A Rogue Untouched.

I am but a child in a shell,
that cries every night and day.
I am but a girl in a shell,
that begs mercy from bullies.
I am but a woman in a shell,
that fears those who do not accept.

By day I walk alone,
covered from being touched.
By night I lay down,
crying myself to sleep.
For I wish to be release,
from my very own shell.

I am but a child, that seeks for her mother.
I am but a girl, that seeks for love.
I am but a woman, that seeks for freedom.
A child that wish to be hugged.
A girl that wish to feel a man's heart.
A woman that wish to have a family.

A child that a mother doesn't want.
A girl that everyone fears.
A woman who will never have her dreams.
Damned, cursed and casted away.
Never to feel or touch another person.
For forever she will be alone.

Written by: Zulhazmi 'Angelus' Zainal Abidin

Note: I got the idea in writing up this poem and I got inspired from Faeza's picture of Rogue from X-Men (http://riotfaerie.deviantart.com/gallery/?q=touch+me#/d39oiap). I was the hardest poem I have ever done. I have never done a poem from a comic book character. Anyway, I'm not happy with this. I could have done better, but least I tried.

A Night For A Dear Friend.

Faeza with her baby nephew.



















The special guest Dee.



















Dee close up. :)

The Tears Within

"Let the rain be your tears.
Let it be your sorrow.
A sorrow that you so stubbornly refuse to show."
And so the angel says.

"It is not that I wish not to show it
but it seems as if I've drown myself
that these tears won't come out."
As the man sat in front of the angel.

"Never let yourself drown in your own sorrow.
For ever man has his own heart and soul,
to show that you have what it takes to be human."
As the angel holds his hand.

"But what good will come of it,
once I have dried myself from the tears within me?
Where my heart is trapped within the life I've lost."
Says the man with a tear drop.

"Birth my love. You've let the tears drown you.
But once you cry out the sorrow within you,
you begin a new journey."
As the angel held him tight in closure.

Written by: Zulhazmi 'Angelus' Zainal Abidin

Note: It was a sad night when it rained. I couldn't sleep and I feel like crying somehow. So I decided to write a poem/story while listening to Linkin Park's 'Leave Out All the Rest'.

The Hands of Fate

A book is meant to be read,

and not meant to be judged,

to understand we must go word by word,

for knowledge is what usually we seek for.

In every story there is always a beginning.

In every page there are always paths.

In every chapter there is always a soul.

In every book cover there is always an ending.

Looking in the mirror,

is like reading a dairy book.

Like I can see the words,

that are written onto me.

People tend to judge a lot,

not knowing within the cover.

From there they will never know,

for what has been written.

I am but a book.

A book that has been written by fate

And so, only a few can see,

the hands written by fate onto me.

Written By; Zulhazmi 'Angelus' Zainal Abidin

Note: I feel like it's missing a few touches. I think I could have done better.

New Born

I have yet to see, but god has given me the sight.

I have yet to hear, but god has given me the ears.

I have yet to speck, but god has given me the voice.

I have yet to feel, but god has given me the heart.

Deep within me I see darkness,

deep within me I hear an endless beat,

deep within me I stay quiet while listening to her singing,

and deep within me I feel warm.

Within the darkness, I await to see the light.

Within the endless beat, I await to hear her voice.

Within the silent dark night, I await the right time to cry out.

Within the warmness of the soul, I await the light.

My mother, who has shown me the light.

My mother, who sang to me when I was alone in the dark.

My mother, who I can cry out to her.

My mother, who kept me warm and safe.

Written by Zulhazmi 'Angelus' Zainal Abidin

Note: I think I'm getting rusty. :S

Within

I can be real through the reflection of the mirror,

I can be real through everyone's eyes in the world,

But I can't be real through your naked eyes,

For only those eyes can look right through my soul.

Looking at me is like a boy,

a boy trap within a shell,

trying to break out,

to break for freedom.

Never before anyone would notice,

that the soul within me is that boy,

the boy that keeps crying,

wanting to let free of depression.

You see, I wish not to let that boy out,

for the cries is something I'm afraid to let loose,

but perhaps, you may tame the boy.

For you are the one, who can see within me.

Written by: Zulhazmi 'Angelus' Zainal Abidin.

Note: Something I just wanna let it out during my sad times. Or I'm getting rusty, what do you think?

The Ghost of My Shadow

Walking by myself on memory grounds,

I see the ghost of my past foot steps,

I stop and look in front of me.

And as the people fades away right in front of me,

I only see the ghost of me and you.

Where we would hold hands and walk together, smiling.

I even see the ghosts of your family,

where your parents caught us together,

we would go back of the mall after that,

and take you to the stairs,

where I wipe your tears away.

As if nothing had happened.

We hugged and kissed,

and sit down next to the stairs,

where your head would be on my shoulder,

and I would kiss your forehead,

and wipe your tears again.

So in the end you won't worry no more.

As each step I go within the memory grounds,

and as I watched the ghost of me and you,

I couldn't help but think,

that I would rather relive the memories,

of the ghost of our shadows,

just to have you by my side once again.

But how unfortunate,

it was only a memory,

a memory of a ghost,

and a memory of shadow.

The ghost of my shadow,

that once found true love.

Written by: Zulhazmi 'Angelus' Zainal Abidin

Note: I'm getting rusty. :S