Self titled single.

For worth ratio, its 6.8 billion to one chance of finding you

quote Lucky13

Subject relating to the title, this post has a special intention to explain the relationship between the writer and Ezza Melina. So the story has sensitive and specific values.

When I'm with her, some how, we relentlessly understand each other. We give and take, and this odd feeling emerges from the dust. We have this balanced equation that is stable depending on conditions. We introduce the catalyst which is communication and the chemical becomes an unbreakable bond.

When I talk to her, we lay the foundation to build a structure that can't be broken. We have an earthquake and yes we do panic, but we throw caution in the air. We stand strong for each other because we compensate for each others weakness, and yes it works. And I am confident to say that this building will stay standing even if a terrorist crashed a plane into us.

Sure we have our boiling point, what substance in this doesn't have it? We are still human but when I'm with her, I feel more than supernatural, beyond phenomenal. This is due to the chemistry we both share, or at least that's what I hope. Some how floating above cloud 9 isn't practical, that's why she reminds me to not overload the processor.

She is air to my lungs; but when I'm with her I feel breathless.

She is the cloud to my sky; the day won't seem right without her.

She is the tear in my eye; emotions she gives me are just to cry for.

She is the queen to my Majesties thrown; this country won't function peacefully without her.

She is the cotton in my pillow; the comfort she gives me is just magical.

She is the bullet in my gun; security to know that she's there.

She is the words in my book; without her, its impossible for me to write this post.

She is the petrol in my car; the drive she gives me to better myself is unspoken.

She is the numbers in an equation; I'm balance on way or another.

She is the workaholic in an office; determination to complete what I started.

She is the Shieldtox to my mosquito; rids of the self-destruction in me.

She is the lyric in my songs; some how poetry won't exist is she wasn't there.

She is the 1,183 horsepower in a Veyron ss; I can't do anything without the power she gives me.

She is the sun to my morning; inviting and some how you miss it at night.

She is the light to a dark room; to light the path and lead me from astray.

She is the reason I smile; more often than before.

Now it may seem that I have overrated her capabilities but I know that the tip of the ice berg.

You gave this being, what

Others would die for, and

Somehow I'm thankful, that

Someone has a heart, as

Big as the imagination can see.

quote Lucky13

I am alive again and it feels that I can feel my pulse again,

I am breathing normally even though air is thin in cloud 9,

I am what would people say 'Head over Heals',

I am happy for what you make me realise,

And that is, that you would be beside me no matter what.

quote Lucky13

Sincerely,

UmarHakim.

Architecture of Hopes.

For every glimpse into the future, it becomes clearer.

quote Lucky13

I haven't done this for long so be a critic and remind me of my errors.

I am what they call the brick in a wall; reliable, a cloud in the sky; fitting, a shoulder to cry; comforting and authorities nightmare; rebel.

I always see the silver lining in a person through their eyes, actions and reaction. I am what I self proclaim to be aware of others and is patient to figure their intentions. I am the one missing out cause I don't seem fit to posses this elixir of life. I stand at the corner of fate and destiny mixed with directions leading no where.

I am drawing the specifications for this almost impossible building to built. It requires a contractor that is willing to built this from the grown up with nothing but myself to work with. I dream to find this almost impossible companion as people would call it but patience is key. Who ever said that diamonds are made overnight from coal right? Genuine ones obviously.

So as I finish a family photo session, I got into the navigators seat of WTP 92 and we headed New Village. Mind you that this is based on true events but the names of the characters has been changed for privacy reasons. As Mr Wise drove to new village to attend an open house. I had the job of navigating. It took a while but we got to Ms Aminam's house.

From there, I had the pleasure of meeting people and Ms Ez. I was captivated and almost confident that I had found my contractor who would lay the bricks for my foundation of Hope. I was almost determined to initiate a conversation but I needed to survey the site before approving to lay the cinder blocks of Dreams.

I remember as we laid the first brick together to mark the beginning of dawn. We might have those rainy days but I have the ability to "Give & Take". So when those rainy days come forth, we shall play in the thunder and scream at the flash of lightning together.

Every time i speak with you, this foundation becomes stronger, the beams become thicker and the we learn where the crack are. And our nature is to patch things up. The contractor and the architect learns to compromise for the sake of strengthening the structure we both vision of building.

