UnwillingMust you touch me
Must you embrace me
As every moment I am taken
I am lost, in you
You feel me most with a quake of the shoulder
Caress me as my body shivers
Kiss me when I eye 2 gallons of water
Consume me, unawares
Must you touch me, Despair?
Must you embrace me
Labels: Self
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Doth ye Death know Love?Doth ye Death know Love?
Does separation eternal break thus Love?
Doth ye Death conquer Love?
When all that is left is left only one-sided;
Into the sorry, sorry state that is a mournful loss
And then, a helplessness – incurable, unfathomable
Unexpressed. Unspeakable.
Doth ye Death know Love?
Doth ye Death yearn to learn Love?
A-wonderings, maybe?
After all, so oft quoted, so oft fought for –
It must be sad, that It remains untouchable.
Ye Death, know not Love at all.
A thousand times lives are brought across
Doth ye Death feel no thing of the new absence?
Even with such degree of uninvitation –
Are ye Death oblivious to Love?
And yet creeping still into the unrelentless night
Malice to the unsurrendering Life
Doth ye Death feel no sympathy for the rob of Life?
… Conquered, even the last moment of an unspoken farewell
Ye Death; ye know not Love!Labels: Death
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WALKHere we are, we walk in the aimless windand we bask in each other's company.Here i am, skipping every step of the wayon the pavement on which we walkAnd there you are, you look at mewith a contentment only i knowHere we are, in the shyness of solitudewe wonder knowingly, what happens next.Here we are, we walk in the aimless windand we bask in each other's company;there's a long away ahead of us.que sera sera.
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Lie
When strings draw loose
Cords drawn taut
The perfect glass cracks with a line across
The reflections shift from tears to laughter
One minute of each, observes the outsider -
Then the image of reality comes crashing in
It splinters, it hurts, draws blood, hysteria
Stabs, impales, pierces the heart, cripples the mind
One minute of each, gasps the insider -
The ropes begin to gather
Another knot forms
A mirror stands on the wall
No, there's nothing wrong.
Labels: Self
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To you, no longer held DearThere was never anger, no hatred -
what astonishment to hear
such betrayal, such a stab to the heart
Yet, I never thought of the word "part".
Instead questions ran through my brain
"why, why why?" pounded like rain
With sober clarity the scenarios flashed by
Though none of them satisfied my askance of "why"
I trusted you, with all heart and soul
Would have followed you all round the earth, till the end
But all you cared was when I said "let's just be friends".
* I wrote this in Gold Coast's airport. Just rediscovered it =)
Labels: Friendship
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the shower
The shower is strangely therapeutic.
It provides a sense of comfort by the
Ever-flowing sound of strong sprinkles
As it envelops my head into the serenity
That surrounds the bath.
And as it gives me leave to run far away
From the books that I must read and the words I must say
And the duties that make my responsibility
I find much, much protection from an identity I must be.
The shower is strangely therapeutic.
As it allows me to sit and wander underneath
The umbrella of water sprinkles that rush quickly.
Which is ironic:
Because the umbrella means to protect from water sprinkles.
And as I scrub every strand of hair
And force out every speck, follicle, and minute detail of the dirt
So creepily hidden beneath the fair, beige skin
I find much comfort in sitting, still;
Underneath the strangely therapeutic shower.
And it calms me, this shower.
It brings me to an opportunity to forget myself for a moment
And in the process,
Cleansing me and embracing me
Without an overly-possessive entrapment
But with a free, open space for to me to exit at any time I require.
The shower is strangely therapeutic.
And as I step out again of the long shower
Wrapped tightly in a big, fuzzy, warm towel
I find that I am nourished
And prepared once again to re-enter reality.
Labels: Life
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ignore
do not ask, why i look solemn today.
in fact, you would do good to ignore,
pass me and brush me off and away.
there is none on my face worth looking for
yes, you would do good to ignore.
after all, it's something you do;
pass me and brush me off and away.
do not let my spur of the moment ensue
to strike the attention i never had anyway.
yes, you would do good to ignore.
do not ask, why i have been quiet lately
it's not something you'd reach to ask
and although i would answer more gladly
my dignity says, in false attention do not bask.
yes, you would do good to ignore.
