Island Atmosphere

From William Golding's Lord of the Flies

                         An island of enchantment

                     still as it stood under the green roof of shady palm trees.

 A great platform interrupts through the recognizing sand and lagoon.

It too stands enchanted under the caress of them criss-crossed coarse covered  palms. Them fruits and coconuts smothered the beach decomposed and contaminating.

                 The surreal and false creation was no more than fantasy of Ralph and Piggy.

Around surrounded the everblue cuticle of water and shined with replicas of the children. It made no mistake, bright with the efflorescence of tropical weed and coral.

My Booger

It was not long ago, when I thought I'd never meet someone like you. And wrong I was, thinking that I was in control. Believing I'd never fall again. All my life I thought no one would melt a heart like mine, a heart so sore and hardened by the past, a heart protected by shields so vast. Boy, I was wrong. And deep I fell, without even knowing. And they do say, yes, fall in love, but pray that there is someone to catch you. I lied when I said to myself. I could stop loving you. I lied to myself not because I wanted to, but only because I feel that this is too good to be true. To not abide our love is nonsense. To resist this love is futile. Had I gotten the chance to meet you earlier. To remind you that you were like my booger, and that I do always want to pick you first. To remind you that had you been my pickup line, I would always resort to you first. I don't want to do anything to hurt you. And I don’t want this to just be a memory. A memory, like a ghost that never haunts.

but I just need to know, do you have the same feelings that I have for you?

The Pedestrian Poem

Mad World

By Tony Qu

I once thought of the world I used to live in

Once  belonged,

Communicated and was communicated to,

Loved and was loved.

But where is all that now?

I walk down this empty street

A boulevard of captured souls

Not too long ago were we drifting spirits

Freed from the cursed boxes

How did we get here?

I wonder.

These abandoned streets

Patrolled by a police

No, that was before

A robot,

It stops me in my tracks and arrests me for walking.

A mad world we truly live in.                                          

                                                                            Qu Photography ©                

No longer is there passion or desire                    

A human’s will to live for a purpose                                   

No anxiousness for tomorrow                                                        
A mad world,

Caged within itself.

Night Time UBC

                              Edited from last picture

                                  Trippppyy

                                   Ominous night sky

                           A closer look inside...

 

Update

Hello,

As of now this blog is utterly hideous. If you were wondering if there are any useful information contained on this site besides this update blog, then unfortunatly for you, no there isn't. Although, I can now officially announce that I have just wasted 10 seconds of your time. Cheers!