Stories
Saturday, December 11, 2010
11:00 PM
The Garden
I see the garden, the garden filled with roses
And it's quiet, peaceful; softly silent.
The light wind gently kissing my face,
Carrying the sweet smell of the flowers.
Brilliant colours all around; The vivid image
Painted clear in the bright gold sunlight.
It is all around me, exuding it's sweet fragrance,
Filling the air with that distinct flavour.
Deep, dark pitch clouds over: It's black,
Deathly black. Everything dies, fades
Before my very eyes. I stand facing nothingness,
Pure emptiness. It's still silent.
I saw the garden, the garden filled with roses
And it was quiet, peaceful; softly silent.
Now all that remains is a soothing blank,
A void that who knows, may be filled again.
Friday, September 3, 2010
11:35 AM
If I Were A Teardrop
It begins far from the eyes,
True and true round.
It may be no surprise,
But listen to the sound.
Each little step that goes,
Takes more and more with it.
A new story slowly unfolds,
That will never quite end sweet.
The exchange of words that follow,
Thickens the plot through and through.
The atmosphere of hollow,
That turns the heart to blue.
If I were a teardrop from your eyes,
I'd tell you: Don't cry my dear.
Can't believe I deleted this by accident. Dated 30 July 2010.
The Beast
It's timeless ever still, there is
No pause. Through motion in light
And out of dark it's ever present,
No less a day; and hour.
You'd think you'd be accustomed,
Yet it'd stare back at you close,
Startlingly quick. Baring it's white
Fangs it approaches, not once letting
Up. Yet fear is never present, only
Deep endless emptiness. It comes,
Threatening to kill, but in it's eyes
Shines clear water, a still image
Of you. It comes from all at once,
There's nowhere to go. Fight them all,
Fight them good. There is no escape,
Consume or be consumed.
Even if you win it this time,
Who guarantees it won't come back?
Saturday, July 17, 2010
12:00 PM
The Clock
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick-
It moves a little again
And again and again.
There is no Silence, not at all-
Look how it approaches the end
Yet never reaches it as you look-
It ticks, it ticks, it ticks, it doesn't stop;
Slower and slower still it goes, the more
You look the slower it gets, but look-
Never take the eyes of it;
It moves upwards still, it keeps
Moving upwards and it starts to blur:
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick,
It approaches twilight
Saturday, July 10, 2010
7:30 PM
The Woods
Far off into the woods there lies
a dog.
Wandering, walking, feeling the cold,
Cold grass. Withered, brown-
dead.
Leaves fall all around, drifting slowly
Towards the ground just like rain in
Slow motion.
Time stops not, not for him. It sweeps
Through like the cold, cold wind that
cuts right through.
Dog cannot run; his paw blistered,
broken, hurt.
He walks alone deep in the green, the
Sun setting behind him granting
It's red rays not much longer.
He knows no rest, no respite
no end.
His Master is not there, he knows
Not if he's searching. Certainly
There is no one there, here,
anywhere.
The tall trees everywhere, fallen leaves
Litter the ground. It goes on for miles
and miles.
No where to hide.
He walks on the cold, cold grass,
Each painful step in the cold, cold
wind.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
7:25 PM
What Does It Mean?
What does it mean then, for all that
It is, there is nothing- nothing but
For it's continuity. When, oh, when
Will it ever be that it shall pass,
Once, again, maybe- there is none.
Or to accept and forge on, perhaps
That makes itself more fulfilling-
Hark, listen, listen to the sound of
Silence.
There is nothing, yes nothing- Why
Must it be so empty, lifeless and
Filled with a void.
Through it all you will see something,
Else to go on may be all for nothing.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
10:11 PM
Desire
It's strange how detestable the complexity is,
Yet, but for all the desire to overcome it.
Then I think what is it I really want?
So much for just to be in tranquil and none.
In light, in dark, all but the same just over on.
Wishes, dreams, hopes, all perhaps only dust
To say perhaps material yet to see so empty and lost.
Why the cold, empty room, only to hold all but glass.
