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zoolane
02-02-2011, 04:13 PM
Tunnel.

With sewage of sound escaping the tunnel.
Foul taste in the air which submerge in the atmosphere.
The breathe that utter the vague language.
Then with heavy hand slap the core of your heart.
Split your feeling in despair.
Small droplet falls.


Hate

Subtle beginnings where hate form.
Rumours of gossips at whispers behind their back.
The seed is plant.
Words spread like wildfire.
Hate is get out of control.
Someone hand black thing conceal in cloth.
Point at the victim.
Pretend to pull the switch.
Suddenly the hate is slump on the floor.

Merits

If we are sole judge on are merits?
Who are we to decide what merits are?
To judge is be condemn to a life.
The life we chose are merits in self's.
Are merits of luxury?
Or of despair which we fall.

Merits itself is just word.
What does merits truly mean?