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?
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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?
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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?
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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?
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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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