<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-959163063406117953</id><updated>2011-09-09T05:59:52.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetic Mystery</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alvan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-959163063406117953.post-1992490887887417000</id><published>2010-12-11T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T23:33:49.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Garden&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the garden, the garden filled with roses&lt;br /&gt;And it's quiet, peaceful; softly silent.&lt;br /&gt;The light wind gently kissing my face,&lt;br /&gt;Carrying the sweet smell of the flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brilliant colours all around; The vivid image&lt;br /&gt;Painted clear in the bright gold sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;It is all around me, exuding it's sweet fragrance,&lt;br /&gt;Filling the air with that distinct flavour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep, dark pitch clouds over: It's black,&lt;br /&gt;Deathly black. Everything dies, fades&lt;br /&gt;Before my very eyes. I stand facing nothingness,&lt;br /&gt;Pure emptiness. It's still silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the garden, the garden filled with roses&lt;br /&gt;And it was quiet, peaceful; softly silent.&lt;br /&gt;Now all that remains is a soothing blank,&lt;br /&gt;A void that who knows, may be filled again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/959163063406117953-1992490887887417000?l=poeticmystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/feeds/1992490887887417000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=959163063406117953&amp;postID=1992490887887417000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/1992490887887417000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/1992490887887417000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/2010/12/garden.html' title='The Garden'/><author><name>Alvan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-959163063406117953.post-5532656865073564047</id><published>2010-09-03T11:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T11:36:44.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Were A Teardrop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;If I Were A Teardrop&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It begins far from the eyes,&lt;br /&gt;True and true round.&lt;br /&gt;It may be no surprise,&lt;br /&gt;But listen to the sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each little step that goes,&lt;br /&gt;Takes more and more with it.&lt;br /&gt;A new story slowly unfolds,&lt;br /&gt;That will never quite end sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exchange of words that follow,&lt;br /&gt;Thickens the plot through and through.&lt;br /&gt;The atmosphere of hollow,&lt;br /&gt;That turns the heart to blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a teardrop from your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I'd tell you: Don't cry my dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe I deleted this by accident. Dated 30 July 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/959163063406117953-5532656865073564047?l=poeticmystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/feeds/5532656865073564047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=959163063406117953&amp;postID=5532656865073564047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/5532656865073564047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/5532656865073564047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/2010/09/if-i-were-teardrop.html' title='If I Were A Teardrop'/><author><name>Alvan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-959163063406117953.post-3851934196587697361</id><published>2010-09-03T11:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T11:37:53.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Beast&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's timeless ever still, there is&lt;br /&gt;No pause. Through motion in light&lt;br /&gt;And out of dark it's ever present,&lt;br /&gt;No less a day; and hour.&lt;br /&gt;You'd think you'd be accustomed,&lt;br /&gt;Yet it'd stare back at you close,&lt;br /&gt;Startlingly quick. Baring it's white&lt;br /&gt;Fangs it approaches, not once letting&lt;br /&gt;Up. Yet fear is never present, only&lt;br /&gt;Deep endless emptiness. It comes,&lt;br /&gt;Threatening to kill, but in it's eyes&lt;br /&gt;Shines clear water, a still image&lt;br /&gt;Of you. It comes from all at once,&lt;br /&gt;There's nowhere to go. Fight them all,&lt;br /&gt;Fight them good. There is no escape,&lt;br /&gt;Consume or be consumed.&lt;br /&gt;Even if you win it this time,&lt;br /&gt;Who guarantees it won't come back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/959163063406117953-3851934196587697361?l=poeticmystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/feeds/3851934196587697361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=959163063406117953&amp;postID=3851934196587697361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/3851934196587697361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/3851934196587697361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/2010/09/beast-within.html' title='The Beast'/><author><name>Alvan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-959163063406117953.post-5921816778722234477</id><published>2010-07-17T12:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T12:11:30.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Clock</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Clock&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick-&lt;br /&gt;It moves a little again&lt;br /&gt;And again and again.&lt;br /&gt;There is no Silence, not at all-&lt;br /&gt;Look how it approaches the end&lt;br /&gt;Yet never reaches it as you look-&lt;br /&gt;It ticks, it ticks, it ticks, it doesn't stop;&lt;br /&gt;Slower and slower still it goes, the more&lt;br /&gt;You look the slower it gets, but look-&lt;br /&gt;Never take the eyes of it;&lt;br /&gt;It moves upwards still, it keeps&lt;br /&gt;Moving upwards and it starts to blur:&lt;br /&gt;Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick,&lt;br /&gt;It approaches twilight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/959163063406117953-5921816778722234477?l=poeticmystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/feeds/5921816778722234477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=959163063406117953&amp;postID=5921816778722234477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/5921816778722234477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/5921816778722234477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/2010/07/clock.html' title='The Clock'/><author><name>Alvan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-959163063406117953.post-1174078444185515239</id><published>2010-07-10T19:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T19:54:24.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Woods</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Woods&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far off into the woods there lies&lt;br /&gt;a dog.&lt;br /&gt;Wandering, walking, feeling the cold,&lt;br /&gt;Cold grass. Withered, brown-&lt;br /&gt;dead.&lt;br /&gt;Leaves fall all around, drifting slowly&lt;br /&gt;Towards the ground just like rain in&lt;br /&gt;Slow motion.&lt;br /&gt;Time stops not, not for him. It sweeps&lt;br /&gt;Through like the cold, cold wind that&lt;br /&gt;cuts right through.&lt;br /&gt;Dog cannot run; his paw blistered,&lt;br /&gt;broken, hurt.&lt;br /&gt;He walks alone deep in the green, the&lt;br /&gt;Sun setting behind him granting&lt;br /&gt;It's red rays not much longer.&lt;br /&gt;He knows no rest, no respite&lt;br /&gt;no end.&lt;br /&gt;His Master is not there, he knows&lt;br /&gt;Not if he's searching. Certainly&lt;br /&gt;There is no one there, here,&lt;br /&gt;anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;The tall trees everywhere, fallen leaves&lt;br /&gt;Litter the ground. It goes on for miles&lt;br /&gt;and miles.&lt;br /&gt;No where to hide.&lt;br /&gt;He walks on the cold, cold grass,&lt;br /&gt;Each painful step in the cold, cold&lt;br /&gt;wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/959163063406117953-1174078444185515239?l=poeticmystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/feeds/1174078444185515239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=959163063406117953&amp;postID=1174078444185515239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/1174078444185515239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/1174078444185515239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/2010/07/woods.html' title='The Woods'/><author><name>Alvan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-959163063406117953.post-58851805114673003</id><published>2009-10-29T19:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T19:25:57.