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This is a compilation of Joseph's poems/thoughts.
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Thursday, November 1, 2012
The perverse thoughts of a faint desire
"Is it wrong? That I have a sick and twisted mind?
I long for you, every waking second.
I long for you, even though it's wrong, and ways where it shouldn't happen.
I long for you, to scratch me with your nails so sharp that I bleed in pleasure.
I long for you, to bite me so forcefully, the marks they take weeks to heal.
I long for you, to hit me and beat me until at least a broken bone.
I long for you, to tie me so tight, that I can't move unless moved by you.
I long for you, to just whisper in my ear, with nothing but your breath oh so sweat.
I long for you, till even I find, I have a sick and twisted mind."
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Sunday, October 14, 2012
What makes a good book good
Is it the people who read, or the writer's words?
The hook to eyes, the ears, or the feet?
Catch a glimpse, take a stroll, our heart is the scene.
Let the wind slice your hair,
let the sun pierce and glare,
let the noise be silent and still,
let the fear send your spine to chill
A book is a read, a muted movie clip.
A book is a seed, what we sow, we reap.
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Monday, September 3, 2012
I feel for the villains because I am one of them
People always discriminate them, you judge them and hate them because of all these “bad things” they do. But in actual fact, you never appreciated them for the nice people they were. you never acknowledged their existence. You never feel for us. We are crazy, we are mad, we are dangerous. But never did you expect that you were the ones who forced us to be like this. You belittle our thoughts, you think of us as nuisance and burden. If we were nice to you, you say it’s only right and if we ever ask for something in return, we get nothing but blame because we shouldn’t be expecting anything at all from you. You never care to hear our story, and even if you do, it’s only out of curiosity. We are the outcasts, the untouchables if you will. Nothing I do can change anything because I am different. I am weird. I am not allowed to be special. I am never recognized for my achievements and never portrayed with any importance because I am nothing. You mock me, you take advantage of me. But one day, you will fear me.
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Saturday, July 28, 2012
Nobody cares
Have you felt the birth from the rusty coffin, or the death in the polished cradle.
Have you trembled from the music, dancing away on your skin as you could walk no more.
Have you breathed through a vacuum, to be choked as your dreams blur to a non.
Have you seen the eyes in the wall, seeking your attention like never before.
Have you pitied the dead for not living, when his life was not worth to carry on.
Have you held the devil by the neck, and seeing the absence on love in his eyes.
Have you treated me differently, as though I might be of just a little more importance,
Or am I just the same as everyone else?
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Monday, June 11, 2012
I'm not going to bother no more.
This has become too one sided.
This has become too dead.
I'm not going to bother anymore.
At least not until you do.
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Sunday, May 27, 2012
And what?
I put the cradle at the back of my hands,
a cold breath at the side of your neck.
In terms for desire yet it's not at the peak,
just lay here and wonder what do we truly seek?
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Friday, May 11, 2012
Don't take love for granted
I'm no longer doing things for you anymore.
All you do is assume.
I'm worried for you and I'm paranoid.
I miss you and I'm clingy.
I'm pissed and it's a stupid reason .
I'm no longer doing things for you anymore.
If you want it, you earn it.
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Tuesday, May 8, 2012
You're afraid to break my heart.
I'm afraid it might have already been broken.
But please for the sake of me, don't forsake me,
don't give up on me, don't run away from me.
Stay near to these blood filled remnants and
mend my heart back to how it used to be.
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It's all effort and perseverance
I'm not as strong as you think I am.
I'm not so easily attached as you think I am.
I regret that night even more than you do, even more than you could imagine.
Yet I still care so dearly.
Not because I am lustful towards this relationship,
But because I've set my heart on loving you, and loving you only so dearly.
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Sunday, April 29, 2012
Just so you know
One of the loveliest things one can do is to always stand up for the partner whenever he gets teased by others. Not to Mention. One of the most depressing things one can do is to laugh at him whenever he gets teased by others. It's kind of a small issue. But It's always the Minimal things that Ends the Biggest bonds.
