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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