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Does It Mean?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;What Does It Mean?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it mean then, for all that&lt;br /&gt;It is, there is nothing- nothing but&lt;br /&gt;For it's continuity. When, oh, when&lt;br /&gt;Will it ever be that it shall pass,&lt;br /&gt;Once, again, maybe- there is none.&lt;br /&gt;Or to accept and forge on, perhaps&lt;br /&gt;That makes itself more fulfilling-&lt;br /&gt;Hark, listen, listen to the sound of&lt;br /&gt;Silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing, yes nothing- Why&lt;br /&gt;Must it be so empty, lifeless and&lt;br /&gt;Filled with a void.&lt;br /&gt;Through it all you will see something,&lt;br /&gt;Else to go on may be all for nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/959163063406117953-58851805114673003?l=poeticmystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/feeds/58851805114673003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=959163063406117953&amp;postID=58851805114673003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/58851805114673003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/58851805114673003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-does-it-mean.html' title='What Does It Mean?'/><author><name>Alvan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-959163063406117953.post-446599344828901327</id><published>2009-03-19T22:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T22:25:45.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Desire&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's strange how detestable the complexity is,&lt;br /&gt;Yet, but for all the desire to overcome it.&lt;br /&gt;Then I think what is it I really want?&lt;br /&gt;So much for just to be in tranquil and none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In light, in dark, all but the same just over on.&lt;br /&gt;Wishes, dreams, hopes, all perhaps only dust&lt;br /&gt;To say perhaps material yet to see so empty and lost.&lt;br /&gt;Why the cold, empty room, only to hold all but glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange is true and to think it's to avoid,&lt;br /&gt;But how, how to contain all that's left within?&lt;br /&gt;So full, so real and very much the hold of its grasp.&lt;br /&gt;Escape is futile, or so it seems. Hope, hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simplicity is so much to beg for, demand a must,&lt;br /&gt;Yet it's hard to lose the scale of things.&lt;br /&gt;Love and hate all put in one, combined so far,&lt;br /&gt;Mixed emotions, thoughts and all to come in desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/959163063406117953-446599344828901327?l=poeticmystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/feeds/446599344828901327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=959163063406117953&amp;postID=446599344828901327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/446599344828901327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/446599344828901327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/2009/03/desire.html' title='Desire'/><author><name>Alvan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-959163063406117953.post-4719897882151767377</id><published>2009-03-07T17:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T18:12:30.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sex&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driven, eaten, taken in completely by,&lt;br /&gt;No remorse, no sense in remorse.&lt;br /&gt;Occurrence so much as countless,&lt;br /&gt;Always, constant, on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try, try but try to no avail whatever,&lt;br /&gt;Endless, going, going to be going and more.&lt;br /&gt;Where does it come, when does in go, how,&lt;br /&gt;Much more than just simple time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men, so consumed, so very lost in,&lt;br /&gt;Yet wonder, why not the women.&lt;br /&gt;Criticised, embraced, hated, loved,&lt;br /&gt;All but to ends for no ends on end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actions, words, images, moving,&lt;br /&gt;Endless each day, everyday now.&lt;br /&gt;Why be so far stuck and try to get out,&lt;br /&gt;Morals, stereotypes, decisions, religions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/959163063406117953-4719897882151767377?l=poeticmystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/feeds/4719897882151767377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=959163063406117953&amp;postID=4719897882151767377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/4719897882151767377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/4719897882151767377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/2009/03/sex.html' title='Sex'/><author><name>Alvan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-959163063406117953.post-6253332468203597070</id><published>2009-01-29T20:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T20:34:20.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grasp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Grasp&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darkness creeps in yet again&lt;br /&gt;the night&lt;br /&gt;Pulling up and over the eyes&lt;br /&gt;a blanket&lt;br /&gt;One by one the speed by&lt;br /&gt;the cars&lt;br /&gt;Taking away more each time&lt;br /&gt;a pass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ears ringing eyes tearing&lt;br /&gt;in anger&lt;br /&gt;Struggling so much against nothing&lt;br /&gt;but myself&lt;br /&gt;Yet lying still motionless covered&lt;br /&gt;in angst&lt;br /&gt;Waiting looking hoping longing&lt;br /&gt;but endless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps all I want is to be&lt;br /&gt;Saved, only to belong and&lt;br /&gt;Maybe find my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/959163063406117953-6253332468203597070?l=poeticmystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-959163063406117953.post-2640542148274646901</id><published>2009-01-13T21:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T21:59:26.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journeys and Beginnings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Journeys and Beginnings&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be the dawn of new,&lt;br /&gt;Yet something so strange.&lt;br /&gt;There will be beginnings all but few,&lt;br /&gt;Somehow through all and change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begun yes started on the roll,&lt;br /&gt;Wheels that churn on endless morns.&lt;br /&gt;Upon the struggles full in toll,&lt;br /&gt;To take control but not to scorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When time has come for time to come,&lt;br /&gt;At best to follow none but from.&lt;br /&gt;Moving through the thick of some,&lt;br /&gt;Ending in the depths of none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Effort is at best a charm,&lt;br /&gt;Never returning but till it's done.&lt;br /&gt;Once to gaze sure far and beyond,&lt;br /&gt;But never to look and say it's gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/959163063406117953-2640542148274646901?l=poeticmystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/feeds/2640542148274646901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=959163063406117953&amp;postID=2640542148274646901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/2640542148274646901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/2640542148274646901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/2009/01/journeys-and-beginnings.html' title='Journeys and Beginnings'/><author><name>Alvan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-959163063406117953.post-2898925907164459937</id><published>2008-12-11T01:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:24:01.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;I Wonder&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days are in motion, set in&lt;br /&gt;So freely. They come they go,&lt;br /&gt;It's just another big cycle of life.&lt;br /&gt;Strange how it used to feel, so&lt;br /&gt;Out of reality just so simply far.&lt;br /&gt;Now again the way it sets in, it's&lt;br /&gt;Different, very different but yet&lt;br /&gt;Somehow it reminds me of the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have changed over the days,&lt;br /&gt;Ages past but soon to come once,&lt;br /&gt;Twice and again. Time brings such&lt;br /&gt;Endless meaning yet puts together&lt;br /&gt;Such meaninglessness all in the same&lt;br /&gt;Twirl. I think of the past, I feel of the&lt;br /&gt;Present. Then I wonder to myself,&lt;br /&gt;What is going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first poem I've written ages. It feels good to have words flow, perhaps somehow I miss writing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/959163063406117953-2898925907164459937?l=poeticmystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/feeds/2898925907164459937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=959163063406117953&amp;postID=2898925907164459937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/2898925907164459937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/2898925907164459937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-wonder.html' title='I Wonder'/><author><name>Alvan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-959163063406117953.post-6512743205021929088</id><published>2008-06-12T08:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T08:39:24.