Poem: The Sky

I haven't updated in SOOOOOOO long... And I haven't written any poems in probably just as long =X

Anyway, I suddenly got an inspiration the other day on the way to school... After so many months ^^;;

This is especially dedicated to Manda, Clar and Chris... And any of my other friends who feel that they can connect with this poem =) Heh...

The Sky

You are the one who will always be there;
The one who quietly listens, and
The one who does not judge.

You have your days;
Sometimes clear,
. Sometimes Covered with White Clouds, or
. . Covered with Gray Clouds, or
. . . . Bothered by thunderstorms.

But you will always be there,
Behind the rain,
Behind those clouds,
Behind the passing trees,
Behind the gloomy, four walls of the room I have to face
Everyday.

I may not be able to see you all the time,
But I take comfort
In knowing that you are always still there;
Always ready to greet me.

People may change,
People may grow distant, and
People may betray others.

But you
Will always be on my side,
Will always listen,
Will never judge.

And I take comfort in your presence.

Signing off... ...

Poem: The Fire

Wrote a new poem quite a couple of weeks back during lecture:

The burn

of wood,

       of oil,

  of pure black charcoal

     stank, and

 suffocated,

Darkening the surroundings, and

removing the red, the blue, and

the green, leaving

nothing but the gray.

And black.

Signing off... ...

Random Poem: The Significant Other

Warning: Random poem

I Look,
At The Scar That Marrs
The Ugly Face Before Me.

I Laugh,
And Pass,
With A Grimace,
A Cream,
To Heal The Scar That Showed.

I Look,
At The Splint That Digs
Deep Into The Side Of The Ugly Face.

I Sigh,
I Berate,
And Pull,
With Unecessary Force,
To Kindly Extract The Splint From the Face.

I Feel,
With A Jolt,
As Another Punches Me Across My Face.

I Fall,
Painfully,
A Stinging In My Cheek,
Numbing My Jaw,
Numbing My Senses.

I stood shakily,
trembling,
shocked
at the impact.

I blindly grope,
looking
for a friend,
for a wall,
for a support,
to steady me.

I fall as I miss,
and paused,
as I saw a drop of water
land on the floor.

I stood again,
and glanced at the other,
and saw
tears,
falling
from the eyes of his ugly face.


A/N: Thanks to the one who gave me the inspiration for this ;) Short drabble? Dunno, written in a rush in about a half hour or less. I ought to go sleep now ^^;; Goodnight!

Signing off... ...

The Rainbow

The Rainbow

The still night air
Cools
Beyond normal temperatures,
Causing hair to stand,
Causing bodies to shiver.

From blue,
To indigo,
To violet,
To black
With a light sheen of white.

Stars that once shone,
The moon that had brightened the
Night sky, now
Hide
Behind sheets of thick, dark, wool

Without the knowledge
Of the people,
Darkening the calm dark, and
Chilling
The cool air.

The night deepens,
And the air
Chill, ever the more,
Ever the more
Fiercely.

The drums beat,
Silently, then
Louder,
Disturbing but only
Few occupants.

Droplets of tears,
Of blood,
Of sweat,
Fall, and
Beat, against the ground

To be absorbed
Wholly,
Silently,
Consistently,
By the earth.

Hours pass
Stealthily,
Consistently,
The beating of drums
Ever louder than before

Along with the
Consistent
Pitter-patter of droplets
Against grass,
Against soil

Drowning
The earth,
The grass,
Transforming
Green to Brown.

The darkness part, after hours,
With no moon,
With no stars, leaving
Nothing,
But the cool, still air.

Of red,
Of orange,
Of yellow,
As rays penetrate, through the
Thickness of the night before.

Dissipating,
Separating, the pure
White of the morning,
Against the
Green of the earth.

Leaving,
But the crystal
Result
Of the rumbles
Of the night.

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A/N: =) Another rather uplifting poem, I guess..? Waddya think..? Title gives everything away... but ah well.


Signing off... ...

Untitled Poem, sudden inspiration of desperation

A light shines bright, in a distance, and
Feet start to move, aimlessly towards it
Maneuvering
Out of the endless dark.

Footsteps heavy,
The sound of dragging feet,
Resound through the silence,
Breaking
the otherwise noiseless vacuum.