Labels: Love
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Who knows?
Perhaps it's the million chain-mails never sent
Perhaps it's the lack of patience
Or God's little punishment
a test of will even
Who knows?
Perhaps it's the past
Perhaps it's the future
Perhaps it's even the present
of letting chances slip by
Who knows?
Perhaps I myself abhor it
Perhaps I'm running away
Perhaps I'm afraid to obtain it
Perhaps i'm sick of all of it
Who knows?
Whatever I say,
Perhaps i'm waiting for the right One
Who knows?
Labels: Love
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Adorn My Heart Thy Smile Thy Presence
They Soar Me High Beyond Pessimistic Essence
Gratifies Within Me A Quality Defined Merit
Of What How And Why Answers Not Definite
As Thy Dove Flutters Gently In My Mind
My Broken Being It Collects And Bind
Those Bruises And Cracks Thus Made Fine
Thy Enchant Echoes In The Deeps of Mine
Unique: I Address Thee Time to Time
A Profound Ruby Much a-Dazzle On A Dime
That Marks My Spot of Red Coals for Certain
'Tis Affection's Fury Blazing a-Molten
My Days Made Brighter With Thy Light
Oh, The Manner This Heart Thy 've Ignite
Yet Liest I Alone in Waves Spelling Uncertain
A Juggle How Much Longer Must I Entertain?
When Heart And Mind Acquaints No Longer
Doth So Had I Been Made A Beggar
Time And Hope They Maketh My Garment
And A Bowl Awaiting Chiefly For Thy Averment
-Joel's
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When a King falls from Grace
When a king falls from grace
One asks : "How? What happened? What took place?"
It's not something laymen understand
Once the gossips die down, they too forget -
Even so, the nobles and courtiers also probably never knew
only remembered to backstab and fawn
preparing themselves for the next new king -
We'd think the king himself will know his fault
but he too, lay lonely and forgotten -
Till the day that death comes by
his mind left only a question: "Why?"
Labels: Philosophy
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62 seconds
Confusion rings through my head
Travels the body, soul - to and fro again
I see not what I used to see
Know not what was once certainty
(which honestly, terrifies me)
Unable to comprehend
the smile the frown
the hot the cold
the love the hate
the woman the man
the beauty the monstrosity
concealed under that strong guise
a beast of simple fragility
One minute and two seconds is all it takes
for a face to change; to wipe that slate.
Labels: Self
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This is OneAnd I will run most freely into your secret
Embraced in your promised. Promised love.
And I will skip the burdens that hold me back
As I struggle, breaking anew in your enveloped.
In such satisfaction shall I find again renewal
Of the identity that fills in this fragility.
And I will be embraced.
Love me, Love. Love me, Love.
Lift me, cry I – far above the lair
And shall I soar, soar in the ever highest.
I come, victorious. Ever-victorious.
This is I, this is Love. This is One.
Labels: divine exchange
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NightAs darkness start to engulf,
Devour,
Dissolve,
Destroy,
Everything in its midst.
Cover the Shines with tall, cold, non-swaying trees.
Till all that is left is Lights from City Buildings.
It covers every inch of every corner
Every surface, emerging even more surfeiting.
And as Midnight dawns, Darkness reigns
Even more superior; more sovereign.
Till all that is left is dying Lights from City Buildings.
Labels: Philosophy
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love is a lieLove is a lie.
Because when it comes a-knocking,
It shies away from my doorstep meekly.
Apologizing for pressing the wrong
Doorbell.
When I sought to beautify what is not -
Dressed in dark red with white trimmings
A touch of scent, a kiss of my lips;
It comes a-knocking again …
This time to stop, be mesmerized
And then. Shy away meekly.
Love is a lie.