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Leaving&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing of it felt in the night,&lt;br /&gt;All seemed normal and right.&lt;br /&gt;Not at all any trouble or pain,&lt;br /&gt;Even sleep  in itself a full moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning before dawn,&lt;br /&gt;Darkness and cold all around.&lt;br /&gt;Lids of eyes a fulsome ton,&lt;br /&gt;Fighting to open and stay on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the airport in early morn,&lt;br /&gt;Something begin to set anon.&lt;br /&gt;It didn't quite feel the same,&lt;br /&gt;Yet stirred up within the sane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Journeyed home inside a book,&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast was full with the look.&lt;br /&gt;At home again to an empty cave,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing inside and inside a grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full story in main blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/959163063406117953-6512743205021929088?l=poeticmystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/feeds/6512743205021929088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=959163063406117953&amp;postID=6512743205021929088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/6512743205021929088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/6512743205021929088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/2008/06/leaving.html' title='Leaving'/><author><name>Alvan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-959163063406117953.post-3110663470901311199</id><published>2008-06-07T23:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T23:42:09.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moved On</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Moved On&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here, again. Like how it always&lt;br /&gt;as since the past. No way but this,&lt;br /&gt;Always here and here alone. I'm&lt;br /&gt;Thinking, I'm dreaming and I have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even cried here before. You wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;Know, you would never know, how&lt;br /&gt;Much it feels. I'm not going to tell&lt;br /&gt;You, ever. I chose this road, myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking it would be the best. I guess,&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll have to live with this choice.&lt;br /&gt;Now it feels different, totally radically&lt;br /&gt;Different. Everything has been changing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the world of feelings have become&lt;br /&gt;Strange again. But this one thing I know&lt;br /&gt;For sure- I'll never turn back on this,&lt;br /&gt;I've stopped, and won't ever start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to try a "prosey" kinda poem this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/959163063406117953-3110663470901311199?l=poeticmystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/feeds/3110663470901311199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=959163063406117953&amp;postID=3110663470901311199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/3110663470901311199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/3110663470901311199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/2008/06/moved-on.html' title='Moved On'/><author><name>Alvan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-959163063406117953.post-621553286484571250</id><published>2008-05-09T23:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T23:23:53.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Had I But One Chance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Had I But One Chance&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had I but one chance I would&lt;br /&gt;have told you it was so&lt;br /&gt;Had I but one chance I would&lt;br /&gt;have said it out loud&lt;br /&gt;Had I but one chance I would&lt;br /&gt;have been there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had I but one chance I would&lt;br /&gt;have made it clear&lt;br /&gt;Had I but one chance I would&lt;br /&gt;have let you know&lt;br /&gt;Had I but one chance I would&lt;br /&gt;have made you happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had I but one chance I would&lt;br /&gt;have seen you through&lt;br /&gt;Had I but one chance I would&lt;br /&gt;have shown it to you&lt;br /&gt;Had I but one chance I would&lt;br /&gt;have saved it for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had I but one chance I would&lt;br /&gt;have said I like you&lt;br /&gt;Had I but one chance I would&lt;br /&gt;have said I love you&lt;br /&gt;Had I but the chance I would&lt;br /&gt;have said I've let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had I the chance, I wouldn't have been lost in her eyes, her face and her smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/959163063406117953-621553286484571250?l=poeticmystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/feeds/621553286484571250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=959163063406117953&amp;postID=621553286484571250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/621553286484571250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/621553286484571250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/2008/05/had-i-but-one-chance.html' title='Had I But One Chance'/><author><name>Alvan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-959163063406117953.post-6385317738628988181</id><published>2008-05-03T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T23:59:38.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I First</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;When I First&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to find back that joy,&lt;br /&gt;That when I first fell for you.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing you each day in toil,&lt;br /&gt;Even in distance it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do to remember those times,&lt;br /&gt;How I used to be happy to see.&lt;br /&gt;When I first found that sparkle,&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes so special to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted so much to tell you then,&lt;br /&gt;That is one thing never changed.&lt;br /&gt;Secretly I wish that you know,&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I think otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see now that it has come to this,&lt;br /&gt;Makes me only wish to go back.&lt;br /&gt;Back to the start where it all is,&lt;br /&gt;Where all was none but only you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priceless when it all began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/959163063406117953-6385317738628988181?l=poeticmystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/feeds/6385317738628988181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=959163063406117953&amp;postID=6385317738628988181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/6385317738628988181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/6385317738628988181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/2008/05/when-i-first.html' title='When I First'/><author><name>Alvan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-959163063406117953.post-1802985935145462129</id><published>2008-05-03T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T23:33:00.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On and On</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;On and On&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circles round and chasing air,&lt;br /&gt;Repeating on and on everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Again and again it should have passed,&lt;br /&gt;But still it comes back to haunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking and feeling the end,&lt;br /&gt;But never actually in reality.&lt;br /&gt;Many a times to be saved in joy,&lt;br /&gt;But again to come back and start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way it goes the way it moves,&lt;br /&gt;Ever so in fullness revive itself.&lt;br /&gt;To hence and hence from then,&lt;br /&gt;But never to end from end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which has to happen and change,&lt;br /&gt;To select would to never let happen.