Me at school
20110802 @ Tuesday, August 02, 2011
I meet new people and they ask my name:In the crowded corridors of school:Friends bitching behind my back:Some idiot who I hate pisses me off:Excuse for not doing my homework:Singing in choir (trying to reach the high notes) :Partying in the back of class:
Suicide
20110729 @ Friday, July 29, 2011
- Tyron Olsen
Labels: reblo
Who You Are
Friday, July 29, 2011
That the way light bounces off your skin has nothing to do with who you are.
That smokers believe they need to die a little, just to go outside.
That art has always hated the frame you put it in and would lash out, kicking and screaming in the streets, if you gave it half a chance.
That the way lovers touch can not be communicated in words, no matter how often or how hard you try.
That your body fights your mind and your mind fights your soul and your soul fights the world, to try and figure out what you are.
That sometimes, you're just tired.
That's all.
When Tears Fall
Friday, July 29, 2011
It’s like your mind is telling you, “You’ve suffered enough, it’s time to shut down for a bit
The Things That Happen To My Allowance
20110721 @ Thursday, July 21, 2011
This week:
The Road Map Back
20110717 @ Sunday, July 17, 2011
I miss you more than words and pictures can describe. But I'll try.
The Ticket Is Valid
Sunday, July 17, 2011
And maybe I'll sleep at the station because there's nothing to go home to but an empty fridge and some stale mayonnaise.
And maybe I'll make friends with the guys sleeping under cardboard boxes and newspapers and we'll discuss what it means to love and to live.
And maybe I'll wander the city, one lost particle in a dust storm of Mondays, late nights and reports due yesterday.
And maybe I'll get on a plane or a ship and get lost in places I've never been lost in before.
And maybe I'll keep my phone on me in case you call. And tell me there's something to come home to.
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Don't be shy. You can take another piece of me. Everyone else already has.
Until there's nothing left. Until I disappear
Struggling Up The Stairs
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Dear Diary,
Today I let the mask slip just a little and all the villains come flooding in.
While I don't expect you, as a book filled with lines, to understand my predicament, understand that I will be home late tonight. There will be blood on my costume. And the dishes will have to wait.
You Will Save Earth
Sunday, July 17, 2011
You will not save the Earth, gunning down aliens from the back of your Hummer.
You will not save the Earth, smashing zombies in the face with a spade.
You will not save the Earth, standing on a burning car (your fist in the air).
You will not save the Earth by deciding which wire to cut (red/blue) at the last second.
You will save the Earth when you decide to start picking up your shit.
You will save the Earth when you decide to start picking up your shit on the beaches.
You will save the Earth when you decide to start picking up your shit in the fields and in the streets.
You will save the Earth when you decide to start picking up your shit in the hills.
And we shall never surrender.
The Corners Of Your Mouth
Sunday, July 17, 2011
You asked why people always expected you to smile in photographs. And I told you it was because they hoped that in the future, there would be something to smile about.
The Air I Saved For Later
Sunday, July 17, 2011
You say that the way I feel, it's all just chemicals in my brain.
It's all just strange air in my atmosphere.
It's all just new colours in my rivers.
But you are my industry.
You are my factory.
You are my smoke stacks.
You are my production line.
You are my cheap sneakers.
You are my fast food.
And I'm a planet you once called home.
That's nearly out of air.
Study Hard Anthem :)
20110712 @ Tuesday, July 12, 2011
The Lack Of Existence
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
I'm made of dreams and memories.
I am made of misheard whispers in the dark.
I am made of glances across crowded rooms.
Of the closeness of strangers in a line outside a movie.
I am made of the corners of your mouth.
I am made of awkward elevator rides and the lack of
security one finds on a doorstep, at the end of the evening, when one
has enjoyed the company of another.
I am made of the train tracks that take me home.
I am made of ghost notes, from songs you never heard.
So forgive my absence. But I was never really here to begin with, anyway.
The Questions Buildings Ask?
20110630 @ Thursday, June 30, 2011
Why did you build me, if all you wanted to do, was knock me down.
Why did you raise me, if all you wanted to do, was bring me low.
Why did you make me, if all you wanted to do, was break me
Well Enough
Thursday, June 30, 2011
I know you well enough to know you'll forgive me, I hope you know it's so.
I know you well enough to know that you'll never put everything on the table because everything you could have is everything you are so scared of losing.
And I know you well enough to know that we don't need to say anything to put it on the table because your eyes and your arms and your smile say everything you've ever thought and everything we've always known.
The Wasted Words
Thursday, June 30, 2011
You will forgive me, I hope you don't mind me saying, I just wanted to add, if you've got time and I've said it before and I'll say it again, because you should know, before we go any further, we should put everything on the table because the reality is and the truth is and the fact of the matter is, I shouldn't interrupt but I was wondering and if you know, please tell me, how we manage to say so much, without saying anything at all.
The Chance For Light
Thursday, June 30, 2011
No gods or devils. No angels or demons. No group of people controlling the world. Not the greatest person to ever live. Not the worst. Just people. Just a person. Just like you and me
The Roar of The World
Thursday, June 30, 2011
And while it may feel like you're in a stadium, in front of a crowd screaming that you must die, there are voices in that crowd, if you listen closely, screaming for you to live.
Goofball ; Shir Lynn
20110626 @ Sunday, June 26, 2011
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| Her attempts at water skiing. -.- |
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This is Shir Lynn.