Because there is not any more space -
To wander and wonder - left at all.
Because I grow tired and weary,
Answering to mistakes on every occasion.
Yet again there is bewilderment
As to why,
WHY OH WHY
I am still answering my doors.
Is love a lie?
Labels: Love
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Anger
My hands shake, uncontrollably trembled
with an Anger, a fury contained
Words were bitten, as it cannot be spat out
Screams echoed within the mind, unable to set free
I sat with no idea, who to blame
You or I, for that Anger enclosed within.
But that Anger subsides quickly,
another shadow left in the soul.
Because there is never a release for that Anger
trapped in a body of a girl
its devils haunting within.
Labels: Self
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in the hands of anotherwhen it becomes much to hard to imagine
your aims and goals 10 years from now...
when there is a cut in your path
and a sudden diversion from your intended
when it all becomes a gray teary blur
a tighter gripping passion that enfolds you in
and a might stronger than you have ever known
you know then,
when your dreams are in the hands of another.
Labels: Life
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After Ten Minutes
She lies down on her white, pristine bed
back facing up, her eyes resolutely staring at the wall
She waits for no one
but yet her body is poised, in such a way...
it suggests an ache of longing,
a touch, just a light skim
of tender fingers down her spine
A gentle, unnatural embrace from the back
a light kiss at the back of the neck...
Oh, the list is endless!
Therefore, succumbed to unwanted needs,
A stranger shared her bed
after ten minutes.
Labels: Self
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Forbidden Love
I spy Forbidden Love
lurking in the shadows
emerging not in the eyes of Man
hiding not from the depths of hearts
Black, foreboding. Never have i seen
such an evil being.
I smell Forbidden Love
dancing round the corner
awaiting the opportune moment
to strike. Subdue the prey!
Immersed in fear. Such a small being
you are.
Forbidden Love touches you, maims you
incapitates you, captures you.
Ah, but what Bliss it is,
those few moments of Forbidden Love.
Then when Forbidden Love makes its triumphant retreat
You are left
with less than nothing.
Labels: Love
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loss
the ability to lose is not the hardest to learn.
in fact, it comes most naturally; almost inborn.
it doesn't cause that much of a pain we figure,
because in two seconds we forget our mourn.
i lost, once a memorabilia most precious
and for days i sulked and moaned about it.
yet, thinking back now. . .
perhaps i never really bothered,
when it came to discovering again my previous.
i have yet to find the humililty of the ability to seek,
but not when i have lost my book, nor my pen. . .
i have yet to find the humility of the ability to seek,
when it comes to retrieving a love once fondly mine.
i still have yet to forget my great loss,
as a two second moan lasts longer than i assume.
but for now, for myself, i have realised quite suddenly
there is a loss of my heart when it comes to you.
Labels: Loss
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Broken
Hello there friend,you still sleeping?Last night in bed,i was weeping.I don't know the reason,so don't ask me why.Coz all i knew,was i wanted to cry.I'm a nobody,owh can't you see?I'm no one to you,and no one to me.I feel pathetic,with my eyes wet and red,sometimes i wish i could move on,maybe even drop dead.Coz i'm a no good person,and an even worst friend,i'm so close to the edge,i think i'm at my end...I'm weeping now,as i write this poem,Feeling low, down,sad and broken.Time to look better,and say i'm ok,From that dark corner of my room,Far Far away.Away from it all,those things pure and bright,away from it all,from all that's good and right.I really wish,for someone to hold,Never were such finer words,May god have mercy on your soul...Labels: Depression
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seeking identitiesspeak again and you see me shut down
silently, silently; you see a indignance
smile again and you see me shut down
close all senses to an impossible nuisance.
bring me again into a routined timetable
see me suppresed behind reputations
bring me again into a routined timetable
ponder how long the length of hesitations.
expect not too much success from me
i myself draw back from full capabilities
expect not too much wonder from me
i'm still grasping the extent of my abilities.
Labels: Self
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What is a tree?
A thud.
Ouch.