&lt;br /&gt;In agony or in sorrow to feel like so,&lt;br /&gt;But to see your face may it all be worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/959163063406117953-1802985935145462129?l=poeticmystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/feeds/1802985935145462129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=959163063406117953&amp;postID=1802985935145462129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/1802985935145462129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/1802985935145462129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/2008/05/on-and-on.html' title='On and On'/><author><name>Alvan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-959163063406117953.post-2920969823678763973</id><published>2008-05-03T11:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T11:52:43.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sleep&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the night before I was,&lt;br /&gt;here&lt;br /&gt;Lost in the trance of chance&lt;br /&gt;mesmerised&lt;br /&gt;I believed it was all so easy to&lt;br /&gt;control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night grew old into the&lt;br /&gt;late&lt;br /&gt;Lids of eyes felt like the lids of&lt;br /&gt;drains&lt;br /&gt;Closing was the imminent signal&lt;br /&gt;thus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into the depths of cloth so to be&lt;br /&gt;warm&lt;br /&gt;Came into the blackness so full of&lt;br /&gt;still&lt;br /&gt;To the land of wonders to enter hence&lt;br /&gt;forth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through and through the night to&lt;br /&gt;come&lt;br /&gt;Filled with the thoughts that in fullness&lt;br /&gt;wanton&lt;br /&gt;Awake and then to feel it thus to realise and&lt;br /&gt;know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essentially, I realised a lot in my sleep. And after it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/959163063406117953-2920969823678763973?l=poeticmystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/feeds/2920969823678763973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=959163063406117953&amp;postID=2920969823678763973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/2920969823678763973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/2920969823678763973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/2008/05/sleep.html' title='Sleep'/><author><name>Alvan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-959163063406117953.post-7695344790577159099</id><published>2008-05-03T00:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T00:32:20.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mind of Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attempt not this nor this,&lt;br /&gt;I should know the better.&lt;br /&gt;Were it to be cued to me,&lt;br /&gt;I would have gone thus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tranquil is the mind of calm,&lt;br /&gt;Where chaos does no harm.&lt;br /&gt;Blessed wholly in every part,&lt;br /&gt;For that peace should prevail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the situation that be so,&lt;br /&gt;That which the mind so composed.&lt;br /&gt;Sanity it be called to most,&lt;br /&gt;Where in losing becomes mocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say that it will always be thus,&lt;br /&gt;Never more once it sets in.&lt;br /&gt;Losing it all by and by to seem,&lt;br /&gt;Encompassed where it all to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/959163063406117953-7695344790577159099?l=poeticmystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/feeds/7695344790577159099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=959163063406117953&amp;postID=7695344790577159099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/7695344790577159099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/7695344790577159099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/2008/05/mind-of-love.html' title='Mind of Love'/><author><name>Alvan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-959163063406117953.post-8070242370526579158</id><published>2008-05-03T00:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T00:18:34.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be circumstance perhaps,&lt;br /&gt;Or perchance coincidence that set.&lt;br /&gt;Seemingly so for that very opportune,&lt;br /&gt;But 'twas the way that made count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The times of wonder doth come and go,&lt;br /&gt;That wherein I stood in wondrous gaze.&lt;br /&gt;So very oft the times of joy and gay,&lt;br /&gt;Standing betwixt the hour and the hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Twould be such happiness o'er the moon,&lt;br /&gt;Wherefore the bright sun shouldst shine.&lt;br /&gt;In open wonder to the breadth of the world,&lt;br /&gt;Will the life inside fight to contain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In sooth the very nature of being shouldst be,&lt;br /&gt;That which hast shown in all plainness light.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the vast wide visage of thus and thus,&lt;br /&gt;Being where the sky doth touch the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/959163063406117953-8070242370526579158?l=poeticmystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/feeds/8070242370526579158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=959163063406117953&amp;postID=8070242370526579158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/8070242370526579158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/8070242370526579158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/2008/05/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Alvan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-959163063406117953.post-561265463233332815</id><published>2008-05-02T23:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T00:05:01.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choosing You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Choosing You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If beauty is in the eye of the beholder,&lt;br /&gt;Then I don't care what they say about you.&lt;br /&gt;If I was forced to choose from them all,&lt;br /&gt;I would still choose you whatever happened.&lt;br /&gt;Had I but the reason to choose you,&lt;br /&gt;I would have gone in circles and only say true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think and other times I dream,&lt;br /&gt;But never far from you would it ever stray.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what the cause is but 'tis so,&lt;br /&gt;The waves of emotions the flow of thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Why you of them all yes indeed why you,&lt;br /&gt;I know not why but feel this oh yes I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did write again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/959163063406117953-561265463233332815?l=poeticmystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/feeds/561265463233332815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=959163063406117953&amp;postID=561265463233332815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/561265463233332815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/561265463233332815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/2008/05/choosing-you.html' title='Choosing You'/><author><name>Alvan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-959163063406117953.post-7932926619582343408</id><published>2008-04-19T12:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T12:47:05.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poems</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Poems&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poems I write each time,&lt;br /&gt;The words I use every line.&lt;br /&gt;Each time my pen sets in,&lt;br /&gt;All that flow and sway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how many,&lt;br /&gt;The numbers it has been.&lt;br /&gt;How can you be so worded,&lt;br /&gt;How can I have so much of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/959163063406117953-7932926619582343408?l=poeticmystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/feeds/7932926619582343408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=959163063406117953&amp;postID=7932926619582343408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/7932926619582343408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/7932926619582343408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/2008/04/poems.html' title='Poems'/><author><name>Alvan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-959163063406117953.post-1140205506864106437</id><published>2008-04-19T12:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T12:44:29.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's dark and cold now,&lt;br /&gt;The rain's pelting outside.&lt;br /&gt;Dried leaves fall in the back,&lt;br /&gt;Stacking up just like my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What they say, what they think,&lt;br /&gt;It's all not important to me.