~a dReaMeR's dOoDLeS~

2010-05-05T16:48:00.003+08:00

Shattered Dreams Reclaimed

2009

we were dining, just us two..

spoke of the old days where we will be ancient..

laughing and chuckling, having a merry time..

out came three ladies walking by..

startled by the mirror reflection across the sizzling metal..

even though we were two, we are three..

sniffing at the beef and foie gras, such sweet meats..

pointing out similar traits, gleeful at the fats we noticed..

and we whispered to each other with a tinge of a smirk..

"when we become old.. we are just gonna be like these ladies.. except hotter.."

2010-03-15T11:21:00.007+08:00

TRASH

simply dust beneath our feet..

what a waste of time pre-buffering the situation and creating ridiculous children talk..

seeing your awkward reactions to my efforts made us laugh..

shoo! out when the trash you go..!

2 is better than 1

2010-02-25T00:43:00.001+08:00

2007-10-03T10:00:00.000+08:00

Something called Honesty

something to be proud of with nothing to hide..
so why do lies cover my eyes?
just like flies who infest my wounds..
more pain experienced from a dead corpse's doom..
something big within everything small..
stop scratching these cold sores on my paws..

2006-06-11T17:03:00.000+08:00

Dance, Dance

Video:PCD - Stick With You
by top5hot

2006-04-18T22:14:00.000+08:00

Pretty Young Love

she was such a pretty young thing..
bright-eyed and vibrant..
almond soul windows they proclaimed..
the world was a bed of roses for her..
her flawless skin a testament of her comfortable life..
those cheeks a landscape of velvety pink sunset..
they were envious of her full, coral lips..

she was such a smart young thing..
everyone who met her knew she was going to shine..
nothing a slight bit unfortunate came her way..
her parents were constantly proud of their sparkling gem..
pleased at their ravishing creation..
the people around them basked selfishly in her sunshine radiance..

with such astonishing beauty..
she had no lack of suitors..
each bearing flowers, gifts and cash..
just to name a couple..
this page lacks the time for tale..
the choices were easy..
these lads left the better impressions..

one came from the west..
offering companionship, adventure and passion..
he had the charms of a fairy-prince..
a pair of eyes in the deepest sapphire..
a mighty silhoutte with the broadest shoulders..
he loved fast cars and the smell of rubber burning tar..
just like how he lusted for her when she smiles..

the other came from the east..
offering family ties, stability and lifelong dependence..
he had the sober look of a vegan..
two geninue eyes came fluttering hearts..
a shorter shadow compared to his adversary..
he loved poetry and nice home-cooked dinners..
just like how he savours each grain of rice between his teeth..

one left her breathless..
the other left her speechless..
she had no qualms settling for either..
but the difficulty is neither.. legally on paper..

2006-01-31T17:21:00.000+08:00

Maybe (It might just be you)
- Stephen Bishop

Time, I've been passing time watching trains go by..
All of my life..
Lying on the sand watching seabirds fly..
Wishing there could be someone..
Waiting home for me..

Something's telling me it might be you..
It's telling me it might be you..
All of my life..

Looking back as lovers go walking past..
All of my life..
Wondering how they met and what makes it last..
If I found the place would I recognize the face..

Something's telling me it might be you..
It's telling me it might be you..
So many quiet walks to take..
So many dreams to wake and there's so much love to make..

I think we’re gonna need some time..
Maybe all we need is time..
And it's telling me it might be you..
All of my life..

I've been saving love songs and lullabies..
And there's so much more..
No one's ever heard before..
Something's telling me it might be you..
Yeah, it's telling me it must be you..
And I'm feeling it'll just be you..
All of my life..
It's you, it's you..
I've been waiting for all of my life..
Maybe it's you..
Maybe it's you..
I've been waiting for all of my life..

2006-01-08T21:49:00.000+08:00

The view below

It was raining a hell lot today..
Clawing tightly against the frosty window pane..
I saw black birds swirling against the darkening skies..

The winds blew and howled silently..
Like an impending doom heading my way..
Maybe a road accident from across where I sat..

I stopped breathing for a moment.. unsure..
Listening.. Looking.. Heaving..
The peeled skins of mini oranges sweetened the cool air..

The view below my balcony was not much of a sight now..
But I blissfully imagined of flying once again..
To have the birds' looming shadows across the pavements..

Closing my eyes.. I saw the view below..
The ebbing of the tidal waves.. Blue, green, gold..
I saw mountains and valleys.. the purple, pink sun..

I soared higher and higher..
My eyes small from the sun rays..
My breath fast from the moisture clouds..

The rain danced happily on my hair..
A bright dark tousled mess of brown..
It was cold.. So very frigid..

Lower and lower..
I saw the same balcony I once stood upon..
I smelt the same mini oranges I stomached..

The rain was stopping..
Winds slowed to a bare whisper..
I opened my eyes.. Glad that I made it safely back home..

2005-10-17T03:00:00.000+08:00

So Angry

These acidic tears have burnt the sides of my face off..
Two cigars has been forced through my hollow eyes..

Savouring the sizzling hot tong against my pink tongue..
Watch that dreaded bubbling white across my words..

A nasty hammer pounded ten sharp nails..
What lovely five-pointed stars to staple each bleeding ear..

