My Birthday

Last Monday is my 21st birthday. Unlike other birthday in my life, I felt this one more as reflection of my life. You know, when you are in teenage' years, you wait for something silly special would happen to your birthday. But now, I felt like I was enough for all those things. It was just another day of my life.

To Cinderella Poseur

When you will eventually realize?
The magic wand has charm no more,
after the book was closed.

When you will eventually realize?
The charming prince has gone,
Since he is never alive before.

When you will eventually realize?
Dreaming is your only solution,
to live in such perfection.

In the end you will be bitten,
cursed into eternal damnation,
by your own imagination.

A Little Lady Asked Me...

A little lady asked me,
"Did charming prince really alive?"
I bit my tongue,
Should I tell her a lie?

A little lady asked me more,
"If I got suffering all the time,
would fairy mother come to make it over?"
Should I be a liar?

A little lady demanded her answer,
I knew what she would prefer,
Should I break all of her imagination?
And let her to live in blank truth like mine.

Do I have such courage?
For she is too lovely to be cynics
For she is too angelic to be pessimist
But, do I have another choice.

To be Legend

I recently watched I Am Legend, a cool movie with Will Smith as the main character. It has great idea of Love, passion, and the most important thing for me is, the dreary part of being a legend. In the end of the movie, Will Smith sacrificed himself in order to save another characters. That's way he becomes the legend, because he was no longer alive to witness his own success. His heroism reminded with people whom also being legends by graving their own sorrows in the history, such as Mohamed, Jesus, Marie Curie, Byron, and so on. They have something in common, unimaginable sorrows. I think that is way people want to put their names on the hectic history notes.
Admit it, we want to know about them partially because their tragic lives. We are drawn to how they suffered in their lives and not for things that they achieved so far. I mean, we know that Marie Curie is the inventor of iridium but who's gonna give more damn care if she didnt get cancer due of it. We are vultures of other people's suffers.There is nothing wrong with it, arent it?