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what ever happens,&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be here and now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adapted from a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/959163063406117953-1140205506864106437?l=poeticmystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/feeds/1140205506864106437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=959163063406117953&amp;postID=1140205506864106437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/1140205506864106437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/1140205506864106437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/2008/04/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>Alvan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-959163063406117953.post-6703575211669840269</id><published>2008-04-19T12:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T12:42:10.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Where I&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I stand I behold,&lt;br /&gt;This image to see cold.&lt;br /&gt;The knife of despair,&lt;br /&gt;Advancing like the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I look I tremble,&lt;br /&gt;That form that took hold.&lt;br /&gt;Drawing from darkness bold,&lt;br /&gt;Ready and poised to strike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I shake I fear,&lt;br /&gt;Transformation all around.&lt;br /&gt;What you took away,&lt;br /&gt;Might never have existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I crumble I cry,&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Could it be just me,&lt;br /&gt;Or is it really you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't look like a love poem? Well it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/959163063406117953-6703575211669840269?l=poeticmystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/feeds/6703575211669840269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=959163063406117953&amp;postID=6703575211669840269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/6703575211669840269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/6703575211669840269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/2008/04/where-i.html' title='Where I'/><author><name>Alvan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-959163063406117953.post-2205437157209019015</id><published>2008-04-14T18:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T19:07:20.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Girl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl I can't decide if I love you still,&lt;br /&gt;You're so much of a complexity.&lt;br /&gt;Girl I want to tell you how I feel,&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know how and when.&lt;br /&gt;Girl how I wished you know it there,&lt;br /&gt;Just right there in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl would you please tell me here,&lt;br /&gt;What you're thinking of when you gaze.&lt;br /&gt;Girl sometimes you break my heart,&lt;br /&gt;And I really want to give up.&lt;br /&gt;Girl could you show me how you feel,&lt;br /&gt;Just so that I can know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl I see you everyday right there,&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes I feel that you're so near.&lt;br /&gt;Girl I feel like touching your pretty hands,&lt;br /&gt;But I know that would be least of possible.&lt;br /&gt;Girl I want to tell you all that's on my mind,&lt;br /&gt;And let you know not just this but everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl don't you know that it's killing me,&lt;br /&gt;To hold it all in and to watch you there.&lt;br /&gt;Girl can't you see that I'm trying to be free,&lt;br /&gt;But just for you I can only sit here and dream.&lt;br /&gt;Girl won't you just be here with me now,&lt;br /&gt;And stay close in my arms forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/959163063406117953-2205437157209019015?l=poeticmystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/feeds/2205437157209019015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=959163063406117953&amp;postID=2205437157209019015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/2205437157209019015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/2205437157209019015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/2008/04/girl.html' title='Girl'/><author><name>Alvan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-959163063406117953.post-5053428241222864847</id><published>2008-04-11T18:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T18:40:18.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did You Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Did You Know&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at you each day,&lt;br /&gt;Seeing so much and yet so little.&lt;br /&gt;I've been wondering if I may,&lt;br /&gt;To tell you this from the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so volatile so unpredictable,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really don't know how.&lt;br /&gt;What you're doing is driving me lost,&lt;br /&gt;I can't see where to go even now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I given you up or have I not,&lt;br /&gt;It bewilders me so strange.&lt;br /&gt;Agony of sweetness so powerfully wrought,&lt;br /&gt;Shaking me hard and crushing to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I do know is that I have loved,&lt;br /&gt;You more than I could ever express.&lt;br /&gt;If it remains the same in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;I can only wish for you to know and accept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/959163063406117953-5053428241222864847?l=poeticmystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/feeds/5053428241222864847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=959163063406117953&amp;postID=5053428241222864847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/5053428241222864847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/5053428241222864847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/2008/04/did-you-know.html' title='Did You Know'/><author><name>Alvan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-959163063406117953.post-1186179078617641395</id><published>2008-04-11T18:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T18:42:22.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;School&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think where I am was imperfect.&lt;br /&gt;It seemed that they had the better deal.&lt;br /&gt;I never believed that it could be like this.&lt;br /&gt;Always thought that it could be controlled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foolishness so to seem, wherein I regretted.&lt;br /&gt;Now to look back then, it was way better.&lt;br /&gt;None to she but all to he, hurt could hence.&lt;br /&gt;Fresh to me a start, back to here an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never would have gotten this far, or near to seem.&lt;br /&gt;Where if I had to push on, it would have eased.&lt;br /&gt;Present there is an obstacle, insurmountable to task.&lt;br /&gt;I knew not the benefit of singularity back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To live life as it is would be thus a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;Remain the likes or change to characterise?&lt;br /&gt;If life goes this way for to mock and curse,&lt;br /&gt;Back to where it started to go for all eternity to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think this is abstract, or senseless and whatnot, I suggest you don't bother interpreting it and just ask me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/959163063406117953-1186179078617641395?l=poeticmystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/feeds/1186179078617641395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=959163063406117953&amp;postID=1186179078617641395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/1186179078617641395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/1186179078617641395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/2008/04/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Alvan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-959163063406117953.post-8498312050411483120</id><published>2008-04-11T17:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T18:12:03.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lost&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I done to get this?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I let go of it all forever?&lt;br /&gt;Where is the freedom that used to be?&lt;br /&gt;Who are you that I am so enslaved to it all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can it be that I should feel this?&lt;br /&gt;How can this beautiful thing hurt like so?&lt;br /&gt;How is it possible that this came to pass at all?