Strange is true and to think it's to avoid,
But how, how to contain all that's left within?
So full, so real and very much the hold of its grasp.
Escape is futile, or so it seems. Hope, hope.
Simplicity is so much to beg for, demand a must,
Yet it's hard to lose the scale of things.
Love and hate all put in one, combined so far,
Mixed emotions, thoughts and all to come in desire.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
5:56 PM
Sex
Driven, eaten, taken in completely by,
No remorse, no sense in remorse.
Occurrence so much as countless,
Always, constant, on and on.
Try, try but try to no avail whatever,
Endless, going, going to be going and more.
Where does it come, when does in go, how,
Much more than just simple time.
Men, so consumed, so very lost in,
Yet wonder, why not the women.
Criticised, embraced, hated, loved,
All but to ends for no ends on end.
Actions, words, images, moving,
Endless each day, everyday now.
Why be so far stuck and try to get out,
Morals, stereotypes, decisions, religions.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
8:23 PM
Grasp
Darkness creeps in yet again
the night
Pulling up and over the eyes
a blanket
One by one the speed by
the cars
Taking away more each time
a pass
Ears ringing eyes tearing
in anger
Struggling so much against nothing
but myself
Yet lying still motionless covered
in angst
Waiting looking hoping longing
but endless
Perhaps all I want is to be
Saved, only to belong and
Maybe find my place.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
9:48 PM
Journeys and Beginnings
It will be the dawn of new,
Yet something so strange.
There will be beginnings all but few,
Somehow through all and change.
Begun yes started on the roll,
Wheels that churn on endless morns.
Upon the struggles full in toll,
To take control but not to scorn.
When time has come for time to come,
At best to follow none but from.
Moving through the thick of some,
Ending in the depths of none.
Effort is at best a charm,
Never returning but till it's done.
Once to gaze sure far and beyond,
But never to look and say it's gone.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
1:15 AM
I WonderThe days are in motion, set in
So freely. They come they go,
It's just another big cycle of life.
Strange how it used to feel, so
Out of reality just so simply far.
Now again the way it sets in, it's
Different, very different but yet
Somehow it reminds me of the past.
Things have changed over the days,
Ages past but soon to come once,
Twice and again. Time brings such
Endless meaning yet puts together
Such meaninglessness all in the same
Twirl. I think of the past, I feel of the
Present. Then I wonder to myself,
What is going on?
The first poem I've written ages. It feels good to have words flow, perhaps somehow I miss writing them.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
8:20 AM
Leaving
Nothing of it felt in the night,
All seemed normal and right.
Not at all any trouble or pain,
Even sleep in itself a full moon.
In the morning before dawn,
Darkness and cold all around.
Lids of eyes a fulsome ton,
Fighting to open and stay on.
At the airport in early morn,
Something begin to set anon.
It didn't quite feel the same,
Yet stirred up within the sane.
Journeyed home inside a book,
Breakfast was full with the look.
At home again to an empty cave,
Nothing inside and inside a grave.
Full story in main blog.
Saturday, June 7, 2008
11:09 PM
Moved On
I'm here, again. Like how it always
as since the past. No way but this,
Always here and here alone. I'm
Thinking, I'm dreaming and I have
Even cried here before. You wouldn't
Know, you would never know, how
Much it feels. I'm not going to tell
You, ever. I chose this road, myself
Thinking it would be the best. I guess,
I know I'll have to live with this choice.
Now it feels different, totally radically
Different. Everything has been changing,
And the world of feelings have become
Strange again. But this one thing I know
For sure- I'll never turn back on this,
I've stopped, and won't ever start.
I decided to try a "prosey" kinda poem this time.
Friday, May 9, 2008
11:16 PM
Had I But One Chance
Had I but one chance I would
have told you it was so
Had I but one chance I would
have said it out loud
Had I but one chance I would
have been there
Had I but one chance I would
have made it clear
Had I but one chance I would
have let you know
Had I but one chance I would
have made you happy
Had I but one chance I would
have seen you through
Had I but one chance I would
have shown it to you
Had I but one chance I would
have saved it for now
Had I but one chance I would
have said I like you
Had I but one chance I would
have said I love you
Had I but the chance I would
have said I've let you go
Had I the chance, I wouldn't have been lost in her eyes, her face and her smile.