He cut me down, with a tree’s greatest fear.
With a silent cry, I fell.
My body felt numb,
so numb indeed.
With a curse, he left me alone.
Was I imperfect?
Is that why you left me?
Why do I care? I asked myself.
You, who harmed me
Crippled me
Cut me down…
And so I didn’t care.
Not anymore.
Over the years I became hollow, soulless
My body is weary, I long to go.
Does anyone know? Does anyone care?
No, for I am just a tree.
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My Shining Star
How is it?
How is it that you are,
The light similar to a shining star?
The one that was there,
who guided me.
This lost soul,
stranded out at sea.
My body was strained,
and my will had broke,
but then you came,
and gave me hope.
Even though still,
i'm lost at sea,
I couldn't care less,
now that you're with me
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Lament
A road I've walked
A door I've closed
Since then brought me on another route
One of smiles and one of cries
Always the truth, a bitter lie
One wonders, though, why at such a time?
Of jealousies and wrath
Of bitterness and resign
One wonders... with a bittersweet sigh,
How much more do I have to cry?
Labels: Life
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Changing railway tracks.
My sister hates pearls.
As much as she hates them;
she polishes mine.
Sparkling white, like Mr Dentist's teeth.
My sister climbs the highest ladder,
Just to reach to the top.
Screams on top of her lungs,
but picks her frequency back up.
My sister drowned Lulu's cat in the toilet bowl,
and locked herself in the room.
This other side of hers,
made her decorate her wrists.
My sister picks up the candies on the road with me,
blow them up, and feed the hungry pigeons.
Then we spun ourselves on the grass,
and drop dead on the floor.
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don’t cry out loud.Turn the radio volume up because no one hears
And then
SCREAM with all your might
And
CRY till you cry no more.
BURY your head under your pillow
COVER it all up with the blankets that shield
And then close your eyes
Go to sleep.
PRAY for dreams that make you smile.
Wake up positive
Into a new day and dawn
FORGET the unforgiveness,
IGNORE the pain
But most of all,
don’t cry out loud
Because people have eyes to
see,
And tongues to
speak; mindsets to
judge.
CLOSE your eyes to anything else that may stab
LAUGH out heartily not bothering the thought,
The lingering thought at the back of your mind.
Trust none at all
Because there is nothing in your life
That wouldn’t disappoint.
They say time heals everything,
But sometimes it makes everything worse.Labels: Self
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I am a boy that loves my toilet.
It is a place of tranquilizing peace, in which ideas flow like milk and honey. A place the horses of imaginations run wild beyond the four walls of reality -into the domain of the surreal. It is a toilet now. It is a 'Gook' battlefield then. It is a spaceship now. It is a medieval castle then. It is anything at all my mind perceives it to be and that is why I've always seen my toilet to be a great private place for meditation -where the infinite probabilities of imaginations are nurtured every time I enter. Thus, I wanted to express them. I wanted to write it out, not with words but with light; Light on a piece of celluloid.
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One little cry
How beautiful to see you cry
Great big waves, shedding tears of lies
Frustration, anger, emotions a-whirl
Of trapped inside, that little girl.
Oh so beautiful, to see you cry
While I stand here, could only sigh
Those beautiful tears I see that fall...
I wish I can too,
you know.
Just one tear,
one little cry.
Labels: Self
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HopelessI've finally found it,
my purpose in this world.
It's to make her happy,
to bring a smile to this girl.
Sometimes she really tests me,
it's something i must bare.
She wishes to see how i tick,
to see if i really care.
Though at times when it's just too much,
and i can't take anymore,
i'd run into the little corner of the room,
to heal my heart that's sore.
The pain i feel is just too great,
it's getting harder to hide.
A number of times in front of her,
my tears did shed, i cried.
I must seem awfully weak to you,
but i am just a boy.
One that has just become,
this girl's little toy.
Call me whipped and call me blind,
for i wish to feel and see no longer.
My heart is her's yes it's true,
my love for her grows stronger.
