There's a place so dark you can't see the end
Skies cock back and shock that which can't defend
The rain then sends dripping acidic questions
Forcefully, the power of suggestion

Then with the eyes shut looking thought the rust and rotten dust
A spot of light floods the floor
And pours over the rusted world of pretend
The eyes ease open and its dark again



As they say a little evil is neccessary for the greater good.
And that is true.
I am just going to explore what evilness can do, for the greater good.


All because of certain past events

They triggered something in me.

A side which I have known to exist within me, but have pushed it aside


It dawned on me that I must change myself..



Do not reject change,but rather take it as I move along.



I no longer want to wait for destiny to come and find me.
But rather find destiny instead.
I no longer want to stay in the shadows any longer.
I want to fight for what I feel its worth fighting for.


Its because of hopeless situations that I tend to reignite myself.

The hopeless the situation is. The brighter my hope will burn.

For you see,

Its in the utmost darkness that the light will shine the brightest.

Now do you know where I gained my nickname of "Feenyx"?
Its a purposely-mispelled version of Phoenix if you're wondering.


The Phoenix...a mythical avian which abilities depends on what stories of it you heard of.

Tears that can heal any wound.

Able to carry immense weight despite its size.


But what makes me attracted to it is its majestic look. And the fact that its immortal.
Also, its a bird thats constantly on fire. Whats not cool about that??


To me, the phoenix is a representation of life itself in its own right.

Or rather, my life to be exact.

It started off being a small, pretty much frail chick.

a small, pitiful creature which you can just step on to end its life.


But as the stories go, the small pitiful creature proves to be a match to Nature's test.

It evolved, into a majestic flying creature. Where all else that flies in its airspace will be blinded by the sight of it, and those who got close enough are awed by its awesome appearance.

But as the saying goes.

All good things must come to an end.


The phoenix will eventually explode in a fury of flame and is reborn from its ashes as that small pitiful creature again.


That is a perfect view of life to me.


We will start off small...pitiful...weak..

Not knowing anything at all.

Always succembing to what life has to offer.

But as we go on, we will get stronger.

We will learn from our mistakes, keep them in mind, and not make them again.

And soon, we will reach our peak.

But we should never forget, that whether YOU like it or not,

there will be a time that you WILL have to let go of everything

The question is...

Will you be ready to let it all go and like the phoenix, go out in a blaze of glory?

Or will you be too blinded by things and hold close the things that you should have let go, and in the end destroyed not only yourself, but those things too?


People say, "Soar Like an Eagle"


I say, "Live Like a Phoenix"



That's the mentality isn't it.



It's time to make the world realise that I exist.



And not just like any other ordinary guy.



for i am the chosen one
Moving all around
Screaming of the ups and downs
Pollution manifested in perpetual sound
The wheels go round and the sunset creeps behind the
Street lamps, chain-link, and concrete

A little piece of paper with a picture drawn
Floats on down the street till the wind is gone
The memory now is like the picture was then
When the paper's crumpled up it can't be perfect again