Saturday, May 3, 2008
11:37 PM
When I First
I wish to find back that joy,
That when I first fell for you.
Seeing you each day in toil,
Even in distance it was good.
I do to remember those times,
How I used to be happy to see.
When I first found that sparkle,
In your eyes so special to me.
I wanted so much to tell you then,
That is one thing never changed.
Secretly I wish that you know,
But sometimes I think otherwise.
I see now that it has come to this,
Makes me only wish to go back.
Back to the start where it all is,
Where all was none but only you.
Priceless when it all began.
On and On
Circles round and chasing air,
Repeating on and on everywhere.
Again and again it should have passed,
But still it comes back to haunt.
Thinking and feeling the end,
But never actually in reality.
Many a times to be saved in joy,
But again to come back and start.
The way it goes the way it moves,
Ever so in fullness revive itself.
To hence and hence from then,
But never to end from end.
Which has to happen and change,
To select would to never let happen.
In agony or in sorrow to feel like so,
But to see your face may it all be worth.
Sleep
In the night before I was,
here
Lost in the trance of chance
mesmerised
I believed it was all so easy to
control
The night grew old into the
late
Lids of eyes felt like the lids of
drains
Closing was the imminent signal
thus
Into the depths of cloth so to be
warm
Came into the blackness so full of
still
To the land of wonders to enter hence
forth
Through and through the night to
come
Filled with the thoughts that in fullness
wanton
Awake and then to feel it thus to realise and
know
Essentially, I realised a lot in my sleep. And after it.
Mind of Love
Attempt not this nor this,
I should know the better.
Were it to be cued to me,
I would have gone thus.
Tranquil is the mind of calm,
Where chaos does no harm.
Blessed wholly in every part,
For that peace should prevail.
Of the situation that be so,
That which the mind so composed.
Sanity it be called to most,
Where in losing becomes mocked.
Say that it will always be thus,
Never more once it sets in.
Losing it all by and by to seem,
Encompassed where it all to begin.
Still on love darn. I can't keep from writing them... Which oh well may not be exactly a bad thing. Revisiting the passion I have loved so fondly that in which I have lost to gainly.
Love
It would be circumstance perhaps,
Or perchance coincidence that set.
Seemingly so for that very opportune,
But 'twas the way that made count.
The times of wonder doth come and go,
That wherein I stood in wondrous gaze.
So very oft the times of joy and gay,
Standing betwixt the hour and the hour.
'Twould be such happiness o'er the moon,
Wherefore the bright sun shouldst shine.
In open wonder to the breadth of the world,
Will the life inside fight to contain.
In sooth the very nature of being shouldst be,
That which hast shown in all plainness light.
Seeing the vast wide visage of thus and thus,
Being where the sky doth touch the sea.
Friday, May 2, 2008
11:54 PM
Choosing You
If beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
Then I don't care what they say about you.
If I was forced to choose from them all,
I would still choose you whatever happened.
Had I but the reason to choose you,
I would have gone in circles and only say true.
Sometimes I think and other times I dream,
But never far from you would it ever stray.
I don't know what the cause is but 'tis so,
The waves of emotions the flow of thoughts.
Why you of them all yes indeed why you,
I know not why but feel this oh yes I do.
So I did write again.
Saturday, April 19, 2008
12:44 PM
Poems
The poems I write each time,
The words I use every line.
Each time my pen sets in,
All that flow and sway.
I can't believe how many,
The numbers it has been.
How can you be so worded,
How can I have so much of you?
That concludes the list of love poems. The last few poems aren't very good, and I don't think I'll be writing any more.
Rain
It's dark and cold now,
The rain's pelting outside.
Dried leaves fall in the back,
Stacking up just like my thoughts.