Yet, no matter what i do for her,
it will never be good enough.
There is always some other thing,
some other problematic stuff.
No longer have i words for her,
i seem to get tongue tied.
When she asks am i okay,
somehow she knows i lied.
What must i do for her?
I've done everything i can possibly do.
It really really makes me sad,
to the point that i turn blue...
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unanswereds
When I realize the limit of the night
Haunted by heaviness – thoughts a-daunting
Have I begun to take mighty flight?
Oh, in all things; do I know this Meaning?
***
When I acknowledge the impunity of this body
The weakness of failing and falling
Somewhere in the middle of all this; an identity
Have I recognised myself as this Being?
***
When I lose the backbones of my comfort
And wake up to a Maturity I sought to find
Will I ignore this responsibility heard;
Or rise up to the challenge that is now mine?
***
When I finally admit to being fearful,
Do they scorn and mock behind vivid faces;
Or shall I not ever cry out loud a fool
And surrender - keep silent; secretive; a-dazes?
***
Truly no answers doth satisfy any lament
Despite any conclusion, I lay still confused
Neither acceptance here, a choice hence
Nor patience at all; until I am finally mused.
Labels: Self
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Spinning Bottles ;
You draw yourself far as I mold myself,
Then you told me life is way ahead,
And that we ought to live for the speeding days.
You're already in the little hole in my life.
I know you're the same as me;
Pretty much stuck, and no lights out.
But they kept rewinding the home movies in your head,
Then they took you away to the other side of town.
Spinning bottles; kissing boys.
I drew a line between the past and the present,
Coloring portraits and acknowledging the world.
But the colors were always pale, never bright.
Again and again, we danced nearer yet million miles apart.
Reciting thoughts, defining future.
Like a million pieces of a shattered crystal ball glued back together,
And turned out not to be lousy at all, as good as new.
Everything seems to fall back in place.
You're already in the little hole in my life.
I know you're the same as me;
We will stay in here, and light each other up.
P/s: To my other whole half.
Labels: Love
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Our songHe smiles.what a
blessing to be your friend
thick and thin, bruises bones, everything can mend
I'll stand strong and stay for you
take comfort to know, you'll do it too
He cries.Curse, what a
curse, to be your friend
The worst, oh the worst that heaven could send
Only standing by your side
Holding in tears, all that I cry
I know.Thank you, my friend, o' suffering friend
You, whose shoulder I always lend
I know blessing and curse, both i am
And regrets piled, as i never could lend a hand -
In helping those sorrows you keenly feel
of your broken heart that never can heal
I love you but
love you, i can never do
Not in the way you hoped me to.
Labels: Friendship
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‘…’
Joel K.H. Soh
Wonder: Heavens and deeps fashioned in order,
Lies all lives at the mercy of equilibrium,
Confined within a system, a system within a plan,
An ever divine power, our never capable understanding;
Who sought to seek? You ought not to ask,
Of futile efforts that make vain jokes;
Oh, we laugh about now and then; spit on them even worst,
Those who tried and fail; those who try and will fail.
Thus is it not obvious?
Certain terms comprehension permits; a license for limitations, some may say.
Hence do not bypass the word; the word is ‘infinite’
Stop pretending to perceive it well, you see it not,
How would you know?
Ponder: Head to toe; only these are yours!
Lies all matters in tangles and knots,
Confined within you, you within nothing!
That ever divine call, your never will to heed.
How far have I strayed? Far enough! Realize:
Of blind headings that make vain jokes;
Oh, everyone laughs now and then; spit on you even worst,
You who tried and fail; you who failed and never got up.
Thus is it not obvious?
One term comprehension provides; that you may persevere, so He says.
Hold on tight, it is your might; the word is ‘faith’
Stop pretending to perceive it well, it requires living it,
Since you see it not!
Labels: Religious
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LoveCrawl with me
every step of the way
When I have
lost my will to run
Hold on to me,
Love; and I shall behold failures
none.
