A Self - Portrait of A Narcissistic Man

He has a way with words,
Poetry in one hand, Wisdom in the other.
It is his way of thinking, his way of speaking,

His Loyalty is beyond compare.
It Cannot be measured, no one might even dare.

His smiles may show his cheerful and carefree character,
but like a double-edged sword, he has a serious side.

Moves without warning, ready to strike.
Determined to succeed, his Morals and Values deep within him,
rooted to his very soul.

Music is his language, and Life is his battlefield.
He’ll do what he can to succeed and
bring Glory to God through his achievements.

With God, family, and friends as his guide,
there is nothing he can’t do.
Give him all the negative doubts and
he’ll prove them all wrong.

He can be the Best, make No Excuses.

*Project_Art!

The Dean's Leaster

The model student of the year,

good grades, GREAT social life,

no vices, keeping it clean without being a wimp.

seems like everything was balanced...

then High School ended.

New words, new world

New People, some absurd.

New Environment, a better place as he might say,

but nonetheless new, he'll get used to it anyway.

He kept the charm, kept the cool,
the poise he's known for in High School.
but he left his brain there.
Popularity's a non-issue but it's useless anyway.
All that matters is making the mark, making the grade.
Better hurry up, or you'll be late.

from the High School Hero to the College Freshman Zero.

Stay Tuned.

- Late Post.

A Chain of Thorns Wrapped Around My Neck.

It happened many months ago but It's all coming back.
You're voice feels so distant yet so familiar.
It's all in the past, but i can't seem to throw it away.
It keeps coming back, i can't forget your face.
I've tried to hate you so many times,
but every step i take, my heart tells me to stop.

I can't forget the times we were together.
You're like an open scar, the pain keeps on coming back.
You're like a chain of thorns wrapped around my neck,
the closer i get to you, the greater the pain i feel.
But i can't stop. I just can't stop.

It's Empty, Numb and Blank.
After so long, it still bleeds.
It might never heal, it's like a disease.
It might be with me for the rest of my life.
Hoping to free myself from your curse, but you're the only cure.

Just Kill Me. Now.