Salty threads through needles pierced sweetly into my two hearts..
Not so visibly on one was your name written in bile..

Over my head lay a deformity of snakes..
Snipping suddenly at my flaking scalp..

All sexed-up but nowhere to go..
Blue poisoned ice for all the hot-blooded lads..

Damn it.. not worth true worth..
Once.. twice.. thrice.. gone!

2005-10-17T02:49:00.000+08:00

Butt

scared of failure but eager to take risks..
rough hands provide the gentlest touch..
totally brand new but yet so old..

saying "my best" when there's still more?
it's funny this bounce off the wall..

talk about a ball-less soccer player..

2005-08-30T23:34:00.000+08:00

Desperado

he lurks, stalks and preys..
she gingerly walks in the light..
hoping to make a sight..
operational figures making a play..
both willing victims full of plight..

if I was to turn desperate..
I still wouldn't want a desperate man..
for patience pays off..
look towards the end of the rainbow..
ensured that there will be a pot of gold..

2005-08-21T21:52:00.000+08:00

Fix you
Coldplay

When you try your best, but you don't succeed
When you get what you want, but not what you need
When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse

And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

When high up above or down below
When you're too in love to let it go
But if you never try you'll never know
Just what you're worth

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

Tears stream down your face
When you lose something you cannot replace
Tears stream down your face
And I...

Tears stream down your face
I promise you I will learn from my mistakes
Tears stream down your face
And I...

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

2005-08-21T21:27:00.000+08:00

To my dearest mama,

I think they're urging you to go with them..
I know you will have to leave someday..
So bid your farewells if you have to..
I don't want you to be torn..
For it hurts me more than you'll ever know..
Sink into peaceful sleep because you deserve to..
May tranquility lull you into forever bliss..
The terrible mortal world has left you alone..
Still, you know I don't ever want to let you go..
But say the word and I'll look away..
Just give a defeated gesture..
And I'll let you fade..
The pain in my heart is stinging my eyes..
The tears I conjure never seem to end..
Nonetheless, trust that I will only be so upset..
And it'll be merely a fraction of the time being..
I'll remember every word and each hug..
Your generous love and patient guidance..
Your constant soothing protection..
Because of you, I grew up..
I will miss you so much..
But believe that I'll be fine..
Because I'll see you again..
Somewhere, somehow..
Look out for me when you're gone..
And please remember me..
For I love you..

2005-08-16T01:19:00.000+08:00

Reminder of Bliss

bliss is a happiness..
a joy that cannot be expressed through mere words..
but from thoughtful gestures and sunny smiles..

bliss is remembering one's birth date..
a surprise party at some cosy corner..
magnified after no expectations..

bliss is a mother loving her daughter..
regardless of successes or failures..
savouring a tear of joy in a hug..

bliss is a warm and fuzzy feeling..
a cute twinkle in her eye..
a clever skip in her steps..

bliss is having wonderful people around..
loving the individuals who really matter..
knowing these angels will always be by her side for life..

2005-07-21T22:44:00.000+08:00

Unwritten

I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined
I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your innovations

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else
No one else can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines
We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inner visions

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else
No one else can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else
No one else can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

Unwritten - Natasha Bedingfield

2005-07-19T22:57:00.000+08:00

Linger

wine taste better with age..
relationships last longer with faith..

If you, if you could return.

Don't let it burn, don't let it fade.

I'm sure I'm not being rude, but it's just your attitude.

It's tearing me apart.

It's ruining everything.

I swore, I swore I would be true.

And honey, so did you.

So why were you holding her hand?

Is that the way we stand?

Were you lying all the time?

Was it just a game to you?

But I'm in so deep.

You know I'm such a fool for you.

You got me wrapped around your finger.

Do you have to let it linger?

Do you have to, do you have to..

Do you have to let it linger?

Oh, I thought the world of you.

I thought nothing could go wrong.

But I was wrong.. I was wrong.

If you, if you could get by, trying not to lie.

Things wouldn't be so confused.

And I wouldn't feel so used.

But you always really knew.

I just wanna be with you.

But I'm in so deep.
You know I'm such a fool for you.
You got me wrapped around your finger.
Do you have to let it linger?
Do you have to, do you have to..
Do you have to let it linger?

And I'm in so deep.
You know I'm such a fool for you.
You got me wrapped around your finger.
Do you have to let it linger?
Do you have to, do you have to..
Do you have to let it linger?

You know I'm such a fool for you.
You got me wrapped around your finger.
Do you have to let it linger?
Do you have to, do you have to..
Do you have to let it linger?

Linger - The Cranberries

2005-07-19T22:41:00.000+08:00

The Waterfalls of Tears

a confused relationship..
where she yearned freedom..
he craved commitment..

an untimely setting..
where she stood still for time..
and he started off too early..

a subtle difference..
she had glamour stars for friends..
he took solitary strolls along the sea..

an unearthly hour..
and she's still out..
he's crying over sad songs..

a pair of fickleminded souls..
both with companionship to offer..
both with hearts to mend..

2005-06-16T02:00:00.000+08:00

What comes after Death?

many memories..
good and bad..
images flashing..
voices singing..

a moment will arrive in time..
no hiding so no value in pining..
religions create amazing explanations..
but what happens after we die?