&lt;br /&gt;How come I can't get it out of my head despite this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/959163063406117953-8498312050411483120?l=poeticmystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/feeds/8498312050411483120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=959163063406117953&amp;postID=8498312050411483120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/8498312050411483120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/8498312050411483120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/2008/04/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Alvan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-959163063406117953.post-2855575374725659200</id><published>2008-04-11T17:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T18:01:28.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoplessness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hopelessness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to contain, it's so strong.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop myself, and it's tough.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's hopeless, clinging to nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I can all but let you go, out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll never accept it, no way.&lt;br /&gt;Everything else is too important I know.&lt;br /&gt;I see it through your eyes, it won't be.&lt;br /&gt;But what can I do, it's full in helplessness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many reasons I know to not,&lt;br /&gt;Abundant, plentiful, a great many of them.&lt;br /&gt;What can in my own part can I say to this?&lt;br /&gt;There's no reason why you should be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, I don't know how.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much it's going to take,&lt;br /&gt;Even if it costs me everything, that means.&lt;br /&gt;I won't admit it. I won't say it to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/959163063406117953-2855575374725659200?l=poeticmystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/feeds/2855575374725659200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=959163063406117953&amp;postID=2855575374725659200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/2855575374725659200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/2855575374725659200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/2008/04/hoplessness.html' title='Hoplessness'/><author><name>Alvan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-959163063406117953.post-8238851420959575258</id><published>2008-04-07T20:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T09:25:16.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just For You, Sweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Just For You, Sweet&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I long to be,&lt;br /&gt;Yet all comes down just&lt;br /&gt;To this emptiness of a&lt;br /&gt;Shell broken. It has&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a simple song of&lt;br /&gt;Love, of hope and joy,&lt;br /&gt;Which never could exist.&lt;br /&gt;In this time of drown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky so blue, so blue.&lt;br /&gt;The clouds so white, so white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They fan out across the earth.&lt;br /&gt;They go on and on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty birds they fly, they fly.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty flowers they bloom they bloom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotionless to remain, a face&lt;br /&gt;of void. Eyes of steel, lips&lt;br /&gt;A thin line. Fulfilling that&lt;br /&gt;which was said when all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was dark. Yet through the&lt;br /&gt;Words, words of feeling;&lt;br /&gt;All becomes but only a&lt;br /&gt;farce. I have but felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my mind raged on;&lt;br /&gt;Everything but you remained.&lt;br /&gt;Through the toss and turn,&lt;br /&gt;Only you stood there firm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was all back then;&lt;br /&gt;How I felt for you so.&lt;br /&gt;Now in all retrospect,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder just simply why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myriad of thoughts so free,&lt;br /&gt;Rainbow of feelings so wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That which I once loved so,&lt;br /&gt;Has now become a memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presently it has made wonder,&lt;br /&gt;Of why I was thus lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many have I written,&lt;br /&gt;Each and every last one,&lt;br /&gt;All just about you, only you.&lt;br /&gt;Was it foolishness, or blindness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At once to smile upon me,&lt;br /&gt;Of the past, of those doing.&lt;br /&gt;Expressions so vivid of you,&lt;br /&gt;Wanton in fullness of that love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/959163063406117953-8238851420959575258?l=poeticmystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/feeds/8238851420959575258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=959163063406117953&amp;postID=8238851420959575258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/8238851420959575258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/8238851420959575258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-for-you-sweet.html' title='Just For You, Sweet'/><author><name>Alvan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-959163063406117953.post-3674458944205559387</id><published>2008-04-07T20:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T18:15:33.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Change&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw her for the first time,&lt;br /&gt;nothing.&lt;br /&gt;It felt normal, almost mundane&lt;br /&gt;seemingly.&lt;br /&gt;Never thought, never dreamt, never&lt;br /&gt;imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly and slowly and slowly 'twas&lt;br /&gt;happening.&lt;br /&gt;Out of the blue and into the&lt;br /&gt;red.&lt;br /&gt;All changed but so suddenly and&lt;br /&gt;promptly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this on my econs notes! I actually wrote it and forgot. Darn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/959163063406117953-3674458944205559387?l=poeticmystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/feeds/3674458944205559387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=959163063406117953&amp;postID=3674458944205559387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/3674458944205559387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/3674458944205559387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/2008/04/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Alvan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-959163063406117953.post-8315680803587482290</id><published>2008-03-27T20:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T20:51:07.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Won't</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;I Won't&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't deny that I&lt;br /&gt;think of you all day.&lt;br /&gt;I won't deny that I&lt;br /&gt;dream of you all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't tell you that I&lt;br /&gt;thought of you yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I won't tell you that I&lt;br /&gt;love you as much today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love poems ahoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/959163063406117953-8315680803587482290?l=poeticmystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/feeds/8315680803587482290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=959163063406117953&amp;postID=8315680803587482290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/8315680803587482290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/8315680803587482290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-wont.html' title='I Won&apos;t'/><author><name>Alvan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-959163063406117953.post-161725040689211230</id><published>2008-03-25T21:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T09:25:26.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mae</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mae&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She existed in the second class,&lt;br /&gt;But I never actually saw her once.&lt;br /&gt;'Tis strange, really very strange,&lt;br /&gt;Just to consider that that distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intake happened on two counts,&lt;br /&gt;For reasons unknown things changed.&lt;br /&gt;Into the same class of one,&lt;br /&gt;Where it all started occuring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Twas alien when it first happened.&lt;br /&gt;Speech, thought, they stopped dead.