Wednesday, January 27
Sadness radiates
wearing a mask
hiding his face from a crowd thats desperate to taunt him
taunt him of his imperfections
what they misunderstand of him is that his imperfections are what makes him perfect
the only thing keeping him alive is his believe in the faith and even that he has doubts if his daily practices are correct
with eyes open, his thoughts only dwell back to the past, tears break free.
deep slumber, yet nightmares haunt him of the same wrong deeds he once knowingly did.
is there no escape from this prison, often light shines but...
mindgames complicate matters,dwelling into deeper reflection of the past and occasionally the future.
he sits quietly but anxiously waiting for a miracle to happen.
laughter is not the BEST medicine, perhaps second to best.
Prayer and faith are best for whats to come and he knows it won't be easy.
the sands of time slowly go down as his time slowly runs out.
praying by the grace of God that theres somebody listening
this is my voice,
Voice of the voiceless, the unheard, the calling
once again.
he takes his masks off, facing his fears
but the fear within him overpowers him, controls him,
a glimpse at what he hid from was all he needed
back to square one, where he begun, fearful. prays and hears a gentle voice, a girl
it comforts him, illogically giving him hope.
once again he faces the world.
an unknown flash blinds the world
looking through the crowd, with a voice still lingering within his head,
he sees a girl afar, he knew it was her he heard.
he walks towards her, and every step draws him to another.
an angel she was, with wings breaking free awaits him with open arms.
he stands in front of her.
leaning in for a hug that is given with such comfort,
falling into a deep slumber, the voice speaks again quoting
"no more worries, i am here for you."
awaking from his slumber, he sees the Angel,
slowly as he gains consciousness,
though one body, to say it was one Angel had became nonsensical,
several different persons in one body of the Angel,
each with a different perspective whereas all could help him at different times,
as worries change hands, another comes in place
but he knew that he was in the light rather then searching for it,
his perception of life changes,
hope is something which is overflowing from him.
just as he was ready to go forth without his face hidden,
he realises that he has the exact wings of the Angel,
and the Angel that showed him the light was now gone,
vanished into thin air, confusion strikes him,
in the blink of an eye, he is no longer where he was,
a mirror that was covered by a cloak,
removing the cloak, he breaks down,
looking in the mirror, he saw all that he saw in the Angel,
the voice that lingered in his head returns,
" This is what you've been looking for, you've always been searching for something, and now i tell you, that what you've been searching is yourself."
Without much understanding of the occurring events,
he falls to the ground,
is he an Angel, was he an Angel all along?
in another blink of an eye, again he is moved from where he was to somewhere different.
a door stands tall in front of him,
confused, not knowing anything that is going on,
but ready for whats to come,
he is spurred on by his burning desire to know why this is happening,
opening the door, bright lights, greater than a million stars, blinds him,
vanishing into the light, not knowing where he is being taken to,
his life flashes through his eyes,
with tears pouring out, he cries aloud
"why me?"
remaining unanswered he is left to just wait.
purification, cleaning of stains within him occurs,
tears break free, sands of time running out,
one final attempt he cries for help,
finally a voice replies his plea for an answer,
it silences him, but he shall listen to its words.
"Patience, give it time."
" for when you surface from the darkwaters,
you will gain a pair of white wings.
But its not yet your time!
ClarissonChristopherDavid, 2:44 PM
Dreams remains Dreams
im not a prince
this ain't a fairytale...
ClarissonChristopherDavid, 2:29 PM
Saturday, January 2
possibilities of a new life...
well ladies and gentlemen
happy new years.
to all.
hmms started the year of well pissed. as usual.
but have to give props to jp and maria, stuck by me throughout the whole night.
the made my day, really. and pretty emotionless at one point, and seeing jp and sacha have romantic couple time didn't make me feel any better realising the fact that i was all alone, well indirectly of course.
seeing the fact that a certain someone kept running away from me.
they were pretty awesome.
thanks guy loves yous guys loads.
just remember,
don't piss me off
ClarissonChristopherDavid, 12:24 AM
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Hello, I am ClarissonChristopherDavid.
Born on 08/08/92, confirmed as David on 14/12/08, Associated with Junior Cats and Church of Saint Anthonys
socially stable, emotionally not.
I am just a normal guy who brings laughter. Doesn't seem that way, well nothing ever does, does it? i am not emo nor am i attention seeking, this blog is a place where i release all of my feelings, where i pour out my heart.
find me annoying, well there should be a way for you to close the page, right? Don't even know why I am writing.
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