A light at the end of the never-ending tunnel?
A walk through the valley of Death?
A reincarnation wheel?
A paradise where angels fly?

Where have my grandpas gone?
Have they found the answer to that lifelong question?
Can they hear me when I pray?
Do they know I miss them and speak to them sometimes?

Do we feel the dirt engulfing us?
Will I float through the clouds?
Does the burning flames hurt my physical possession?
Will I meet those long-gone when I one day become long gone?

2005-06-16T01:42:00.000+08:00

The Fortune-Teller

decked out in red and gold..
little stalls cheer the walkers by..
not a cookie but a creature..
of wicked humor and century-long tenure..

the stout stool held its breath..
a blue denimed ass touched its face..
messing up the neatly-slicked carrot-top..
"my legs are about to give way!!"

"Tell me my fortune, wise man?
Let me know of my future."
exchanging breaths on wrists..
hugging pulses beating time..

comic expression became dead grim..
a sigh followed the raise of eyeballs..
twitch of the brows scared blue denim's owner..
"Tell me, wise man. Don't look so grim."

"With a rise, there is a fall.
With a fall, comes a war.
Between coldness and warmth you will choose to dwell.
Surround yourself with ones who mean well."

blankness broke the icy silence..
blinking back into reality..
the customer looked lost..
"Explain further, wise one."

a nod and more words to come..
"Nothing is certain in this life.
The only constant is change.
Let destiny and intuition lead the way."

pure crap..

2005-06-16T01:29:00.000+08:00

The Trip

ethnicity.. eccentricity.. enthocentrism..
manifestation in the variety of race and colour..
religions from across all borders..
a sore thumb sticks out of the rut somehow..

sour prunes lacking in sweetness..
shallowness beheaded the worth of knowledge..
angry glares transformed to hopeful prayers..
what makes a man a slave?

contrasting black against snow-white..
generations emerge from ancient history..
tall concrete sprung off the Berlin Wall..
i despise those mindless stares..

new-found joys from short-term friendships..
turmoil churned in the stale of old..
it will either make or break..
the future beckons while the present froze..

2005-05-17T11:43:00.000+08:00

Eye Candy

from across the room..
as obvious as the smile on her face..
they glinted under the dull light of the ceiling..

hidden under a cap..
wearing an airy piece of cotton..
that handsome tanned face chiselled on each side..

a pair of chopsticks in hand..
they rippled with each slight move..
raw rice-fish spilt in two with each compression..

her emotions heightened..
a sudden warmth swelled up from beneath..
a noticeable rosy glow appeared on her red cheeks..

a new yet old discovery..
her friends knew way before she did..
gleaming teeth don't matter as much as those lovelies..

walking in her direction..
they were so terribly near..
she was about to go as far as she felt like going..

2005-04-26T23:32:00.000+08:00

No Good For Me

I see a home in a quiet place.
I see myself in a strong embrace.
And I feel protection from the human race.
It's not parental.

But it's a fantasy, not a reality.
And it's no good for me.
You have no idea.

That I'm walking through the clouds,
when you're looking at me.
I'm feeling like a child,
Vulnerability.
I am shaking like a leaf if you move beside me,
and you're all that I see,
but it's no good for me.

You have a home in a quiet place.
And someone else feels your strong embrace.
She is protected and she needs no chase.
And do you love her?

You're a mystery..
You're the heart of intrigue.
You're no good for me.
You have no idea.

- The Corrs [Talk on Corners]

2005-04-26T23:14:00.000+08:00

Love Gives, Love Takes

Just when I thought I was safe,
you found me in my hiding place.
I'd promised never again,
I wouldn't give my heart..

But then,
Closer, closer..
I moved near you..
The way I want you makes me fear you..

Love breaks and love divides..
Love laughs and love can make you cry..
I can't believe the ways..
That love can give..
And love can take away..

I find it hard to explain,
it's crazy, but it's happening.
And I'm falling again..
Much farther than I've ever been..

I'm falling deeper than the ocean..
I am lost in this emotion..

Love breaks and love divides..
Love laughs and love can make you cry..
I can't believe the ways..
That love can give..
And love can take away..

The Corrs [Talk on Corners]

2005-04-18T21:47:00.000+08:00

Confusion Untold

it all slowly sets in..
being at the mercy of a man..
a boy who holds the key to everything else..
but the key to his heart..

it's hard to read..
complex even to start..
the minute handwritten scribblings..
plain tough on already tired eyes..

no longer impressed..
typical of the birds and bees..
giving up is merely a stone's throw away..
the border is just a marginal line..

mystery became the definition of fatigue..
powerless posing atomic threats..
the solution to be once bitten, twice shy..
we all know it takes two hands to clap..

2005-04-06T21:56:00.000+08:00

A Whole New World

- Aladdin (1992)

Aladdin:
I can show you the world..
Shining, shimmering, splendid..
Tell me, Princess, now when did you last let your heart decide?
I can open your eyes..
Take you wonder by wonder..
Over, sideways and under..
On a magic carpet ride..
A whole new world..
A new fantastic point of view..
No one to tell us "No."
Or where to go..
Or say we're only dreaming..