&lt;br /&gt;'Twas intriguing, how it could be;&lt;br /&gt;In turning that which was so, broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things they came to pass;&lt;br /&gt;Failing correctness, plained mind, strange.&lt;br /&gt;Bewilderment, utter. Time warped in itself.&lt;br /&gt;All that's left, one word. Mae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/959163063406117953-161725040689211230?l=poeticmystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/feeds/161725040689211230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=959163063406117953&amp;postID=161725040689211230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/161725040689211230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/161725040689211230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/2008/03/mae.html' title='Mae'/><author><name>Alvan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-959163063406117953.post-6028764168283041734</id><published>2008-03-20T23:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T23:29:39.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Was But Only A Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;I Was But Only A Boy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember it all too well those&lt;br /&gt;days&lt;br /&gt;It seems like the week before yet&lt;br /&gt;not&lt;br /&gt;Ages it has been, five whole years&lt;br /&gt;passed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went around together everywhere&lt;br /&gt;almost&lt;br /&gt;We ate, we played, we talked and&lt;br /&gt;talked&lt;br /&gt;No bounds or barriers or anything&lt;br /&gt;hindered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catching was fun, Disease was played too&lt;br /&gt;often&lt;br /&gt;Not just us both, remember the group we&lt;br /&gt;had&lt;br /&gt;We were the closest, I knew you the&lt;br /&gt;longest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss that day, National Day's&lt;br /&gt;eve&lt;br /&gt;We had that barbecue at your house at&lt;br /&gt;night&lt;br /&gt;The food, the toys, the Gameboys&lt;br /&gt;shared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on your bed in complete darkness&lt;br /&gt;alone&lt;br /&gt;Just the two of us and nothing seemed&lt;br /&gt;wrong&lt;br /&gt;The only light out of Henry's Gameboy&lt;br /&gt;Light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had no cares we had no woes in that&lt;br /&gt;time&lt;br /&gt;Life was almost just a bliss, nothing&lt;br /&gt;more&lt;br /&gt;You were a girl, I was but only a&lt;br /&gt;boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/959163063406117953-6028764168283041734?l=poeticmystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/feeds/6028764168283041734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=959163063406117953&amp;postID=6028764168283041734' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/6028764168283041734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/6028764168283041734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-was-but-only-boy.html' title='I Was But Only A Boy'/><author><name>Alvan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-959163063406117953.post-1454814319827076218</id><published>2008-03-17T20:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T09:29:20.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Blog and You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;My Blog and You&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherefore do you judge me?&lt;br /&gt;Known me thou have not well;&lt;br /&gt;Judge me therefore thee not,&lt;br /&gt;For what thou sees may not be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hitherto thou hast not understood,&lt;br /&gt;My character, my thinking.&lt;br /&gt;That which thou perceives of me&lt;br /&gt;In all thy surety 'tis false.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That which thou profess to others,&lt;br /&gt;'tis most filled with thy own thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Thou shouldst comprehend the better,&lt;br /&gt;Of me, of my being and persona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know thee thinkest that I am wretched;&lt;br /&gt;But thou art ignorant for thinking so.&lt;br /&gt;Thou shouldst ask in earnestness for't;&lt;br /&gt;Not believe thy false interpretations of my posts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/959163063406117953-1454814319827076218?l=poeticmystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/feeds/1454814319827076218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=959163063406117953&amp;postID=1454814319827076218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/1454814319827076218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/1454814319827076218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-blog-and-you.html' title='My Blog and You'/><author><name>Alvan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-959163063406117953.post-6955976157144040757</id><published>2008-03-17T18:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T20:58:42.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Never Could Say</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;I Never Could Say&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;That sparkle and shine&lt;br /&gt;It seemed awfully nice&lt;br /&gt;To be with you in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing you around each day&lt;br /&gt;Waiting there just for it&lt;br /&gt;Watching you walk down that way&lt;br /&gt;Makes it all worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The times you seemed so cold&lt;br /&gt;I felt that I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;It seemed that to be bold&lt;br /&gt;Was the way to carry on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to tell you&lt;br /&gt;But I never would dare&lt;br /&gt;I wished that you knew&lt;br /&gt;But I can only stare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/959163063406117953-6955976157144040757?l=poeticmystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/feeds/6955976157144040757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=959163063406117953&amp;postID=6955976157144040757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/6955976157144040757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/6955976157144040757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-never-could-say.html' title='I Never Could Say'/><author><name>Alvan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-959163063406117953.post-3217099026408537766</id><published>2008-03-08T13:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T09:29:24.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Allan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Allan&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts inside it's waiting for&lt;br /&gt;outburst&lt;br /&gt;Endless and hopeless emptiness&lt;br /&gt;evolve&lt;br /&gt;Come back here don't leave me so&lt;br /&gt;ignored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rejected yet forced on in&lt;br /&gt;anger&lt;br /&gt;The ocean deep all around&lt;br /&gt;surrounding&lt;br /&gt;Hope of it all fading ever so&lt;br /&gt;slowly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/959163063406117953-3217099026408537766?l=poeticmystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/feeds/3217099026408537766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=959163063406117953&amp;postID=3217099026408537766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/3217099026408537766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/3217099026408537766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/2008/03/allan_08.html' title='Allan'/><author><name>Alvan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-959163063406117953.post-8391279536769325112</id><published>2008-02-24T23:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T09:29:47.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apprehension</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Apprehension&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncertainty is evoked the dark future&lt;br /&gt;all is but blur&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow awaits in mere hours time&lt;br /&gt;nervousness sets in&lt;br /&gt;Thinking and thinking and thinking&lt;br /&gt;it all comes to naught&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts of events coming&lt;br /&gt;fear takes hold&lt;br /&gt;Feelings become a roller coaster&lt;br /&gt;it is stressful&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's going to be real painful&lt;br /&gt;the unrest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/959163063406117953-8391279536769325112?l=poeticmystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/feeds/8391279536769325112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=959163063406117953&amp;postID=8391279536769325112' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/8391279536769325112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/8391279536769325112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/2008/02/apprehension-uncertainty-is-evoked-dark.html' title='Apprehension'/><author><name>Alvan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-959163063406117953.post-189051080974081377</id><published>2008-02-22T22:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T20:11:29.