The light nears, and
Footsteps quicken,
Desperate, and
Unaware.

Eager body
Hit against seemingly non-existent wall,
of the Strong tornado
Standing guard.

Some energy drains, and
A piece of soul
Rips from the body, that now lay
A metre away.

Feet regain their balance,
And continue
Their shaky steps
Towards hope.

Body and resistance
Clash once more,
Familiar pain, mixed with
Unfamiliarity.

Drops of liquid
Fall,
Marring the perfect marble landing, and
Leaving its irrevocable stains.

Piece by piece of soul,
Tear from the lifeless body,
Leaving, after futile efforts,
a souless, lifeless doll.

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A/N: Okay, don't ask me what I'm writing. I don't know. The words came after all, it seems. ^^; Ah well. Okay, I ain't kidding myself and saying this is a poem. My poems have been nothing much but story telling. Got lots to learn.

Okay... MUST STUDY!!!! ARGH!!! @#%@#$%#^


Signing off... ...
Desperate for focus.

Listening creates brain power

One step to the left,
One step to the right,
Tip-a-tapping,
Tip-a-tapping.

A lift of the chin,
A lift at the lips,
A spin to the left,
A spin to the right.

A look in the mirror,
A single figure,
With graceful leaping,
With perfect turnings.

Another figure,
With powerful actions,
Take heavy quicksteps,
Turn precise turnings.

Slow start and hold,
And then a quick push,
To facilitate sharp turns
To convey strong feelings.

Varying styles,
And personalities,
Fuse together,
And explode on contact.

But a sudden
trip,
Hard contact on floor,
Stop the turns,
Stop the leaps.

Hands assist,
And pain forgot,
Two figures again,
Stand up tall.

Frequent crashes,
Frequent pushes,
Interrupt rhythm,
Interrupt song.

But steps to the left,
Steps to the right,
A look to the right,
A look to the left,

Give the same
Lift of the chin,
Give the same
Lift at the lips.

As time pass by,
And patterns are noted,
As habits are learnt
And understanding taught,

The figures learn
A new complement, of
Tip-a-tapping,
Turn-a-turning.

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What?: Omg. Is that even my style of writing? I did try to write something slightly different to emphasise something... but some parts seem somewhat like someone else's style. I hope not, though...... Some parts just sounded extremely strange and 'urgh' to me. But ah well. Never mind. I'm rather satisfied with it =^^= There. My first poem that's not exactly sad and stressful. =) [Of all the times I have words that flow... It _always_ comes when I'm stressed or when I'm hard-pressed for time -___-"]

Listening, and arguing: Taken from an article:

To break the bad habit of arguing, ask for peoples opinions, and listen without
saying anything. Ask them to clarify, but don't offer even one contrary idea. If
you do this enough, you'll be surprised by how much you learn. Some of us
habitual debaters are also surprised by how difficult this simple technique can
be, but it works.

Hmm... Not that difficult for me, I think- =) Unless I'm being insulted in the process... And yea, I guess I do learn a lot. ^^ But hmm... This does sound rather familiar... Have I blogged about something similar before..? Can't remember.


Signing off... ...
Surprisingly cheerful, back to work.

High-tide, from 27/11/05

She lies
tied up and bound,
Open, Vulnerable,
against the sand.

The tide comes in,
the sound of water crashing against the shore,
ringing in her ears,
Each much louder than the one before.

The water level steadily rises,
crashing against her body relentlessly.
She panics.

She struggles against her bonds,
futile,
as the tide comes in still faster,
covering her legs.

Higher,
and higher.

It reaches for her face,
it's waves beating against her,
leaving her spluttering,
and helpless.

The water level continues to rise,
ignoring her cries of protest,
suffocating her.

Drowning her.


Signing off......
Come what may, I am here for you to deal as you wish

Torrental Rains

the Rains pour,
Day after
Day after
Day.

seemingly harmless Rains,
drizzle, and
Pour, with
occasional winds,
aggravating conditions.

seemingly harmless Rains
cause damage
Day after
Day after
Day,
catching people unawares.

It pours while at home,
drizzles while at the arcade,
pours while at Sentosa,
pours at the beach.

Floods start coming in,
the seemingly harmless Rains,
causing more damage
than expected.

Rescue missions ensue
precautions taken
good wishes exchanged

All to no avail.