Princess Jasmine:
A whole new world..
A dazzling place I never knew..
But when I'm way up here..
It's crystal clear..
That now I'm in a whole new world with you..
(Now I'm in a whole new world with you..)

Unbelievable sights..
Indescribable feeling..
Soaring, tumbling, freewheeling..
Through an endless diamond sky..

A whole new world..
(Don't you dare close your eyes..)
A hundred thousand things to see..
(Hold your breath - it gets better..)
I'm like a shooting star..
I've come so far..
I can't go back to where I used to be..

A whole new world..
(Every turn a surprise..)
With new horizons to pursue..
(Every moment red-letter..)
I'll chase them anywhere..
There's time to spare..
Let me share this whole new world with you..

A whole new world..
(A whole new world..)
That's where we'll be..
(That's where we'll be..)
A thrilling chase..
A wondrous place..
For you and me..

2005-04-05T16:57:00.000+08:00

Forgetful Perseverance

Man forgets too quickly..
a little too fast..
a little too soon..

erasing memory with each grain of sand..
chosen images will remain embedded..
the decision left to the mindholder..

sitting side by side at a movie..
feeling warm and fuzzy taking a picture..
tasting the saltiness of the sea breeze..

those moonlit dances..
the gentle heat from pretty secure hands..
cuddles before the morning light..

if only more effort was thrown in..
sprinkles of sugar and spice to add to the mundane grey..
life won't be the least bit stale, but surreal..

2005-04-05T16:43:00.000+08:00

Part of that world

-The Little Mermaid (1989)

im ready to go exploring other lands..

Look at this stuff, isn't it neat?
Wouldn't you think my collection's complete?
Wouldn't you think I'm a girl..
The girl who has everything?

Look at this trove, treasures untold..
How many wonders can one cavern hold?
Looking around here, you'd think..
Sure, she's got everything..

I've got gadgets and gizmos a-plenty..
I've got who's-its and what's-its galore..
You want thing-a-mabobs?
I've got twenty..
But who cares? No big deal. I want more..

I wanna be where the people are..
I wanna see, wanna see 'em dancin'..
walkin' around on those..
Whaddya call 'em? Oh, feet..

Flippin' your fins, you don't get too far..
Legs are required for jumpin', dancin'..
Strollin' along down the..
What's that word again? Street..
Up where they walk..
Up where they run..
Up where they stay all day in the sun..
Wanderin' free, wish I could be..
Part of that world..

What would I give if I could live..
Outta these waters?
What would I pay to spend a day..
Warm on the sand?

Betcha on land they understand..
Bet they don't reprimand their daughters..
Bright young women, sick of swimmin'..
Ready to stand..

I'm ready to know what the people know..
Ask 'em my questions and get some answers..
What's a fire, and why does it..
What's the word? Burn..

When's it my turn?
Wouldn't I love?
Love to explore that shore up above..
Out of the sea, wish I could be..
Part of that world..

2005-03-29T02:14:00.000+08:00

Little

blinky little twinkle..
sweet little chuckle..
pink little babe..
purple little buttons..
dotted little teeshirt..
brown little eyes..
bouncy little curls..
tiny little cot..
blue little blankie..
green little froggie..
soft little snores..
quiet little rabbit..

Twinkle, twinkle little star..
How I wonder where you are..
Up above the world so high..
Like a diamond in the sky..
Twinkle, twinkle little star..
How I wonder where you are..

2005-03-23T00:01:00.000+08:00

The Happiness Content-Page

gloomy, foggy days are over..
what was left at a standstill..
pleasantly sweetened by the admittance of a stranger..
cute little nervous hand-gestures..
fond smiles followed by what was hugs..
a trickle of sweat above his brow..
the flicker of mischief across his eyes..

the days of longing and hoping are over..
always waiting to be swept away on a white horse..
but instead, a magnificent unicorn in its place..
never-ending gentle music to the ears..
little pink and yellow stars in the sky..
a place of purple sunsets and rainbows..
where rose fairies partake in the dance of dawn..

2005-03-14T15:28:00.000+08:00

I Miss You.. NOT..

it's an addiction overtaken by the roads on the highway..
a surpressing obsession..
not knowing what's better..
for then and there..

craziness overflowing with creative brain juice damage..
instrumental strings will sane..
the once oppressed..
can no longer suffice..

free from all the binding ropes of measurement and hope..
anguish sets ablaze tears of fire..
not for the time-dwellers..
fit for all time-managers..

importance to the frail heart filled with cuts and bruises..
fresh deep wounds do heal..
sands and tides can wash..
this is the last, last straw..

Listen..
i miss you.. not..