What they say, what they think,
It's all not important to me.
No matter what ever happens,
You'll always be here and now.
Adapted from a song.
Where I
Where I stand I behold,
This image to see cold.
The knife of despair,
Advancing like the night.
Where I look I tremble,
That form that took hold.
Drawing from darkness bold,
Ready and poised to strike.
Where I shake I fear,
Transformation all around.
What you took away,
Might never have existed.
Where I crumble I cry,
Not knowing what to do.
Could it be just me,
Or is it really you?
Doesn't look like a love poem? Well it is.
Monday, April 14, 2008
6:48 PM
Girl
Girl I can't decide if I love you still,
You're so much of a complexity.
Girl I want to tell you how I feel,
But I don't know how and when.
Girl how I wished you know it there,
Just right there in your heart.
Girl would you please tell me here,
What you're thinking of when you gaze.
Girl sometimes you break my heart,
And I really want to give up.
Girl could you show me how you feel,
Just so that I can know what to do.
Girl I see you everyday right there,
And sometimes I feel that you're so near.
Girl I feel like touching your pretty hands,
But I know that would be least of possible.
Girl I want to tell you all that's on my mind,
And let you know not just this but everything.
Girl don't you know that it's killing me,
To hold it all in and to watch you there.
Girl can't you see that I'm trying to be free,
But just for you I can only sit here and dream.
Girl won't you just be here with me now,
And stay close in my arms forever.
Friday, April 11, 2008
6:15 PM
Did You Know
Looking at you each day,
Seeing so much and yet so little.
I've been wondering if I may,
To tell you this from the bottom.
You're so volatile so unpredictable,
Sometimes I really don't know how.
What you're doing is driving me lost,
I can't see where to go even now.
Have I given you up or have I not,
It bewilders me so strange.
Agony of sweetness so powerfully wrought,
Shaking me hard and crushing to change.
What I do know is that I have loved,
You more than I could ever express.
If it remains the same in my heart,
I can only wish for you to know and accept.
Confusion? Obsession? Passion? It's all in the process, one which I hope no one is part of now or ever at all. If you could love a girl or a boy this much to be so lost and stuck and totally confused, then I wish luck to you that that special someone would know somehow, and accept you, which will be your ultimate blessing. For someone who's being loved this much, I guess you should hope it's just someone hopelessly in love with you and not obsessed with you. The latter is going to be scary.
School
I used to think where I am was imperfect.
It seemed that they had the better deal.
I never believed that it could be like this.
Always thought that it could be controlled.
Foolishness so to seem, wherein I regretted.
Now to look back then, it was way better.
None to she but all to he, hurt could hence.
Fresh to me a start, back to here an end.
Never would have gotten this far, or near to seem.
Where if I had to push on, it would have eased.
Present there is an obstacle, insurmountable to task.
I knew not the benefit of singularity back then.
To live life as it is would be thus a challenge.
Remain the likes or change to characterise?
If life goes this way for to mock and curse,
Back to where it started to go for all eternity to live.
If you think this is abstract, or senseless and whatnot, I suggest you don't bother interpreting it and just ask me.
Lost
What have I done to get this?
Why can't I let go of it all forever?
Where is the freedom that used to be?
Who are you that I am so enslaved to it all?
How can it be that I should feel this?
How can this beautiful thing hurt like so?
How is it possible that this came to pass at all?
How come I can't get it out of my head despite this?
Hopelessness
It's so hard to contain, it's so strong.
I can't stop myself, and it's tough.
I know it's hopeless, clinging to nothing.
I can all but let you go, out of my mind.
I know you'll never accept it, no way.
Everything else is too important I know.
I see it through your eyes, it won't be.
But what can I do, it's full in helplessness.
How many reasons I know to not,
Abundant, plentiful, a great many of them.
What can in my own part can I say to this?
There's no reason why you should be here.
I don't know why, I don't know how.
No matter how much it's going to take,
Even if it costs me everything, that means.
I won't admit it. I won't say it to you.