We may hope to build Hope on a basis of trust, compromise, and understanding. For each one achieved, we grow to learn more of each other everyday.

Not less than, but

More than what, we

Had hoped for, and

This is incredibly, always

Safe feeling Sayang.

quote Lucky13

When i close my eyes and the darkness appears,

Followed by silver lining that is Hope with smiles,

Cause it is you who brings hope served with faith,

For perfect is an understatement when mentioning you.

quote Lucky13

Sincerely,

Tadwinks.

Novacaine.

For this story, must not be written, must not be read but lived, fully.

quote Lucky13

I am what people may call odd ball, may call an outcast drifting with against the current that is society. I am what people would call strange.

I sing the revolution for those who are control by socialist. This may derive into different terms because to my loyal followers, i am the unwanted dark knight. Its my curse, its my name i bring to the grave, but i pity those who label and call names. I once dream of peace in my mind, but i realise that if i succeed in this peace, what would be the next step. Because i am inspired and provoked by dreams.

I started one day, i was from a well off family. Good lunch money, respectable parents, impressive private school, but i hate the fact that i was living in a perfect environment. Its not that i don't appreciate this life, its just that i want to see how people who isn't as lucky as i am. Curious as a cat, i dive into the dark sea and never wanted to submerge, i felt happy that i needed to work for my meal. Nothing would be handed to me, makes me appreciate the smaller things in life.

The small voice in my head said " 1 mile a day, keeps you away from those who search, 1 meal a day makes you appreciate this life". Life was hard, life was giving me no chances, something i liked, made me realise that this life has no regrets, free of responsibilities. But i contemplate with myself and argue that my responsibility is to keep myself alive everyday i wake up next to this garbage can with rats chewing on my shelter.

I start my new life on i realise that these people that barely remember their names, were actually someones child, wife, husband, parent but they were left to die with a debt to society. I was there to help those who needed it. I would consult each one of them, but sometimes i would sight of my main goal which was to help. Instead, i was preaching to the wrong crowd and change their state of mind. I was referred by others as a cult leader.

My intentions were simple, peace of mind, but the others got the wrong idea. The only opportunity i had was lost due to wrong believes and brain washing. I was not ready to abandon those who truly believed in a better tomorrow, but i wasn't ready to lead an army of brain washed zombies. So i was left with a dilemma and i was watched carefully by my followers. I manipulated this situation and leveraged my options to fall in ways i never would imagine.

Its was never my object, not my intentions to lead but consult to those who sincerely and genuinely need help. I am not god or a prophet but a well off person who led a good life and decided that life needed to be lived on the other side of the window pane.

Now i am those faces people wont remember, who has better things in their life. I am a shadow i society.

Heart beating, while

Palms sweaty, while

Floating feeling, and

Its cause i'm with you.

quote Lucky13

I shout to the world gently,

We should change this as a family,

I beat as one for many beats for others,

Cause when we stop looking for a hand,

That's when love truly gives no hand.

quote Lucky13

Sincerely,

Phone.

Magic Trick.

I have been on the brink of destruction, now i have been reincarnated.

quote Lucky13

Who lives with nothing to look forward must either be depressed or happy. No more, no less. We can dance until we die, but where is the point in that, exactly how life should be looked at.

We miss classes, we drives aimlessly, we kiss unwillingly, we shout for the fun of it, we smoke for that feeling, we write to express, we breathe but we don't we realise it, we call out for help, we ignore others calling, we have our accidents, we laugh for the moment, we sing to that anthem, we scream out loud. What does all of these actions have in common, we somehow have done this at least once in our life right?

So why does this mean that we are diverse, why does our nightmare become real everyday, why do we wake up in the morning, why? We can always these questions in life like why do we live. But the real fact is that we need to realise what we are capable of, and what we can do with this supernatural attribute within us.

It might not be much to listen, talk or help but in some ways, we all need to balance these 3 characteristics out. For our life needs that balance in order to progress to have better understanding and a clearer picture. It doesn't hurt to have too much of something good, don't take my word for it. Why listen to someone when you can experience it, you just have to open your hearts to anything and anything will open up to you.