2005-03-06T01:30:00.000+08:00

I MISS YOU
Darren Hayes

Gimme a reason
Why I'm feeling so blue
Everytime I close my eyes, all I see is you
Gimme a reason
Why I can't feel my heart
Everytime you leave my side, I just fall apart
And when you're fast asleep, I wonder where you go
Can you tell me, I wanna know

Because I miss you
And this is all I wanna say
I guess I miss you, beautiful
These three words have said it all
You know I miss you
I think about you when you're gone
I guess I miss you, nothing's wrong
I don't need to carry on

Gimme a reason
Why I can't concentrate
The world is turning upside down
Spinning round and round
Now gimme a reason
Why I now understand
The beauty and simplicity of everything surrounding me

You got a way of spreading magic everywhere
Anywhere I go, I know you're always there
It sounds ridiculous, but when you leave a room
There's a part of me that just wants to follow you too

Because I miss you
And this is all I wanna say
I guess I miss you, beautiful
These three words have said it all
You know I miss you
I think about you when you're gone
I guess I miss you, nothing's wrong
I don't need to carry on

It's such a hard life through most of the time
I'm just surviving
That's why I want you to know
In the world where sincerity has lost its meaning
You fill my world with so much hope

And I miss you
This is all I wanna say
I guess I miss you, beautiful
These three words have said it all
You know I miss you
I think about you when you're gone
I guess I miss you, nothing's wrong
I don't need to carry on

You know I miss you
And this all I wanna say
I guess I miss you, beautiful
These three words have said it all
You know I miss you
And this is all I wanna do
I know it doesn't sound too cool
But maybe I'm in love with you

You know I miss you
And this all I wanna say
I guess I miss you, nothing's wrong
I don't need to carry on

I just miss you
Yeah, it's true
I miss you, baby
And when you're walking out that door
I know I miss you
You make me wanna ask for more
I just miss you
Yeah, it's true
I miss you, baby

2005-02-28T22:57:00.000+08:00

The Mayhem stirring in my poor throbbing head

Beating, bashing, smashing..
this drug splashed around my insides..
corroding pain is its work to do..
failed by means and circumstance all these noons..

behind foggy, steamy panes of glass i write..
neatly typed words, a bloody task..
soothing rubs for my eyes are sore..
Damn this throat, a chore, a whore..

Sahara endures some sweltering heat..
where on earth's the floor, my paw..
burning me with your acidic tongues..
Rain, this few, you selfish fool..

remove this flint of terrible hate..
save my craze with amazing grace..
by this briar of roses and thorns..
Cursed be gone, you false, sly scorn..

2005-02-27T18:06:00.000+08:00

The grey kitty cat

to the sight i will never forget..

chasing after butterflies..
licking at the moon..
rolling about in green grass..
flicking at playful fingers..

a purr too soft..
the house so empty..
weeds grew in a matter of days..
food available no more in dishes..

hunger strikes slowly..
the light matted fur clumps..
sewages provide shelter..
dirty drain water taste poisoned..

the little kitty cat stood dizzily by the road..
mewing gingerly at another kitty cat across the traffic..
seeing smiling flowers bloom and butterflies join in flight..
little grey decides to go over to play..

before the sudden darkness..
a tinge of hurt and sky..
what was heard was smashing flesh..
of black, of red, of white..

poor little kitty cat..
its soul fled instantly from the ugly carcass..
but thankfully it's no longer on the pitiful side of the road..
it's somewhere heavenly, where little kitty cats roamed in gold..

2005-02-27T16:33:00.000+08:00

Thunderclaps

startled shock by the loudness..
my messy head arose from the mountains of notes..
another flash of bright sent me jolting with static..
around me was the sullen grey..

a sudden beep from the white screen before me..
forty-six messages blinking orange..
a chaotic flood of words and numbers..
i slammed the laptop shut..

silently treading across puddles..
the living room was quiet and still..
the lightning shouted at the thunder outside..
cursing for him to keep his noise down..

the buildings seem so faraway today..
i can only make out blurry white silhouettes..
smouldered, faded, jaded..
the bleak blood swam like water down drains..

the thunder just shouted again in return..
their claps were made from anger..
the forests are happy with hunger..
quenching their fires with vigour..

2005-02-12T20:40:00.000+08:00

Breathe (Michelle Branch)

less than two years older.. but now still is the answer..

Well it's all so overrated,
in not saying how you feel.
So you end up watching chances fade,
and wondering what's real.

BUT

If I just breathe..
Let it fill the space between,
I'll know, everything is alright.
Breathe..
Every little piece of me,
you'll see, everything is alright.

If I just breathe..

2005-02-12T20:29:00.000+08:00

What makes a good loser

having to admit how right it is..
though wishing wholeheartedly it would flaw..
but knowing destiny has a part to play..
smiles are all there is to say..

an applause for the victor..
winning fair and square..
playing her tactics with vigour..
knowing her competitors' wriggles..

understanding it's not meant to be..
or maybe it's far too soon..
not scoffing but nodding at the blame..
welcoming other friendly gestures with glee..

2005-02-12T20:25:00.000+08:00

Love, Me (Collin Raye)

If you get there before I do,
don't give up on me.
I'll meet you when my chores are through,
I don't know how long I'll be.
But I'm not going to let you down.
Darling, wait and see.
But between now and then, till I see you again,
I'll be loving you.

Love, me.