Bid my soul to
soar into the infinite skies above
And my broken wings will
find healing to serve.
Mesmerize me, and I shall never meet loss.
Fill me, that i cease not to forget my cause.
And then i shall be whole, when i see you in
victory;
But till then Love, I pray that you be proud of me.Labels: Spiritual
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Sweet MaidenGoodnight sweet maiden from heaven above,
may you drink the waters of pure love,
feel your life in every limb,
and find your partner that lucky 'him'.
I shall remain forever by your side,
watching over you while i hide,
in the shadows and out of sight,
away from the sun and away from the light.
Protecting you from all that harm,
from all those things that cause alarm.
So goodnight sweet maiden I pray you tell,
for your place is in heaven while mine is in hell.
Labels: Poetry
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bleed again
Truthfully
I don't think I can take it again
Can't you imagine
having to go through it once more
Tear off your hands
gnaw at them -
skin to bone
Overthink, overeact!
Overfeel, overdo,
crack.
Feel lost
Feel lonely
Feel gone
Dead
Away
Worse, unable to cry
emotionless...
Don't make me go through it again
Don't.
Don't..
..make me hate.
Labels: Poetry
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Goodnight
Joel K. H. Soh
A new day lies a corner, mine to unwrap;
Of joy or sorrow or both, that I know not of;
Best do it hand and flex, so fit a start;
Rest essential wears to come,
Doze off I must a new day is come.
Hence pursed lips, lets lose a sigh.
To wish Goodnight, would mark the end.
Into the bottom of deeps, the end reaches not;
Down in the core, where feelings roam free;
One like a dove, so graceful and cheer;
Flies alive both night and day, singing
'I miss you so' in endless tunes.
A new day is come, with its blizzard of tones.
Hit me hard or come touching by,
I can't care less as they go passing by.
For a-bliss I carry so close by:
an image of you smiling by.
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The hundred dollar string.Put your best record on ; my daddy's home.Skip the long goodbyes because it will only lengthen the farewell.Please, state my path because I'm going to go the otherwise.After all these, my mind's going for a scream test.Smile for that bloody camera camwhore.You know its deeper underneath the surface ; drink up.Plot my tears inside the squares; do they measure up?Maybe its all worth for another hundred bucks.Bail me for another night love, I can't seem to run from my habit.You know where they always play the old music and films?Labels: Poetry
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ShatteredNo words i utter i can describe,
The awful pain felt deep inside,
And through my eyes you shall see,
The darker side that's part of me.
I saw myself tortured in a dream,
But did not shout or even scream,
Dark figures laid their hands on me,
Their faces shrouded i could not see.
They broke my fingers and then my bones,
They let out laughs while i, groans,
Seated there in the dark corner of the room,
Fated to die inside an empty tomb.
Then she came and took me away,
Accompanied me through those Godless days.
And when i thought i had finally been saved,
She turns around only to
scave.
To hurt me more and even more so,
She finishes me off with a final blow.
Yet i lived i had survived,
To continue life, dead; yet alive.
Labels: Poetry
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RevealedLooking at him I felt something melt away
Not my heart, not my soul.
In horror I saw the first coating of wax slide off
His glorious brown eyes, his smooth skin,
His soft lips...
Revealing that cold stone structure within
A sight of him that was never shown
The indifference, the icy resolve,
The relentless gaze...
I cringed and backed off,
Turning my heels, with not a glance backwards,
I ran.
Labels: Poetry
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portrays.there's a certain look in his eyes
when he tells me he loves me.
it is filled with a patience i don't fathom;
a tenderness...
a tenderness i never knew before.
it is filled with a different glimmer,
a quiet, silent satisfaction -
that still puzzles the both of us.
there's a certain smile that he smiles
when he tells me he loves me.
it is an honest indication of an honest emotion
and i know then;
he adores.
oh he adores!it is a comfort to look upon; a promise immortal,
a kindness unheard, unseen, unventured.
there's another look on his face,
a shadow of gray that hides in guilt.
a loss of twinkle; loss of pursuit.
an impatience to be quickly over with.