Finally,
the Rains lighten.
Some things lost,
some things gained.

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Argh, semi messed up post, but ah well. Lots to talk about actually... Google Blogger deleted another post of mine and now I'm just super scared of typing long entries... -_____-" Anywayz, till I find the time to rant again...


Signing off... ...
Rush

The Baby

The baby
Stands, then
Falls, with a loud
Thud.

He cries out in
momentary Pain
then Stands again, then
Falls
Again.

3 times,
4 times,
10 times.

The baby
no longer
cries.

At each Fall,
he Stands
Again.
At each Fall,
he turns
Stronger.

Years pass, and
the baby
learns
the use of railings, and
the ability to balance.

But one day,
hands push
shove
slap, and he
Falls again.

Without any

support,

the hard contact

Hurts.

he gropes
for a railing
for an outstretched hand
for a form of support, while
flesh
hurt.

The grown baby,
back to Square 1.
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A/N: Okay, that looked quite haphazard... I think my ability to write has disappeared... -__-" Ah well. It'll have to do.


Signing off... ...

If I was no longer me

Before you read this... I'd like you know that this is not for a single individual. The you is _you_.

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If I was no longer me,
If I no longer talk like me,
If I no longer speak like me,
would you still care?

If I was no longer me,
would you still talk to me
confide in me
hug me?

If I was no longer me,
will you still let me
hear your laughter
problems
tears?

If I was no longer me,
will you still
listen to me
spend time with me
hold me together?

If I was no longer me,
would you hate me?

If I hated myself,
would you forgive me
even if I could not
bring myself to?

If I wanted you to hate me...

Would you?

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A/N: Don't know what this is.


Signing off... ...

The General

The one in control,
yet not
The one.

Plans
mapped out in front of him,
each dot
cross
and flag.

He turns
to his left
to his right
to see his men,

Millions
on his left,
Millions
on his right.

All
in support.

He Waits,
for the
Signal
to start.

A few seconds,
minutes,
pass

In wait
for the Emperor's
Command.

The bell rings,
the door
Slams
open.

the Decree
tears the map,
Scattering
the intricate dots,
crosses
and flags
across the floor, and
across the room.

He stands, then
Bows Low
to the Decree
as His men
still stand with their heads high,
still standing tall.

Millions
on his left,
Millions
on his right.

All
in support
of His old plans.

He looks up,
as the Decree pats his head
in Approval, then
Slaps
his face
in Disapproval.

Once.

Twice.

His face stays
Straight,
while the
Millions
on his left,
Millions on his right,
Wince.

He Bows,
Stiffly,
face
Inscrutinable.

the Decree
Strokes
his hair in mock
Affection
then
Slaps

Once.

Twice.

Again.

the
Millions
on his left,
Millions
on his right,
Narrow
their eyes

and yet
He Stands
with a Straight
face

because He knows the
Millions
on his left,
Millions
on his right are

All still
in support.

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A/N: Stroke of inspiration.


Signing off... ...

The Undignified Teddy

White slabs
Tear
away from its body

while another
Brown
Black
Grey
stitch themselves on.

Gone
are the simple patterns now
replaced
with fanciful gaudy colours
and complicated patterns.

"How beautiful"
Someone gasps
at the discolouring teddy

one eye larger
than the other,
one arm different
from the other,
one leg shorter
than the other.

No longer beautiful.

No longer nice to look at.

A revolting teddy

that onlookers
Gag at.

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A/N: Yoz, funny thing is I forgot why I wrote that... ^^;; Hm... If I remember I'll say why again in the future-- =)

Rolling, rolling, rolling...

A man rolls down the slope,
his body turning over and over
and over.

His head spins along with his turns
moving faster and faster
and with greater intensity.

his initial smile
Breaks
periodically
to contain his nausea,

and a voice chides him
for his Inability
to control his speed and
Increasing fear.

But he can only roll on,
and Wait
for the Ride
to stop.

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Okay, here's my blog entry! ^^;;

Assignments: Okay, I still have like a ton of assignments due soon... the one I'm panicking most about being the one due this Tuesday... I hardly understand the topic and well... Ya. I forced myself out of the mood early this morning to go sleep, and now I can't get back on track. Gah. >_< Shtupid me.