2005-01-24T01:42:00.000+08:00

Emotional - Diana DeGarmo

Sometimes I feel like crying
Laying down and dying
That's when I need you
Laughing's always easy
But sometimes I'm just scared you'll leave me
That's when I feel emotional

You say I'm just impossible
Totally unpredictable
I'm just a girl get use to it
No big deal
You can't change me why would you try?
I'm no angel but I can make you smile
And that's the way it is
That's just the way I am

Don't give up
I won't hurt you
Oh, sometimes I'm just a pain
And that's the way it is
That's just the way I am
That's when I need you
Laughing's always easy
But sometimes I'm just scared you'll leave me
That's when I feel
That's when I need you
Sometimes I get emotional

2005-01-18T02:03:00.000+08:00

us girls 8 years ago

2005-01-18T01:06:00.000+08:00

My girls

"to my girls.. of whom im writing.. while one is sleeping.. and the other.. crying.."

it started out as six..
and soon it dropped down to half..
but man am i glad at what we've become..

i vaguely remember the day we first got introduced..
in a class full of noisy, rowdy teenage girls..
always up for petty fights and squabbles..

the mermaid who treaded on fish over drain covers..
the pale faded panties hung way above our heads..
the upside-down baboon walking hair..

over the eight years or so..
bonds were forged and knitted tightly..
we three fought to stick together till the bitter end..

many misunderstandings and tribulations had come our way..
how one would go against the other..
occassionally splitting the three in two..

but here we are, still hand in hand..
though separation draws nearer dawn by dawn..
trials by distance, time, and seas..

the scene at the airport is going to be terrible..
the million tears wept can never be reclaimed..
but the promises made will be kept dear and near..

my dearest sistas..
i've seen you both transform in the most wonderful ways..
from the ugliest, nerdy tom-boys..
to the two beautiful young ladies standing before everyone now..
thanks for coming into my life eight or more years ago..
there had been times when life sucked terribly for us three..
but thankfully.. we have hung in there for each other..
made each other laugh, cry, and swear all at the same time..
thanks for being there for me all these while..
i love you two.. *hugs*

2005-01-17T21:03:00.000+08:00

An old wallet

"something of true sense.. taken from an email.."

Someone said... "Wallets are a lot like girls (and guys). You really have to take good care of, because if you won't, something might happen."

I know what that means.

I just lost a wallet, and I just lost someone. You know, it's the exact same thing.

One day, you just realize it's gone. You try to look for it everywhere, even going back to the places where you could have lost it. You think, and you think hard, only to come upon a grim realization: it's really gone.

Of course, you can hold on to some hope. After all, there have been some very, very lucky (blessed?) people who get it back. Perhaps you could become one of those people.

You sit home and you hope that someone would call, and that you would get it back. But then, some time passes, and you realize that it's still gone, and you realize that it's time to let go.

The first few days, you turn to your friends for support. Some tell you you'll be ok, some tell you that it was your fault and that you should have been more careful, and some tell you about their own experiences. They give you all sorts of advice, none you haven't heard before. You then go out to find a new wallet, only to realize that you don't really want a new one. You want the old one that you lost. No, you don't want all these better-looking wallets, you want yours, because of how comfortable it is, because of all the cards and pictures and other stuff in it.

You go out and carry on without a wallet, keeping your money in your pocket instead. You throw away stuff that you would have held on to if you had your old wallet.

And then, finally, you find a new wallet you like and settle in. You then start filling your new wallet, little by little. It still doesn't feel as comfortable as the old one, but it's getting there. Then you start putting in cards and pictures and other important stuff in the wallet. Soon enough, there's as much stuff in your new wallet as the old one. And then, after some time, you feel as comfortable with your new wallet. And then you realize that you've almost forgotten you ever had your old wallet.

Sure, you still remember most of the stuff you lost on that wallet. But then again, you don't remember the feeling of hurt that you felt when you lost it. That's because that wallet you lost is no longer your wallet. You're no longer holding on. This new wallet you're holding, it has all the important cards and pictures and stuff that you need. This is your wallet.

And this time, you tell yourself, you're never losing this one.

2005-01-16T23:34:00.000+08:00

Making a jaded prism

apologies will never be enough..
for something so true..
something so sweet..

tempting with your personality..
glowing with your warmth..
mesmerizing with your charm..

deliberate as the tan on your skin..
yet subtle like the dimple on your cheek..
refrain those lovely eyes from sparkling..

it's because the trying wasn't hard enough..
maybe the attention seeking was insufficient..
perhaps it was just not meant for now..

those mixed light signals had gone up in smoke..
the tiny teardrops wasted in endless sympathy..
will soon to fall like ashes into the sea..

a delicate rose petal..
icy snowcapped hilltops..
bravely fighting a war..

an intangibility that was taken for granted..
quietly making a jaded prism..
for apologies will never be enough..

2005-01-11T01:59:00.000+08:00

Constant craving

her newly rounded bellies are never full of satisfaction..
three, two or more than one of them she gladly shares..
the multitude of colors splashes over each spoonful..
savoring every bite slowly eats into her obese soul..
her glossy lips remain as evidence of this food war..
the pleasant tastes she yearn during each aftermath..

2005-01-11T01:42:00.000+08:00

Out of the open window

time has endless tales to tell..
neither ceasing nor ending..

temporal beings roam on this green patch of life..
with occassional outbursts of reds and blues..

out in the meadow lies a placid lake..
as calm as the winter's temper..

tiny fishes swimming..
molecules of life evolving..

air as fresh as peppermint corns..
the sun melting his golden rays over the maroon horizon..

glistening dew on delicate rosemary petals..
on the green green grass of home..

staring out of the open window..
she sees for a moment.. paradise..