A goofball, you will never regret meeting.
:)
p/s : She made me do this. A post shall be written about her, when the time I got.
:9
Paper Faces In Gold
Sunday, June 26, 2011
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| Masquerade? |
Photography by Nicholas Caleb Yap.
ICE CREAM
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Whenever you here the ice cream truck (at any age).
Begging. “Mom, can I please have money?”
Mom giving you enough money for ice cream
Ordering your favourite ice cream or popsicle
You got your ice cream. Like a Boss.
ICE CREAM
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Whenever you here the ice cream truck (at any age).
Begging. “Mom, can I please have money?”
Mom giving you enough money for ice cream
Ordering your favourite ice cream or popsicle
You got your ice cream. Like a Boss.
Threatened ?
20110620 @ Monday, June 20, 2011
Well, I am present. I am not invisible nor am I mute. I will be seen and heard. Deal with it.
If it helps you feel more secure, throw me an anchor so that i will sink and you can shine.
It's not like I'm ambitious. I don't want a pedestal nor do I want fame or glory.
You can have all the limelight, even the responsibility.
I will step back and not get in your way. But I will be unhappy.
Leave me alone.
I Am Blessed
Monday, June 20, 2011
In many ways, I am blessed. Even when I complain and murmur about various things, I know that I am blessed. Although I often seem ungrateful when I whinge and whine, I actually am grateful. I have gone through too much to recognise the blessings amidst the tough times.
I am blessed with a family I love. I do not always enjoy them ... especially when I disagree with some of them, or when friends fight and cause a ruckus, or when everyone takes me for granted (which happens quite frequently). But these people are the ones I will protect with my life.
I am blessed with a home. I am not a house proud person. My house is often in a mess. But it is not so much the house that makes it a home. It is the atmosphere, the feeling of being lived in that makes it a home.
I am blessed with Titanium, the people whom I know have my back no matter what. The people who've gone through everything with me, yet love me for who I am.
I am blessed with friends and acquaintances who have, at one time or another, given me much joy. I hope they can say the same of me too.
There is much more for which I thank the Lord. And I do not thank Him enough. I need to remind myself daily how blessed I am. And learn to reduce the whinging and whining.
The Plea
Monday, June 20, 2011
Please words. I need you now (the and and you two especially). I need you to tell the truth. To say things as they are. Don't be words that I say too fast, words that I have to defend. Please don't listen to me when I tell you to do the wrong things, be the words you were meant to be. Be honour and fire place and celler door. Be slow and sunrise and sunset. Be a phrase "I know they come again." No words more than needed, just enough to say what I mean and mean what I say. Please words. Work.
Throw a shoe at a spider. Then get out of bed to investigate.
Monday, June 20, 2011
Lift up the shoe. And the spider is no longer there.
Spend the rest of the night paranoid. Awaiting it’s revenge.
Apology Rejected
20110610 @ Friday, June 10, 2011
Nobody but me, I'm on my own
Is there anyone out there
Who feels the way I feel
If there is, let me hear just so I know I'm not the only one
I went away I guess to open up some lanes
But there was no one who even knew that I was going through growin' pains
Hatred was flowing through my veins
On the verge of going insane
I tell myself
You're lying to yourself, you're slowly dying, you're denying
Your health is declining with your self-esteem, you're crying out for help
So I pick up myself off the ground and fuckin swam before I drowned
Hit my bottom so hard I bounce twice suffice this time around
So please accept my apology I finally feel like I'm back to normal
I feel like me again, so let me formally reintroduce myself to you for those of you who dont know
The new me's back to the old me and homie I don't show no
Signs of slowin up, oh and I'm blowin up all over
My life is no longer a movie but the shows aint over homos
I'm back with a vengeance homie
What's the biggest lie you've ever told and gotten away with?
Friday, June 10, 2011
Private and confidential
formspring.me
Friday, June 10, 2011
Victor Kim’s Special Day!
Friday, June 10, 2011
Pictures Are Never Perfect
Friday, June 10, 2011
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| (C) NCY |
All the people you see in the street, who would rather wear sunglasses than know where they're going, they get put back in the gallery at night, they get covered up for the next day. So they can think that a road is a grey river that'll take them anywhere, as long as they can float. So they can carry on. There are so few real people in this world. Thank you for being one of them.
The Feeling You Get
Friday, June 10, 2011
The feeling you get when you have no internet connection.
The Rap I created In 5 minutes :)
20110605 @ Sunday, June 05, 2011
The next thing I knew I had jotted this down all over my leg.
:)
Psssst : I know it was approx 5 minutes, cause I looked at the clock XD
I have to say, I am quite an extraordinarily odd person
FINE IF YOU WANT ME TO RHYME
THEN LET ME TAKE A LITTLE TIME
AND DESIGN ONE OF THESE POEMS OF MINE AND
I'LL MAKE IT SO EPIC AND DOPE
THAT YOU CAN CHECK IT LIKE "WOAH"
AND GET READY TO GO PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE
I'M KIND OF BUSY YOU'VE GOT ME IN A TIZZY
I'M A RAPPER IN A CHAPTER OF A BOOK THAT'S OFF THE HIZZY
SO PLEASE DON'T BE COMING AROUND
WONDERING HOW I COULD SUMMON THE SOUNDS OF HIP-HOP
'CAUSE I'M DONE WITH IT NOW
Sunday, June 05, 2011