I wasn't much of a writer way back when, i had an illusive mind, i get my share of sugar high, i was fond of getting into my mind. I am still fond of those above but because those are the cinder blocks of my foundation and the perspective towards life. I might look at it odd from other eyes but in mine, it has a rainbow, a silver lining, a thunder in the rain. Yes, i am happy.

I have happiness, hope and excitement in life. Why do i ask myself? Because of an illusive mind has a certain captivating effect on me. I can be calm and happy sincerely, not rain on others happiness and somehow still put an umbrella on those who needs guidance. I still save my compassion and reason for those who truly deserves it. After all, your my wonderwall.

How i wonder how to explain my nature in life, maybe being dance in guidance? I help with the possibility of excitement in everything i do. I might be full of myself, or maybe i might be under minding myself. The key words is maybe, and i won't label myself, but for those who do, please tell me, in a wave, in a text, in a call, in a thunder, in a flash. Shout it.

For a summary of this story book, it isn't a fairy tale, it isn't a horror movie, but its a just life true story softly spoken rudely.

And i wonder how i ever, close

The doors to an opportunity, cause

The window opens suddenly, and

Somehow more than just wind came in.

quote Lucky13

Glimpse of light amongst the horizon,

Shutter banging against courage,

Out spoken louder than a guitar,

A lions roar not for adrenaline,

Beauty striking the stars dangerously,

For an illusive mind, is a frantic one.

quote Lucky13

Sincerely,

Track 13.

Toy Car.

We all have a purpose, its just not written for that destroy the purpose

quote Lucky13

I am nothing but i try make something from it, for inventions where nothing at first. This is my inspiration for piece in my mind.

I wasn't the genius who conjured up ideas for simplicity, i wasn't responsible for no atom bomb dropped to over power. I was the person who thought of ideas of bringing piece his self preservation. But behind every great man, there was greater inspiration and this is my story.

For the cure of an imperfect mind was not simple, it wasn't discovered, but it could be planned and mapped with proper scheming to suppress its capability to destroy no one but the owner itself. My psychologist was my inspiration, she made me find a cure for the sane mind. Why sane you may ask?

I was fond of beautiful art such as literature, painting and even music. These 3 helped me coop with the every day stress i proceeded to own with my history of constant mental and emotional breakdowns. So what my psychologist recommended was just simply blocking it out. I would tell you how i would build my wall a little later.

I made it my goal in life to satisfy everyones needs before mine and it was the selfless thing ever thought of by any man. I had a vision where it was polite to smile, to frown in public. It must be sincere for it will tell others if you had a problem or if you could help resolve their problems. My simple understanding of this rule was my law, my declaration and my way.

I had a slight glitch in my mind, for it wasn't perfect. So why didn't that stop me? Cause even i needed help in order to show others that the excellent example for a cure was freedom of expression. Talk things through, letting the problems out was better than suppressing it for cowards would hide in the dark.

My psychologist didn't know that it was her who had helped me build my wall. It was then i realise that this not any normal person. This was when i realised that she had the same meaning in life. But if only she knew how the words would fall out of my mouth, cause post-depression makes it harder to express his heart.

Truth unveils its most wicked, presence

At the first fight with struggle, nothing

Would stand in my way, while

I built this wall.

quote Lucky13

She had a purpose to fulfil,

She shared a common interest,

She had the same mind-set,

For she is a complex understandable person.

quote Lucky13

Sincerely,

7-11Stories.

Broken.

We seal our fate with every action permitted by our mind

quote Lucky13

This is a story, of who lives on the dangerous side of life. Who wanders with a pistol in his pocket cocked and ready to choke the hammer if someone looks at him differently.

A state of confusion, my mind wonders aimlessly to regain self pity for my crimes committed towards innocent souls. I was determine that i would die by my own hands, whether if it was smoking or driving recklessly. You and i know that it wont happen cause of natural causes. Unlucky as this predicament i put myself into, but we indirectly kill ourselves with the nonsense we do everyday. No one lives forever, so why not live it?

I was caught for driving under the influence or D.U.I as its popularly called amongst my peers. I was so high on grass and was so drunk with alcohol that i couldn't remember what happened. Black-out as my friends would refer too, i remember only blue lights, walking in a line, falling and me in the back with cops sitting in front. I was in inconsiderable amounts of trouble but i couldn't remember how i dealt it with my parent because i ran away. I took my car and what was left of my savings.