2005-01-10T23:26:00.000+08:00

Slapped

the words got trapped in her mouth..
the tears welled up ever so gingerly..
the face she once touched so soothingly..
the lips she kissed ever so tenderly..
the person whom she loved so generously..

the slap came swift and violent..
the taunts had stopped almost immediately..
the glare he once stared so fiercely..
the look he gave always so coldly..
the person whom he changed so discretly..

it had happened too quickly..
the songs were no longer sung merrily..
his apologies shot away eventually..
she decided to let go reluctantly..
everything was soon gone suddenly..

2005-01-10T15:20:00.000+08:00

At the end

Dedicated to two of my dearest men, who both taught me much in life.
I miss you both very much.
I'll meet you both in heaven when my time comes.
Hopefully, I'll get there.

What made you release your last breath?
As we desperately pleaded for you to stay a little longer..
But go if you really had to..

Did you know we sobbed for you to try a little harder?
So you could grace us a little further..
But prolong your agony a while more..

Where did that precious drop of tear come from?
As you made our hearts sink a little deeper..
With your eyes drugged closed the entire time we were there..

What gave you the courage to move on?
Leaving the rest of us alone in this transcient hotel..
Willing and finally realizing there is a time for us to meet you again..

What was going through your mind?
The bittersweet memories in the history we once shared..
Or the trembling misery you felt as you heaved uncontrollably in your stale bed..

What did you feel in your pained heart?
When your good friend came to fetch you away..
And all you can do was to show us a significant wave..

Did you want to cry as hard and as long as we did?
With your last days of oxygen-induced sleep..
You tried to master the strength to utter..

Where are you now as I'm writing this?
I no longer see you around physically..
And just perhaps you will always be spiritually beside me..

2004-12-11T22:38:00.000+08:00

The frog that ate the grumpy old witch

"A story about a mean little woman.."

There was once a grumpy old witch..
Who lived in the woods by the sea..
In a little smelly wooden hut..
With a captive little smelly frog..

This grumpy old witch is a prick..
For she loves to whine and twitch..
She lived alone in that smelly old hut..
For the villagers shunned her, from her disgusting words..

When things went her way..
She would brag and cackle with glee..
When things went the other way..
She would curse till everyone flees..

One day, the grumpy old witch was casting a spell..
In front of a huge cauldron full of slimy goo..
She started off with various swears..
To make a beautiful princess's life a pain to bear..

She churned the goo with a big wooden spoon..
Her legs ached and itched all at the very same time..
She bent over to taste the ladle..
The frog came over and knocked her over..

The grumpy old witch furiously screeched..
"You nasty frog, get me out of this mess!"
The frog tried to holler..
"You grumpy old witch, you deserve to be ditched!"

And with that sentence, the frog kicked the cover over the pot..
Letting the witch simmer and boil..
The flames grew larger while the frog started feeling hunger..
The frog decided it was time for supper..

Along came the princess whom the witch wanted to make miserable..
The frog invited her down for some goo..
As they both looked into their bowls..
The princess realized the broth smelt gross..

The frog chomped down on his delicious supper anyway..
While the princess watched him in horror..
For with the emptying bowl came a scary soul..
A twisted face with flakiness..

The princess covered her eyes while the frog demised..
Soon all was left was a puff of smoke..
And in the place of the frog was a handsome prince..
Who had glorious blond hair of shimmering gold..

So the story ends with the same old pen..
The Prince and Princess lived happily ever after..
In short, wicked witches deserved to be burnt..
If not boiled and simmered and eaten with tasty butter..

2004-12-10T01:49:00.000+08:00

The fairy dancing in my garden of eden

Wild streak from something so sweet
Eccentric taste for all material things
Nude simplicity in its rawest form
Shocking complexity is her hidden irony
Hail this fairy princess from my garden of eden
Imagination is nothing but an overactive state of mind

2004-12-10T01:28:00.000+08:00

The knife in her head

A vulnerability..
An insecurity..
A burning question..
Many flaming questions..

Self-inflicted wounds..
A manifestation..
Beyond control..
A hysterical laugh..

A blushing bride..
A competition..
Two double-edged swords..
Three blind mice..

Money is the root to many evil..
Passion is the revenge to some mistakes..
Greed is the fruit of the grandest misfortune..
Empathy is the essence of emotions..

Stars are the shapes of solar-rocks..
Heart is the shape of a bleeding organ..
Triangle is the shape of a magnificent hat..
Square is the shape of a box to hide her in..

A smile is a twitch of the lips..
A frown is the bitch of a witch..
A smouldering gaze set the hearts on fire..
A breath is exchanging oxygen for life..

2004-12-10T01:06:00.000+08:00

Commonality

It has been said that love existed before time..
It is a primary emotion that every living creature feels..
"Always to be cherished and always to be held dearly to one's heart"..
Words of promises that can be heard from any one vow..

Regardless of location, race, gender or religion..
It is a commonality that binds one person to the other..
From down the streets in New York, to over a rainbow in Venice..
Across broad continents, and down below amongst a sunken city..

Mankind cries in many different languages..
Some of sorrow while others are of happiness..
But when tears are shed..
No longer any spoken barrier, and nothing is needed to be said..