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Thursday, April 26, 2012
Vice-Versa
I hope you cry yourself to sleep every night,Missing me so dearly, wishing that I was in your arms breathing on to your skin. Picturing an image in your mind of how my smile looks, looking for the warmth that flows from my body to yours. Always there keeping you asleep and awake simultaneously. Yet only to realise it's nothing but a dream. Not because I want you to feel hurt, But because I always miss you so much, too much that it has become a burden to us.
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How am I suppose to feel?
I keep telling you about how I hate it when he gets near you, today I realised that it's you who keep going near him. Tell me, what do I do about this?
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Monday, April 16, 2012
Lovely Lust
Helplessly,I'm addicted to the scent of the venom, excreting like cologne from the pores of your skin. Every lasting hour, my vessels bruise up from the gallons of blood rushing through, in thought of holding you again, tasting your breathe in my nose as you smother me. The teasing of your fingers around my face and arms, a gentle peck on the lips and the ocean in your gaze. Every past mistake and nightmare would instantly scatter away just as you whisper into my right lobe, assuring our bond, awakening this passion. Helplessly, I'm addicted to the scent of the venom from your skin, Helplessly, I'm addicted to the scent of the venom from your heart.
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Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Zannn
I hope you read my blog. even if it's all stupid shit :P
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Tuesday, April 10, 2012
I keep getting pissed whenever you don't pick up my calls or reply my texts, my tweets, my facebook messages. Or whenever you don't call when you said you would. But me getting pissed is never going to change anything right? In the end, I'm just the idiot who cares too much. It's my fault for being so retarded and needy. I'm sorry
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Friday, April 6, 2012
Neither sin nor tragedy
Vengeance, a death, a life bringing death. Vengeance keeps us going. When all hope is lost and nothing is left to hold on to, Vengeance is the only way you stay alive. To get back all you lost, to relief all lies your life has lived. Vengeance, once told as only a disruption, brings out more in us than hope can give.
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Wednesday, April 4, 2012
I want you to want to want me
I actually wonder if you ever stalk my blog, my tumblr, my tweets. Because I secretly hope that you do. But you probably don't. I'm not surprised, I'm not interesting in any way I guess.
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Tuesday, April 3, 2012
I understand now. I'm always so paranoid and shit. But all we need is time. I love you kitty and I know you love me too. That's good enough for now (:
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Wednesday, March 28, 2012
I want to die
God, you created this mess. And now I fucking can't fix it
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I'm not a toy
These crackling voices whirling in my mind, Making these noises I cannot leave behind. I'm not lonely, tired, or even broken, Yet it slashes so roughly, it can't even be spoken. I need you to want me, sadly it doesn't do, With plain words alone, this pain cannot be subdued. I'm merely but a fallen match, Used and thrown from your window ledge.
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I'm afraid of both the dark and the light
I'm always just so blinded by the illusions and false hopes that hover around my face.
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Friday, March 9, 2012
Knowledge will end your life
Man's greatest sin is not to be born. But to be born, imputed in them a force. A force that outwits all other. yet carries the mind of the father. Man's greatest sin. Is not to be born. But be born with the power of knowledge
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Saturday, March 3, 2012
A star that fades without fading away.
Innocence is not a virtue. It's a gift. The most perfect and precious gift. The first ever gift God has ever given to man. It's a gift of love. When God placed adultery as a sin. It was not to prevent lust. It was to preserve innocence. So that his Gift of love you would not waste but be given it to the only one you love. The most perfect gift that can never be replaced. The perfect promise to the one you love from the one that loves you. I gave you all my innocence. Please don't throw it away.
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Thursday, March 1, 2012
It didn't seem like it would, but it did. It hurt
You're like a thin piece of paper. So soft, so fragile, yet you cut so deep.
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Sometimes we cut our emotional strands away to not feel a single thing. Yet the wound is not deep enough to disregard the weighty problems
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introduction
JOSEPH LIM YICONG(:
Son of God, Seed of Abraham
This Blog is for ALL THE RANDOM I Wrote
Created by Me I dont copy
So DONT copy mine
Tag me if you treat me as a friend
If you Hate me or my blog, It's ok
I Love You
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