I used my car to earn myself money, whether if it was a scam, smuggling or even robberies. I was the wheel-man and my machine and i have a special bond. I was the youngest Wheel-Man in the game and i came highly recommended. But how could i get mixed up into some gangster rubbish?

How ever i look at this situation, this wasn't my most pleasant memory as my car was impounded until further notice which was caused by the gangsters that i didn't please. I fought back with my idea of revenge. It was perfect until the point where a hit was put on me by an unknown gang. This made me driven, so angry and very dangerous. I broke into the impound lot and stole back my car.

But in the process, i received a few bullet holes and the only thing that i was pissed was that they shoot at me and my car. So i ran over most of the police with god as my witness. No one understood my actions. Not even that man in the mirror. I guess it was instinct, and pure adrenaline that gave me courage to do the stupid thing i did.

After loosing a pint of blood, i stopped at a petrol station all messed up. I wouldn't want to be remember as the man who gave up in the toilet. I heard sirens, i saw blue lights and my only thought was suicide. I was laughing at the brilliant one night stand idea, go out with a bang. Blow this whole petrol station and kill myself in the process.

My plan was carried to dedication of triumph, and i succeeded with the beautiful colours of red. I lost my life, but gain happiness with my dying legacy.

We lived to be driven, whether

It was rage, courage, anger or danger, it

Made a character so bold, no

One could define for it is original.

quote Lucky13

Sugar coat this line and lick this pistol,

That didn't mean i was living on the edge,

I was just living with my own demon,

For i don't run away from my problems,

But i stared it at in the eyes and provoke.

quote Lucky13

Sincerely,

ManiacInMe.

Highway.

Were for passion in us, we cry for motivation when its needed best, sometimes we just need a push

quote Lucky13

Here's a story of hero, but he is unwanted at times, but he would be remembered as the guy who saved it all.

So i am not your average life saver, i don't lift truck, stop trains, save a crashing plane or even save the world from global catastrophe. I am the man who matter when he people needs him. I don't want to remember but only acknowledged, I don't want the worlds attention. Just your attention and listen closely.

I am never motivated because of my recent nemesis, depression. It is my kryptonite, and i suffer from it like a disease spreading through my blood vain. I need my super power to counter this attack, I can't use adrenaline as a substitute to fuel my pleasure of making smiles. I won't want to contradict myself even more, the super hero who needs to be saved. If i can't save myself, how would i help others?

I hide this depression, only tell those who knew my alter-ego. I was the one who needed to be saved from a car crash eminent to happen at any point in my life. I met this Wonder Woman and mind you, she has the same purpose in life. She lives to help, to make others smile, and she too suffer from kryptonite fever. I guess its like Ironman and his ego, they help compensate for each other. They must compromise in order for balance to be restored.

I know, this is how we would help each other. I would open and converse with Wonder Woman, she would help make me realise that life is symphony, every breathe is a cord, good or bad. I know that every chapter is a sonnet in the process, it has a few defects but its give the sonnet more character and detail. My symphony would have its drama, its ups and downs, but who ever said being a hero was easy, they must not know what i do.

I conduct, sing, but most importantly, i compose this heroic story for others don't see that this normal average Joe has weakness. For my nemesis would grow stronger, i would not hand my powers in to anyone, for they won't fulfil this story and its hard for someone to take control of my dynasty. I want to help, for the sake of helping, no medal, no reward needed. Just your ears listening and your hearts opening to what i say.

So before i divert more, let i, for the author and composer continue this tale. I needed, i begged for help. I was simply crying and self-destructing from my thought provoking itself to cause complete mayhem. But the results are not on the surface for man wear a skin to hide his emotions. It is almost impossible for another to unveil this second skin, but it could be done with gentle hands. It has been done, and in return, Wonder Woman to wants me to never fake a smile for that bottles my emotions.

I am a recovering hero, i am not content anymore, but genuinely happy and i hope to one day to never hang my cape for i don't want others to lose purpose when i am happy. Instead, i want them to see my true self, for even a hero would fall and crumble, but how massive this burden maybe, i can rise from the ashes and would never lose sight of what i was born for.

I only hope that others would understand, that even the best of us may fall deep, may lose hope. But hope would never run, it will be waiting at the gates for you.