Lack of sleep: For the past couple of days, I've been sleeping and waking to do a wee bit of work, and then sleeping again. Which meant that I kept sleeping with my glasses on and my lappy, light and everything else switched on. I think I'll have to control my sleeping/working habits a little better from now on...

Birthdays: Hm. Here I thought that most of the birthdays I know occured in September (like Clar, 'Man, Momo, Deone etc)... but over the past few days I've received birthday alarms for 4 people already =S Like... Whaaa??? >_< Not that I'd attend to all of them, but still... Gah. Ah well.

Confidence: Okay, I've just been told by my teammates that I need to be more authoritative, and by my lecturer (to my mum) that I give the impression that I have no confidence. So I need to be more agressive, my mum concluded. Errr.... Like, huh??? >_< Okay... some guy from my class last year told me that a couple of people saw me as 'arrogant' and 'selfish', but I felt (though it's quite mean) that they were the ones being selfish when they gave that conclusion... I don't know what to believe though. Yes, the confidence thing I've noticed too... but I'm pretty much an introvert... so... Not that easy... -_-"


Signing off... ...
Peanuts, Coconuts and Cashew nuts are good...

Mirror half and talk with manda & Sugino

I look into the eyes in the mirror
Filled with fear.
Its usual cheer
Devoured by his other half.

The gaze
Burns me
And I look away

To soothe the flames
That erupted in my head.

I feel the pain,
I feel the hesitance,
I feel the hope.

Yet none of this
Is mine.

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The 'poem': Just so you know, that doesn't reflect my current situation ^^;; Don't ask why I suddenly put that up, I don't know >_<

Stuff: Just had a nice talk with 'manda, and everything feels so much better now =) Screw everything. I'll take things one step at a time.

Talk with my doc: A trip to the doctor's a few days ago ended as some kind of sharing session. My world is protected now, she said. When I go out into the 'real' world, I may suffer from shock or something of the like, and when that happens, I can go look for her. Hm. Protected, yes.

I know this is utterly different from what she meant, but I think I'm really really lucky to have my current great friends and... well, stuff. It's just really sweet when I feel the protectiveness radiating off sometimes.

Fathers' Day: I think I can safely say that none of you here are fathers, but Happy Fathers' Day all the same. ^^

What?: Okay, I actually had loads to say, but everything's staying in my mind as overlapping emotions and random words that refuse to take form, so... I shall just leave this as that.



Signing off... ...
Over-blogging

The Identical Windows, patterns now disturbed

Passing
from window to window,
Multiple images swarm in sight.

Symmetrical patterns
Embedded in glass,
the first, no diferent from the next.

Each detail, by
insignificant detail
manufactured exquisitely,
Identically.

The moth rests,
against the cool glass,
a ripple now created
in the dark, quiet waters.

It grows dazed, and
flutters around restlessly
to find a place to stop,
to belong.

Futile efforts ensue
second after second,
minute after minute,
hour after hour,
Unwanted.

Two dissimilar entities,
Encapsulate an attempt to connect, as
Strong currents
now run underwater.
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^^;; Heyz~ I know some people are gonna say that my 'poem' entries are always angsty... but this time it's different!! This time, it's a fight going on! Heheh... This poem is somewhat related to some of my entries a week ago, if I'm not wrong. Anywayz, comments will be much appreciated!

Schoolwork: Gosh I've been slacking for ages now... It's time I pulled myself back together... Gotta stop playing so much... I've gotta buck up. >_<


Signing off... ...

Chameleon

Wandering aimlessly...

Green against the leaves...
Brown against bark...
Yellow against withering leaves...
Smooth transitions.

Brown against wood..
White against walls..
Grey against the gravel path..
Occasional hitches.

A mix of blue and yellow against the curtains,
A mix of red and yellow against the biscuit tin,
A mix of blue and grey against the newspapers,
Confusion.

Blue against the Gardenia packaging
White against the monitor screen
Brown against rainbow-coloured toys.
A scream.

Thrown out of the house,
Sharp pain as body collides with tiled flooring.
What colour was I again?


Signing off... ...

Problems galore

Just when he thinks its over
even before he gets to take a breath...
Another hits.

Like a tsunami
Wave
after Wave
after Wave
Each leaving him more tired than the last.

And then
All Hell Breaks Loose.


Signing off... ...