Destruction;
Death; of that which overwhelms.
aye, there is another look on his face,
when i become uninvited.saraL*:)
Labels: Love
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Lucky? you or me
I saw a crazy girl today
sitting in the neighbourhood park
with leaves and twigs in her unruly hair
she fits in perfectly, like the tree in the park.
As I got close she looked at me
and started sprouting words of plea
Words? No, wait, just animal sounds it seems
and gestures to her mouth, wide-opened, saying 'food please'.
Her eyes were wild and unfocused
as she points and wails away
I kept my head down and walked right past
as if afraid her madness might contract
Once far away I looked behind
There she was, back where she sat
I can't help a surge of pity
madness, it seems, feels pretty lonely.
But as I walked I saw -
a father with his only son,
spending limited minutes in fakery
A wife with bedraggled hair,
and only one half of two rings
a girl with a defiant face,
her eyes hiding a sea of tears
And a boy with two unborn children waiting,
his feet heavy with responsibility.
Then i took a look back at the girl
with leaves and twigs in her unruly hair
But the surge of pity wasn't there.
Instead, i feel like she's the lucky one.
Labels: Life
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reasons why.because in all things, we all hope it'll work.
because in all things, we are secretly failures.
because in all things, we seek recognition.
because in everything, we want to be,
...Identified.Because,in all things, we still wonder who we are.
in all things, we question much.
in all things, in the midst of all things;
... we are still lost.
saraL*:)
Labels: Life
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Tied
I say you're gone but you're always
there
A shackle, a chain?
Secured around my neck.
But oh no, don't you once
think
you have anything
that doesn't make
me
want to break
these chains apart.
Labels: Poetry
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when it ends. So I guess it finishes here today.
None can power to persuade;
No trace, no memory; nothing at all.
And along with the sadly gone,
Dreams must vanish too.
We comply so easily, it's a waste
What really could have been,
Cries mistakably lonely again.
Spent precious lifetime chapters
Concluding worthlessness; anyway.
Say goodbye for the last time now,
We'll wish each other the best
And then we disappear;
We ignore; we’ll think no more.
When sweet, sweet sorrow
Comes knocking on our doors
We must boldly say nay
Because we haven't wronged.
We'll be
kings and
queens
Just one last time before it dies
We'll love once more passionately
And then when time strikes us awake
We'll tragically end it with a kiss.saraL* :)
Labels: Love
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Fiend Within
Joel K. H. Soh
A Retirement; he Indulges That Absence Of Many;
No More Figures, No More Shadows
That Amounts A-Double The Trouble.
No More Keen Tongues Thirsty For Open Wounds;
No More Watchful Eyes That Judges Forth Razors.
– Strip Not his Armour! Leave Be his Pride…
Mercy For All he’s Left, – his Worth;
his Isolation: What Dreadful Comfort!
Caged Within Concrete Lines; Brick Walls
That Make him Holy; Set Apart. – Feed Not
The Black Dog! You Must Starve It To Insignificance
And Pamper The White Instead! – Such Confinement
his Baby Inferior Delights, Least IT Threatens To Roll
And Wail. Perhaps Even Screech And Scratch?
he Would Not Chance Such Shameful Resignation.
Best Levite To IT! Leastwise his Footing Shakes Not
And That Faint Control Still Within Grasp…
– Motion: Already A Stranger; And Life? That
Long Forsaken Myth! he Is Now One With Solitude.
No Longer That Hideous Pore On The Face Of Society
As he Diminishes Into Thin Air; No Longer A Figure
Visible For Judgments, Nor A Solid For Piercing.
Evaporating Into Tranquility; Peace Streams him High.
he Is That Four Walls; he Is That Space Between;
he Is That Cage; That Freedom Is he. – Take Heed! The
Black Dog Grows Fast. Oh! The Manner you Feed It!
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hello! this is a combined poetry blog by me, sara; xiao; and joel. :)
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