Happy Birthday Self

Happy Birthday! What an occasion it surely is. An annual occasion. A lifetime of bliss. Meant to be celebrated brighter every year. That is .. until you finally realize you’re getting too old to celebrate aging :P.

Damn, everyone wants to celebrate their birthdays with a party, a small get-together at the least. What’s the purpose? We weren’t asked to celebrate the day we were born. Were we? No. Well, in my opinion. It’s all a waste of money. Well yeah, it might be amusing, pleasing and a whole lot of enjoyment at first. But hey, at the end of the day, you’ll end up with nothing but regret and missing your so-called friends. Who just came for their own cash-free enjoyment.

I on the other hand, tend to not celebrate. Pass it by like every other day. But take notice of the real friends of mine who just don’t take advantage of my dim-wittedness, but those of who that wish me “Happy Birthday” and doesn’t require anything in return. Nothing else other than “Thank You.” And for all of you that’d wished me already, I thank you, very much.

As you may perhaps already know, Tomorrow is my Birthday (31^st May). If you may ask, nothing special is happening tomorrow. Excluding the little “family get-together” mom’s apprehending. Well, although I’m not too ‘exited’ over this. Some of my awfully great friends advised me to ‘enjoy’ it. As this is the year I become a teen. Well, yeah, I hear it’s one of the most important years of the birth of man (women included). The 13th year, the year of which a boy turns into a man, a kitten turns into a cat, a cub becomes a lion. I’m sure you get the idea. Well, I see no difference in me. But as my very cool friend Arky would put it. I’m one year closer to the ages of the “Nuclear fucking Weapons” a.k.a “Awesome Hot Babes GALORE!!” O_O

Heheheh… well it’s been a long time since I took the time to write a whole essay so... Well thanks for reading :D

Oh and yeah: Happy Birthday Self!

Everything

Every new beginning,
comes from some beginnings end.

Every time you kill me,
I am born again.

Every time you close that door,
Another door is opened.

And every time you say goodbye,
a different word is spoken.

Every time you look at me
my back is facing you,

And every time you ask to see me
I'll have something else to do.

Every time I join your game,
You're not playing fair,

And every time I really love you,
I pretend that I don't care.

Terror Dance

Window panes come crashing down
Amidst the tears and pain
Vanishing hopes are gone and flew away
Up above through twilight
Shadows cast across the floor
Reflections of the past
Trembling thoughts of one
Dwelling deep within the soul
A mystical sense of reality
Captured by the craze
All in bewilderment
Of the shock in the wave
Creatures of the dimness
Chattering amongst the green
Everything slows in stillness
What is this we see?

Hahaha! Day by Day...

Hahaha! A funny poem written by Shaif, a real cool friend of mine from class. Enjoy!

Day by Day,

He lost his way.

Day by Day,

These words he say.

Day by Day,

He sighed with passion.

Day by Day,

He changed his fashion.

Day by Day,

He stared at heaven.

Day by Day,

He woke up at seven.

Day by Day,

He thought of his mother.

Day by Day,

He killed his brothers.

Day by Day,

He always frowned.

Day by Day,

Then he drowned.

By Abdulla (Rubbish) Shaif
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I think this was his first so, what do you think?