The boy brushed in Red.
It's about how he used to be,
This boy i know once, only .
Wonders how he could've been me..
When his middle name spells Lonely.
But he sure had the intention,
For the world to like him as he o'rdy is.
So he looked around, seeking attention.
For someone to hug and give him a kiss.
But then he started giving up,
Cause he found some new friends.
It's just some weed to give the 'pop'
& a pair of headphones til the day ends.
He sits in the corner of his room,
He tries for laughs, but painfully cries..
Wishing for the safety he had in mummy's womb,
He burns more weed, the fire slowly dies.
Now when he starts the thinking,
He remembers this long bus night.
Where to, it leaves him wondering,
To take a bus with no destiny to alight.
He lift his hand, rings the bell,
When he feels the need to stop.
Weak from smoke, his stamina fell.
He stands on up, he starts to drop.
Alighting, he starts walking..
Cold on the shoulders, no one's beside,
Hands in jean' pocket & starts finding
The magic pill, for his soul to reside.
Follows him in all darkness & storm,
His small & loyal bladed brother.
The surgery that he usually perform,
Can be found on one arm or the other.
He didn't have no one to call his girl,
Face screws with hatred & disgust..
His nose wrinkles, eyebrows curl,
A guy is with that girl only for lust.
He hates to see cuddles & hugs..
Kisses & smooches when it rains..
His money is her beloved drug.
His diamond ear stud & gold chain.
He loves to sway at the carpark,
To shove his head into headphones,
And see the tiny stars spark,
They bling so bright like gemstones.
Then came that one faithful night,
A nasty bunch of capped tanned guys..
For god knows why,they picked up a fight..
His wallet & handphone went by like rolling dice.
He was burning with all demons' rage
He watched while everything was gone..
His brother stood on mind's backstage.
Waited the time, he gets drawn.
Helpless, with roads gone lost,
He struggled back home,
He stares at the mirror thn looks across
Spoke to his mama, with tears alone.
Mama said, "honey, done is done,
Let it all get washed with ignorance."
Son said, "But mama, i think it's just begun,
Everything's bearing guilt & hindrance."
Feed him with anger,his sleepless nights,
They call her Insomnia, she comes for free.
Losing his sight, his fears of height..
That very night when she came to see..
He frantically find his good friends,
His weed to provoke him more,
They tell him to choose the day's end,
Cause he has too much stored, to pour.
That scary doppelganger he meets,
Every time the weeds & pills speak,
With black blood evil, he greets,
If it's bright, under the bed he sneaks..
Without a clue, he leaves with the smoke,
Curiously, he follows the voice to find..
The guy who came with shadows & spoke,
Is no where in sight, He must be blind.
The following week of despair,
Leads the boy to go on a chase,
The nasty people he regret to scare,
Should fear him now, run without a trace.
Too bad for him, they were nowhere in sight.
He searched up & down of every block.
Guess they disappeared into the night.
He kept everything away in heart locked.
He changed. He stopped his lonesome,
He lost his weeds & pills.
He got his past wash his bleeding heart numb.
He started to renew his friendship & chill.
Now this guy reading it to you,
Is who i have become after that very night.
He is gone, the boy i once knew..
Is gone to a new place to find his light.
& i bet when you know me first,
You would've never guessed I had a past.
Where the mirror throws out a curse,
Locks his soul,& seals with a cast.
-Rani.
[In dedication to my wolfie friend, my hunting buddy. The past you, will be living in this poem from now. Thank you for giving me the chance to pen your past. God bless you with a beautiful present & future.]