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradox</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="asset-content"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;" class="asset-body preview-links"&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paradox&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The euphoria came with sadness&lt;br /&gt;The surprise and expected&lt;br /&gt;The magical coupled with bleakness&lt;br /&gt;The beauty and the dulled &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Those strange yet familiar feelings&lt;br /&gt;Those thoughts of unthinking&lt;br /&gt;Those strong yet weak longings&lt;br /&gt;Those memories of lost happening&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/959163063406117953-189051080974081377?l=poeticmystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/feeds/189051080974081377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=959163063406117953&amp;postID=189051080974081377' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/189051080974081377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/189051080974081377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/2008/02/paradox.html' title='Paradox'/><author><name>Alvan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-959163063406117953.post-2349603847903523231</id><published>2008-02-22T22:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T20:11:40.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I First Saw Her</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I First Saw Her&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;When I first saw her it was excitement&lt;br /&gt;The exhilaration from setting my eyes on her&lt;br /&gt;One word went round and about&lt;br /&gt;Pretty and pretty and pretty&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't keep looking at her no I couldn't&lt;br /&gt;A fool to others so to seem&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Where I came from it's no wonder&lt;br /&gt;Where rough and tough's all common&lt;br /&gt;Her face her eyes the sight&lt;br /&gt;All too wonderful to behold&lt;br /&gt;Those captivating features so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Almost gazing in complete daze&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;We played the games and I heard her name&lt;br /&gt;Once again I was caught by her&lt;br /&gt;That resounding word of a name so sweet&lt;br /&gt;I could only repeat to myself in wonder&lt;br /&gt;It's not just my eyes now&lt;br /&gt;She's got my ears too&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Eventually we had to part the misery&lt;br /&gt;I could never tell her how I feel&lt;br /&gt;The fear of everything overtakes&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember her always that I'm sure&lt;br /&gt;That pretty face the mesmerising sight&lt;br /&gt;Lingering longing will always hold&lt;/p&gt;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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/959163063406117953-2349603847903523231?l=poeticmystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/feeds/2349603847903523231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=959163063406117953&amp;postID=2349603847903523231' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/2349603847903523231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/2349603847903523231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/2008/02/when-i-first-saw-her.html' title='When I First Saw Her'/><author><name>Alvan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-959163063406117953.post-5657022890955741130</id><published>2008-02-22T22:08:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T20:12:12.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They Tell Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;They Tell Me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;They tell me I will be fine&lt;br /&gt;They tell me I will get used to life in JC&lt;br /&gt;They tell me it's going to be fine&lt;br /&gt;They tell me to enjoy time in JC&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;They tell me girls are desperate&lt;br /&gt;They tell me I'm best myself&lt;br /&gt;They tell me not to be desperate&lt;br /&gt;They tell me to be myself&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dl id="comments-block"&gt;&lt;dt class="comment-poster" id="c4446733316704708520"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/959163063406117953-5657022890955741130?l=poeticmystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/feeds/5657022890955741130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=959163063406117953&amp;postID=5657022890955741130' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/5657022890955741130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/5657022890955741130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/2008/02/they-tell-me.html' title='They Tell Me'/><author><name>Alvan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-959163063406117953.post-1016756131325426515</id><published>2008-02-22T22:08:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T20:12:03.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School-friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;School-friends&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Kindergarten was a bliss&lt;br /&gt;the better part&lt;br /&gt;Where close friendships did surface&lt;br /&gt;those fairytale days&lt;br /&gt;Days went by with much laughter&lt;br /&gt;that wonderful memory&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;The floating joy of childhood ever so delightful&lt;br /&gt;thoughts were simple&lt;br /&gt;In most ways life was a blessing enjoyed&lt;br /&gt;not always still&lt;br /&gt;Flowing love and ceaseless praise&lt;br /&gt;punishment never lacked&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;We all grow up sometime it's true&lt;br /&gt;primary school arrived&lt;br /&gt;The difference was minimal it felt&lt;br /&gt;they all still came&lt;br /&gt;Bullied for a little while sadly so&lt;br /&gt;it came to an end soon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Made two close ones they were great&lt;br /&gt;but too bad I got betrayed&lt;br /&gt;More than once the dreadful pain&lt;br /&gt;my share of downs&lt;br /&gt;Still there were some close ones left&lt;br /&gt;it ended pretty well&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Those results they came out after six&lt;br /&gt;we elevated to Secondary&lt;br /&gt;It was a fresh beginning completely new&lt;br /&gt;hopes for the best&lt;br /&gt;The period of finding myself was a horror&lt;br /&gt;never knowing bearing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Loneliness began it's hard toll unfortunately&lt;br /&gt;happiness fell apart&lt;br /&gt;Emotions like a roller coaster driving in circles&lt;br /&gt;it came to breaking point&lt;br /&gt;Friends became redefined most never qualifying&lt;br /&gt;though there was one&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Presently it's this new thing altogether&lt;br /&gt;name's junior college&lt;br /&gt;From where I came it's all brand new&lt;br /&gt;female a new experience&lt;br /&gt;Decided to change old ways for good&lt;br /&gt;seems there's no difference&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lost still in this big circle and deep&lt;br /&gt;hardly any bearing but little&lt;br /&gt;One good one once again it does feel good&lt;br /&gt;wonder how long it'll last&lt;br /&gt;Awaiting life's uncertainty what it'll bring&lt;br /&gt;hope for the best and only that&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Inspiration flowed. Pulsating like the beat of the heart. My second poem and interestingly rather long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dl style="text-align: left;" id="comments-block"&gt;&lt;dt class="comment-poster" id="c4602856668450650808"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/09822989063546869483" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;        &lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/959163063406117953-1016756131325426515?l=poeticmystery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/feeds/1016756131325426515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=959163063406117953&amp;postID=1016756131325426515' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/1016756131325426515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/959163063406117953/posts/default/1016756131325426515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticmystery.blogspot.com/2008/02/school-friends.html' title='School-friends'/><author><name>Alvan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