Being content, maybe

Just enough, but

It may not be everything, for

Its only blunt end to happiness.

quote Lucky13

I scream with my eyes, for i need help,

So for those who look deeper, may find,

A darker story, but before the dawn,

The night is darkest with the moon missing

quote Lucky13

I aimlessly help to satisfy myself

quote Lucky13

Sincerely,

Hope,Redemption,Happiness.

Kill the Silence.

From all this ghost that I see, I only notice one smiling

quote Lucky13

How i would imagine things and they happen. I have this power, and I have a weak mind.

I am what people would say different, people would refer to me as the 4th coming before the end of days. I did not ask for this throne, i did not want this responsibility and i certainly would not want my fathers legacy. My brothers posses more of the family traits where as I would have a different mind set of this world.

I was told to kill or be killed. My brothers would kill not for gain but for sport, for the crazy feeling they so need every time a hunt is on. I would play with my prey, the slow game, the manipulation and drive them to suicide. I was their worst memory and I was in their shadows haunting their presence. I would whispers into your ears, would taunt you and give the gun that let you pull the trigger. Self destructing yourself all together. My father would praise me but he said "You are not bringing numbers like your brothers, this method is a practise that must be stop".

I ran away to find solitude, and when my feet landed on Earth. I was suddenly stronger, I felt my senses enhanced, and gift even stronger. It was rage that would give me focus, it was pain that drove me to better my skills. I remember walking past a priest and he would say "I know you, the fall upon us, you are the beast". I would react by getting into his mind, control his every movement and I would let him walk the streets aimlessly. He suffered a painful death, and would spend a considerable amount of time at my home.

I loved the game, I was on the point of no return until suddenly. I had walk into a cinema and forced the ceiling to fall onto innocent sinless people. It was chaos with shouting, crying and dying. It was as if I had found piece in me until suddenly, I saw this girl walking towards me wanting to help. I was so kind as to give assistance and end her misery but I could not read her, control her or even posses her. It was a mountain i could not conquer, a mind to strong to control. I stared into her eyes as that was the way to gain access to her subconscious and taping her most sacred memories and just suck them dry leaving into depression. It did not work.

I was approached by her and she just grab my hand and run to exit. I was shell shocked for a moment, I was left confused for a while until paramedics checked up on me. They were shocked at how high my temperature was, and how they could not find a heart beat or a pulse. I asked them to look into my flaring eyes and they begged for the pain for the pain to stop. I found the one who saved me, she asked me "Your different".

My world came to an abrupt halt and hell froze over due to power struggle. I was in piece with myself, she made me feel simple but yet special at the same time. She was who made the line between right and wrong clear. Somehow I was happy but unhappy as I had found a new lust other than the blistering out cry every victim made. I was in a very delicate dilemma, sacrifice every thing I have and learn to love or sacrifice her to maintain everything I have. I was not ready to let go everything, my blood line, my gifts and finally, my immortality but no one is ready to give anything up.

So i made my decision to give good thing i had and just let things play its role. I was given a ceremony and my father was furiously upset for the fact that i had given up everything I had worked so hard to gain, but he too wanted a long blood line. So he was kind enough to let me keep my gifts. I was amazed by the only single act of kindness that my father has shown towards. So i shall be happy, i shall be sad and i shall be considerate.

I had a lover, and she was my air for my lungs. I could not go another day without being in her presence. She was the light in my dark and depressing life. But we had a love and hate relationship that would certainly determine the fate of humanity but she did not realise that i was the ghost in every ones dreams. I was shattered by her remorse towards my actions, and she left me with one small intention. And that was to kill her just to let her die before the 5th upcoming, which was in fact, my brother bringing piece right before the end of days.

I had sacrifice her as i saw her future, and she was a slave to my father. So i had send to Heaven to allow her to repent for her past sins. I loved her, and now the love drove me to better this already dead world.

I was distracted,

I was self-destructing,

I was sure of this to come,

Till you pulled me away from on the on-coming bus.

quote Lucky13

Being happy makes me, and me only

Feel like the holes filled with nothing,

But it waits to be filled something,

Something that can't be explain,

But only expressed, maybe its only me

Cause this is how i feel the stories recline,

And this is how my depression appears,

With nothing left, but something

To give to others without,

The hope of returning from others

quote Lucky13

Sincerely,

LostDreams