about the escaper
Joseph Quek
1611.1992
I lived in States while it petty cold here. Well I'm going home, Back to the place where I belong, And where your love has always been enough for me. I'm not running from. No, I think you got me all wrong. I don't regret this life I chose for me. But these places and these faces are getting old, So I'm going home. Well I'm going home.

past escapes
June 2007
July 2007
August 2007
September 2007
October 2007
November 2007
December 2007
January 2008
February 2008
March 2008
April 2008
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June 2008
July 2008
August 2008
September 2008
October 2008
November 2008
December 2008
May 2009

soul mates
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tuesdaynight
*For the glow effect tutorial.
Date: Thursday, September 13, 2007
Time: 9:58 PM
MURDER

ADVANCE NOTICE: This is an original poem made by me...,, sorry if it's dark. I wrote this poem because I cannot take anymore the things the bitchy girls do to me... here it is..

Murder

I've committed a murder
And it's the best one I've ever done.
I used a single knife,
But managed to kill their lot.

Their blood falling down,
Still with the frightened look in their eyes.
I love to see them hopeless...
They won't ever bug me again...

This murder I've done,
I don't regret it.
They made my life a living hell,
And so these murders, they deserve.

Murder is what they've got,
When they don't know when to stop.
I may not look like a murderer,
But it's not all in the outside.

All these times I've been silent,
All these times I've been tortured...
I'll murder them if they won't stop,
So better keep their mouth shut tight...


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ayan....,, i made this poem when i was SO LEFT OUT.

they can see me alone... why didn't they made a conversation with me? it was dark... and quiet that time...DAMN THOSE GIRLS.

haays. please tell me something about this poem...
NEGATIVE OR POSITIVE, I'LL ACCEPT..
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