Monday, April 7, 2008
8:19 PM
Just For You, Sweet
Where I long to be,
Yet all comes down just
To this emptiness of a
Shell broken. It has
But a simple song of
Love, of hope and joy,
Which never could exist.
In this time of drown.
The sky so blue, so blue.
The clouds so white, so white.
They fan out across the earth.
They go on and on and on.
Pretty birds they fly, they fly.
Pretty flowers they bloom they bloom.
Emotionless to remain, a face
of void. Eyes of steel, lips
A thin line. Fulfilling that
which was said when all
Was dark. Yet through the
Words, words of feeling;
All becomes but only a
farce. I have but felt.
When my mind raged on;
Everything but you remained.
Through the toss and turn,
Only you stood there firm.
That was all back then;
How I felt for you so.
Now in all retrospect,
I wonder just simply why.
Myriad of thoughts so free,
Rainbow of feelings so wild.
That which I once loved so,
Has now become a memory.
Presently it has made wonder,
Of why I was thus lost.
How many have I written,
Each and every last one,
All just about you, only you.
Was it foolishness, or blindness?
At once to smile upon me,
Of the past, of those doing.
Expressions so vivid of you,
Wanton in fullness of that love.
This is the series of 6, Just For You, Sweet. I can only put it in this running order. The real thing you gotta ask me for.
Change
I saw her for the first time,
nothing.
It felt normal, almost mundane
seemingly.
Never thought, never dreamt, never
imagined.
Slowly and slowly and slowly 'twas
happening.
Out of the blue and into the
red.
All changed but so suddenly and
promptly.
I found this on my econs notes! I actually wrote it and forgot. Darn.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
8:15 PM
I Won't
I won't deny that I
think of you all day.
I won't deny that I
dream of you all night.
I won't tell you that I
thought of you yesterday.
I won't tell you that I
love you as much today.
Love poems ahoy!
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
9:07 PM
Mae
She existed in the second class,
But I never actually saw her once.
'Tis strange, really very strange,
Just to consider that that distance.
Intake happened on two counts,
For reasons unknown things changed.
Into the same class of one,
Where it all started occuring.
'Twas alien when it first happened.
Speech, thought, they stopped dead.
'Twas intriguing, how it could be;
In turning that which was so, broke.
Other things they came to pass;
Failing correctness, plained mind, strange.
Bewilderment, utter. Time warped in itself.
All that's left, one word. Mae.
I actually wrote this in class, being my first poem done in class and copied here, of course not whole sale. I edited it, changing some of the parts. Okay she just talked to me on msn. The poem is written on the back of the birthday paper, and she told me to do the birthday thing! Freaky...
Thursday, March 20, 2008
11:09 PM
I Was But Only A Boy
I remember it all too well those
days
It seems like the week before yet
not
Ages it has been, five whole years
passed
We went around together everywhere
almost
We ate, we played, we talked and
talked
No bounds or barriers or anything
hindered
Catching was fun, Disease was played too
often
Not just us both, remember the group we
had
We were the closest, I knew you the
longest
I miss that day, National Day's
eve
We had that barbecue at your house at
night
The food, the toys, the Gameboys
shared
Sitting on your bed in complete darkness
alone
Just the two of us and nothing seemed
wrong
The only light out of Henry's Gameboy
Light
We had no cares we had no woes in that
time
Life was almost just a bliss, nothing
more
You were a girl, I was but only a
boy
Monday, March 17, 2008
8:42 PM
My Blog and You
Wherefore do you judge me?
Known me thou have not well;
Judge me therefore thee not,
For what thou sees may not be.
Hitherto thou hast not understood,
My character, my thinking.
That which thou perceives of me
In all thy surety 'tis false.
That which thou profess to others,
'tis most filled with thy own thoughts.
Thou shouldst comprehend the better,
Of me, of my being and persona.
I know thee thinkest that I am wretched;
But thou art ignorant for thinking so.
Thou shouldst ask in earnestness for't;
Not believe thy false interpretations of my posts.
