broylim / catalog

You’re WELCOME

I’ll say again, “Don’t touch me!”
I don’t remember approving
your skin against mine
in this disgusting manner

Just on the surface
I might give a face that doesn’t show
the past assassin I wanted to be
that’s because you don’t know me

You’re welcome
to watch my hellish smile

This message is straightforward
No need for decorative words
I’m not your puppet nor toy
my smile does not entertain you

So, get a life, get a toy
don’t touch me, I’m no fun

You’re welcome
to get your filthy paws off me

You’re welcome
but I won’t do it for you

Written for all those who have people judging them, making fun of them, irritating the hell out of them. If they don’t know of your past, they are just ignorantly stupid. They should just go keep themselves entertained instead of seeking fun in others (e.g. bullying).

Every child has a place to go
where the animals filled with cotton
start to dance to the melody
so sweet and innocent

When time goes by, the clouds darken
and so does the hearts of the angels
once light and white

But everyone still believes
in the backyard of fantasy

Even when we grow older
we’ll still fight for the land
we still see in our childish sleep
the one and only freedom key

Even when the truth is harsh
reality will never be a door
The rhythms will go on
and even with tears, we will smile

When time goes by, the sun will rise
we will believe in the backyard of fantasy
that we built with our own hands
day after day

lost compass

I hear the free birds
singing their songs
once again

The atrocious acting
all came to an end
No more dark clouds

Don’t know what’s in front
I will just go with the wind

Direction is overrated
Sometimes all it requires
to find your way
is a blind heart of innocence

Having no goals
is the best wild card in life
because after all
nothing is certain

Don’t want to know what’s in front
I will just go with the wind

The black veil over my head
covers the deadly scars
of the past acid burns
the tears that dried into the skin

Recently, this ballroom is crowded
People with thick make-up to hide
the reality behind their sneers

This high-class lifestyle of the riches
probably doesn’t suit the real me at all…

In the forest layered with ash
the path leads down the abyss, into darkness
I don’t want to go down this road I didn’t choose
I will detour through the trees, even if it cuts

Poisonous potions and sharp stabs
these dancers show their true colors
their final act came to an end

Acting as if I really cared or give a damn
really makes me wonder who I really am…

In the forest layered with ash
Even if grazed and sliced by thorns of burnt roses
I won’t regret the moment when I make my own crossroad
I will detour through the trees, and get out

One day, I will see the sun again
Leaving the music playing behind
I won’t turn back this time

BITTER PILL

Tired of trying to put on
a desirable face for you to see
Haven’t you sense the inner desires
of a prisoner longing to break free?

Why won’t you just burn the book
that locks away the sweet melodies
Excruciating pain splits my head
I can’t even see the way

Can’t wait to be rescued
Can’t wait to be alive again

I don’t want to be sick of this
simply because it’s not my choice
to be suffering this illness caused by rules
It’s the medicine that I have to take

Are you not sick of this whole blood-drawing affair?
What right have you got to speak
when the taste is not under your tongue
It’s the medicine that I have to take

But I’m not sick to begin with
No, I won’t take your medicine no more…

Inspired by the fact that many of us are restricted from doing the things we like, having our own say, doing things freely and basically, we’re just stuck bolts and nuts in a system where we have no choice but to go on bitterly. 

RUNWAY

At the end of the road
the light shines intensely
But that brightness is scary
filled with uncertainties

Sometimes, we run in the opposite direction
Fearful of the unknown future
Who can blame us for being human?

In the end, we will still have to advance

With a fierce strut, heads held high
We walk down straight, off the sides
With piercing eyes glaring straight
It’s time for the light to dissipate

Even if it’s beautiful
the mesmerizing flickers seemed unreal
It questions our standards
of being worthy of the prize

In the end, we have nowhere to run

With a fierce strut, heads held high
Even if the light is frightening, we walk
With piercing eyes glaring straight
The secrets will all dissipate

Nowhere to run now, we have to go
Might as well do it fiercely
and break that glow

I need something to motivate myself with so I wrote this piece which I was meant to write long long time ago but lacked the inspiration…

Last bullet

It’s killing you, isn’t it?
The little demons
that runs in your dreams

They feed off your desire
to escape from this world
But who are we to blame them
for wanting this freedom?

If you continue to entertain them
they will not stop pestering you

You won’t die from the changes
But you will definitely drown
if you cannot change accordingly

And I thought I was afraid of adaptation…

Once they get tired, they will disappear
No longer will they rule in that small hole
because reality is so much bigger

In their dreams, they act like kings
But honestly, their reality stinks

BUT!!

It’s actually ourselves that’s murdering ourselves. Come on~ Some superiors are only good when they are in their empire. In the real world, reality, they are just like us and no longer rule~ So who gives a damn about them right? Let them continue to live their dream in their Lala-land while we continue to strive in OUR REAL WORLD!

W-here

Balance never seem to exist
in this restrictive place we call home
Though it feels familiar
we all feel alone

We can’t always fight reality
but at least we know our fantasies

Did you hear my silent cry?
For you to look in my direction
so that I can catch a glance
to cure this missing illness

This is not our fantasy
but it’s only a temporary reality

Nightmares all come to an end
because of our strength to push through
Soon, we’ll both see the light
when our distance cease to exist

That’s when reality ends
and we continue to live in our real fantasy
where you exist

Those senseless judgments made me sick
because they were baseless and stupid
Just like how an amateur criticizes
a perfect masterpiece

Do you even know the capabilities of creativity?
Or does your delusional sense of the world traps you
in the universe of assumed righteousness

The weirdest things are sometimes the most beautiful
unlike the stereotypical textbook solutions you see
but since you do not understand beauty
so what’s the point of explaining?

Do you even know how to appreciate?
Or do just love to blindly dictate
whatever you do not comprehend

To me my confidence, to you I’m arrogant
this box won’t be closing on me
So long as I’m comfortable with my standard
Whatever you say won’t matter at all

If you do not know artistry
then you will never see the magnificence
of the many talents around

But again, I don’t care because you lose out
of the elegance and grace that blossom vibrantly

Inspired by the failure he sees in me,
and the success and creative energies I see in myself

Sometimes as artists/writers, people judge your works. 
I realize that it’s perfectly fine to get angry because they don’t understand your piece
Just be sure that at the end, you laugh at their incapability of appreciating art

This piece goes out to all the artists and the likes who gets criticized.
Keep going on! Creative energies cannot be stopped!