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You, have chanced upon this utterly ridiculously interesting blog owned by me, Jean.
I don't like long introductions though.
So all you need to know is my name and that I like:
Pop, Rock, Metal, CPop, KPop, JPop,
Show Luo,
DBSK,
Hey Monday.
2 best friends,
1. Pink Care Bear
2. Pink Tortoise
There he stood, like a shy living statue, awaiting his future. He wouldn't budge, he couldn't care for to him it was merely just a game. Oh no, there wasn't a dice, nor a board, nor any money involved. Like how a schoolboy would, he blushed as if it was normal and hid his hideous face.
His friends never understood him, not for a single bit. All he needed was a card up his sleeve to master what we call, this game. He did not cheat, he did not violate, nor brought any money along. Like how a schoolboy would, he blushed and raised his head and smiled, a charming smile.
It was a game with no rules. It was a game that anyone can play. It was a game, a disastrous game. It was a game that he decided to play.
It was rather simple to win, in fact a little too simple. All he needed to do was to flash that card, and he'd win, a very easy win. Unaware of the consequences, he continued, each time a different victim. No one seem to knew what it was as if it was simply magic.
They'd get blinded by the very light that shone, from him. Before walking towards it naively, unconsciously. The path would take months to travel, bringing with it sore feet and teary eyes. But that did not falter them as they continued to travel, hypnotized.
Slash! Came the first wound by an unknown object but they continued, blood oozing. Bang! Came the second shot, the light piercing right into their very eyes, torturing them from within.
The plain white floor was stained with fresh red, bright, glistening with the light. When they finally reach their destination, they were worn out. Sucked out of their blood, worned out by their feet, even the moisture was gone. They smiled, foolishly at this guy standing infront of them.
He wasn't good-looking, neither was he rich. He wasn't there when they needed him, neither did he care. All he did was smile, and act, with his fantabulous acting skills. All they cared was about him, just like how his spell worked out.
Slash! Came the third wound so hard and fast that they collapsed, almost immediately. Bang! Came the last and final shot, sending them down to eternal darkness, Where they couldn't see anything else, anymore.
And there and then, the game ended. With a loud boom, sparks flew and his friends knew it was time to celebrate. For what, they never knew. All the knew was that he won again, and they could get free drinks. - Been some time since I last wrote a poem. Wanted to elaborate on this but my heart refuses to. I admit it's rather shabby and doesn't even SOUND like one. =.= I'm losing my literature skills (not I even had it in the first place) Maybe I'll write a better one I'm free. Thinking of returning to fictionpress. Hmm..