I Never Could Say
The look in your eyes
That sparkle and shine
It seemed awfully nice
To be with you in time
Seeing you around each day
Waiting there just for it
Watching you walk down that way
Makes it all worthwhile
The times you seemed so cold
I felt that I was wrong
It seemed that to be bold
Was the way to carry on
I wanted to tell you
But I never would dare
I wished that you knew
But I can only stare
Okay this is way exaggerated. It just suddenly struck me to write a classic love poem. I didn't feel as such okay... This is way to overrated. I am once again not quite in love.
Saturday, March 8, 2008
1:34 PM
Allan
It hurts inside it's waiting for
outburst
Endless and hopeless emptiness
evolve
Come back here don't leave me so
ignored
Rejected yet forced on in
anger
The ocean deep all around
surrounding
Hope of it all fading ever so
slowly
This poem has been modified. The original one was worse. I think this is lousy. The worst I've ever attempted. If you think otherwise tell me. Oh and this was written for a friend of mine. It is not my emotions.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
11:17 PM
Apprehension
Uncertainty is evoked the dark future
all is but blur
Tomorrow awaits in mere hours time
nervousness sets in
Thinking and thinking and thinking
it all comes to naught
The thoughts of events coming
fear takes hold
Feelings become a roller coaster
it is stressful
Tonight's going to be real painful
the unrest
Friday, February 22, 2008
10:10 PM
Paradox
The euphoria came with sadness
The surprise and expected
The magical coupled with bleakness
The beauty and the dulled
Those strange yet familiar feelings
Those thoughts of unthinking
Those strong yet weak longings
Those memories of lost happening
When I First Saw Her
When I first saw her it was excitement
The exhilaration from setting my eyes on her
One word went round and about
Pretty and pretty and pretty
I couldn't keep looking at her no I couldn't
A fool to others so to seem
Where I came from it's no wonder
Where rough and tough's all common
Her face her eyes the sight
All too wonderful to behold
Those captivating features so beautiful
Almost gazing in complete daze
We played the games and I heard her name
Once again I was caught by her
That resounding word of a name so sweet
I could only repeat to myself in wonder
It's not just my eyes now
She's got my ears too
Eventually we had to part the misery
I could never tell her how I feel
The fear of everything overtakes
I'll remember her always that I'm sure
That pretty face the mesmerising sight
Lingering longing will always hold
Don't ask who she is... And well it's quite exaggerated. I'm not in love..... It's just another spark of inspiration. No no not Valerie.
They Tell Me
They tell me I will be fine
They tell me I will get used to life in JC
They tell me it's going to be fine
They tell me to enjoy time in JC
They tell me girls are desperate
They tell me I'm best myself
They tell me not to be desperate
They tell me to be myself
School-friends
Kindergarten was a bliss
the better part
Where close friendships did surface
those fairytale days
Days went by with much laughter
that wonderful memory
The floating joy of childhood ever so delightful
thoughts were simple
In most ways life was a blessing enjoyed
not always still
Flowing love and ceaseless praise
punishment never lacked
We all grow up sometime it's true
primary school arrived
The difference was minimal it felt
they all still came
Bullied for a little while sadly so
it came to an end soon
Made two close ones they were great
but too bad I got betrayed
More than once the dreadful pain
my share of downs
Still there were some close ones left
it ended pretty well
Those results they came out after six
we elevated to Secondary
It was a fresh beginning completely new
hopes for the best
The period of finding myself was a horror
never knowing bearing
Loneliness began it's hard toll unfortunately
happiness fell apart
Emotions like a roller coaster driving in circles
it came to breaking point
Friends became redefined most never qualifying
though there was one
Presently it's this new thing altogether
name's junior college
From where I came it's all brand new
female a new experience
Decided to change old ways for good
seems there's no difference
Lost still in this big circle and deep
hardly any bearing but little
One good one once again it does feel good
wonder how long it'll last
Awaiting life's uncertainty what it'll bring
hope for the best and only that
Inspiration flowed. Pulsating like the beat of the heart. My second poem and interestingly rather long.
