt;br /&gt;And put on a smile to hide.&lt;br /&gt;You wonder insincerely inside,&lt;br /&gt;but never cared to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried till my eyes were sore,&lt;br /&gt;Day and night.&lt;br /&gt;But things were not any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told myself to sew my pockets,&lt;br /&gt;But your words tore them apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I realized how foolish I was,&lt;br /&gt;But I knew there was no turning back.&lt;br /&gt;I've done the deed and gone with it,&lt;br /&gt;nothing would ever change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I cry no more,&lt;br /&gt;I've dried my tears and I won't go back.&lt;br /&gt;I see no need to do so.&lt;br /&gt;For all i feel now is but the anger,&lt;br /&gt;coursing through my veins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written By: &lt;s&gt;Jialing&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937644585966405838-5000115456374038815?l=belles-lettres-literatureasafineart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belles-lettres-literatureasafineart.blogspot.com/feeds/5000115456374038815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937644585966405838&amp;postID=5000115456374038815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937644585966405838/posts/default/5000115456374038815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937644585966405838/posts/default/5000115456374038815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belles-lettres-literatureasafineart.blogspot.com/2007/03/tears.html' title='Tears'/><author><name>walkmetoblivion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jE0qCujOJMA/StiavQYuVSI/AAAAAAAAApg/wqhxihMIXIM/S220/DSC09994.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937644585966405838.post-3697106586058883947</id><published>2007-03-29T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T23:37:00.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fear&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything seemed so very gray,&lt;br /&gt;So dark and so peculiar.&lt;br /&gt;Why did it seem that no one could help,&lt;br /&gt;No one would ever know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared out of the dust-filled window,&lt;br /&gt;And looked for the one and only spark.&lt;br /&gt;It had used to glow so very brightly,&lt;br /&gt;But however much I had tried to look,&lt;br /&gt;I did not once see it.&lt;br /&gt;I waited for it day and night,&lt;br /&gt;But never it once came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, when will I be oh-so free,&lt;br /&gt;To be able to run wild for once?&lt;br /&gt;When will the day come,&lt;br /&gt;Where I can laugh,&lt;br /&gt;And tell the world not to worry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've suffered through those countless days,&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in that one same corner.&lt;br /&gt;Years had passed yet still no one,&lt;br /&gt;Had ever came to save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trapped beneath all my fears,&lt;br /&gt;Hiding, cowering, in that one lone corner.&lt;br /&gt;I knew I had to do something,&lt;br /&gt;I had to fight back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everything was useless,&lt;br /&gt;Everything I did.&lt;br /&gt;Everything that I thought of,&lt;br /&gt;All seemed so worthless now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Cause I knew that I was condemned forever,&lt;br /&gt;To this endless darkness ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;I could do nothing and nothing could save me,&lt;br /&gt;I knew i was doomed for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat in that one lone corner,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for my life to end.&lt;br /&gt;But nothing seemed happen,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Cause i was hiding all alone,&lt;br /&gt;Hiding beneath all fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written By: &lt;s&gt;Jialing&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937644585966405838-3697106586058883947?l=belles-lettres-literatureasafineart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belles-lettres-literatureasafineart.blogspot.com/feeds/3697106586058883947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937644585966405838&amp;postID=3697106586058883947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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feeling of utmost confusion&lt;br /&gt;This memory of unforgotten feelings.&lt;br /&gt;It goes on with hesitation,&lt;br /&gt;And unknown discomfiture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This feeling engulfs me,&lt;br /&gt;In a way of sheer irritation.&lt;br /&gt;It tells me tall tales of deception,&lt;br /&gt;And leads me off in confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This unknown emotion,&lt;br /&gt;With no confirmation,&lt;br /&gt;Is known to all by confounded mystifications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its twists and turns,&lt;br /&gt;Make it hard to learn,&lt;br /&gt;And even harder to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only those who've tasted true exasperation,&lt;br /&gt;Will know the difficulty,&lt;br /&gt;Of this unreal irritant,&lt;br /&gt;And of utmost torture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4937644585966405838-4702749130335728478?l=belles-lettres-literatureasafineart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belles-lettres-literatureasafineart.blogspot.com/feeds/4702749130335728478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4937644585966405838&amp;postID=4702749130335728478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937644585966405838/posts/default/4702749130335728478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4937644585966405838/posts/default/4702749130335728478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belles-lettres-literatureasafineart.blogspot.com/2007/03/confusion.html' title='Confusion'/><author><name>walkmetoblivion</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jE0qCujOJMA/StiavQYuVSI/AAAAAAAAApg/wqhxihMIXIM/S220/DSC09994.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4937644585966405838.post-5810270193760870146</id><published>2007-03-29T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T22:05:00.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hatred</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hatred&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew this was the end,&lt;br /&gt;I knew this day would come.&lt;br /&gt;I knew all along,&lt;br /&gt;But I never dared once speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This hatred lies within me...&lt;br /&gt;Of you whom I cannot forget.&lt;br /&gt;Oh what torture it was,&lt;br /&gt;Oh what pain it caused,&lt;br /&gt;Just to see you smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew that I was this evil,&lt;br /&gt;To even have this thought.&lt;br /&gt;I was trapped within myself,&lt;br /&gt;With no defence whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to escape,&lt;br /&gt;I just knew I had to.&lt;br /&gt;But who in this world could help me?&lt;br /&gt;I was imprisoned in my own thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;And caught in my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Who could ever know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh heavens above and earth below,&lt;br /&gt;Save me from this unearthly torture.&lt;br /&gt;I shouted.&lt;br /&gt;But no matter what,&lt;br /&gt;And no matter how long,&lt;br /&gt;It did not seem to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew this was it,&lt;br /&gt;It was but my fate,&lt;br /&gt;To bring me to such a sorry state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one would know,&lt;br /&gt;How much of sufferings,&lt;br /&gt;Hatred could bring,&lt;br /&gt;Until he himself had tasted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written By: &lt;s&gt;Jialing&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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