2004-12-01T01:24:00.000+08:00

The Dieting Plan

"A little something from a big nothing.."

Being fat is undesirable..
It is ugly and unattractive..
Recall the thinner and toner..
Visualize all those eyes' directions..

Dieting allows possibility..
Possibility of gaining responsibility..
Being in control of one's body..
It is the utmost duty..

Fulfiling hidden agendas..
Supressing constant cravings..
Remember the dreaded goals..
For these are now defined as priorities..

2004-12-01T01:15:00.000+08:00

Thy gentle innocence

Thy sweet, shy innocence..
Brought smiles to pretty faces..

Now an impoverished stench..
Celebrated by the dead flies of time..

Left behind a little something..
Made of sad whimpers of doubt and self-hate..

2004-10-07T11:23:00.000+08:00

Those crayons

Black:
- Death
- Night
- Bats
- Ravens
- Chimney Sweepers

Pink:
- Flower Girls
- Cotton Candy
- Cupids
- Charm Bracelets
- Pixie Dust

Red:
- Flaming Passion
- The Devil's Angst
- Love
- Roses
- Blood Lust

Purple:
- Sunsets
- Mystery
- Poison
- Violets
- Sensuality

Blue:
- Oceanic Trenches
- Sadness
- Bubble Baths
- Skies
- Yummy Berries

Yellow:
- Innocence
- Sunshine
- Yolk
- Buttery Sauce
- Smiley faces

Brown:
- Chocolate
- Khakis
- Bronze Powder
- Rich Earthy Ground
- Coffee Beans

Orange:
- Tan
- Citrus Zest
- Joy
- Bell Chimes
- Excitement

Biege:
- Sand
- Touch
- Wheat Bread
- Baby Furries
- Sweet Powder

White:
- Snow
- Church Weddings
- An Old Wise Man
- Purity
- Hope Doves

Green:
- Meadowy Pastures
- Sick Envy
- Apples
- Nature
- Dragonflies

2004-10-06T02:26:00.000+08:00

The one in the red g-string

Sheer exhilaration and pure pleasure
Hopeful student who wishes to do well
Elegant with a touch of sweet sensation
Enormous appetite for carnal desires
Naive sometimes and still learning the ropes
A force not to be reckoned with

2004-09-30T22:57:00.000+08:00

Lessons learnt so far

Lessson 1:
"Learn to write your hurts in sand..
If you write your hurts in the sand..
It will be gone when the wind blows.."

she has learnt not to write her hurts in sand..
for as she carefully penned down those hurts..
using a sharp-ended twig with gentle force..
a blast of sand hits her face and blinds her..
it was just a helpful gesture from a gust of wind..

Lesson 2:
"Learn to carve your blessings in stone..
If you carve your blessings in stone..
It will stay there forever.."

she has learnt not to carve her blessings in stone..
for as she carved all her happiness on rock..
focusing all her strength with a chisel and hammer..
her determination allowed life to slowly slip away..
and there were no longer joys in life to smile about..

2004-09-30T04:07:00.000+08:00

Broken wing

a road.. a step.. a move..
a rock.. a stone.. a moss..
a rule.. a stigma.. a mess..

kindred spirits revolved..
deciding to finally resolve..
offering some help to the nude..

the burning showdown glare..
the use of some magical prayer..
listening to some hindi chants..

repair these wings..
tear off these ugly feathers..
pathetic broken winged bird..

when it hurts the soul..
it nourishes the mind..
and it feeds the body..

extreme conditions froze the brain..
the continual ebbing of the tide..
the constant movement from day to night..

a low growl from far far away..
the thunder bellowed after the lightning..
a sight to match the dreary ones she saw..

the snow had hardened her soul..
the sun had dehydrated her body..
the sea had carried her far far away..

like the phoenix rising from the ashes..
behold the fury of the fiery tempest..
gaining strength from the first taste of oxygen..

2004-09-30T03:58:00.000+08:00

Baby

she had a beautiful little boy that dawn..
from her recollection, he was only two days new..
she held him lovingly against her heart..
and cooed gently to him - her bundle of joy..

humming a sweet lullaby of love and hope..
wishing he'll grow up with those in scope..
an amused chuckle brightened her face..
the tired days will soon fade away..

"Listen now, my baby boy..
For Mommy has so much to tell..
To teach you of strength and not feel weak..
To hold and fear not, for Mommy will allow nothing to prick.."

her baby gazed with his wonderous eyes..
his magical thought bubbles drifted off..
breathing his Mommy's lingering sighs..
the world seemed a whirl of color to design..

Baby laughed for a moment or two..
Mommy knew he understood..
Baby yawned for the world can wait..
Mommy and Baby lay in warm embrace..

2004-09-08T01:01:00.000+08:00

The numbers of life

having just 1 person you can whisper the word, 'sweetheart' to..
having more than 2 people you can say is true family..
having the ironic 3 people you can depend on who are your 'best' friends..
having at least 4 people you can hang out with and call your close friends..

attaining a position in the top 10 of your class..
receiving 11 presents on your twenty-first birthday..
seeing 12 roses in the bouquet sent to you on that very special day..
frowning at the number 13 on a friday of the calendar..

starting on a whole new exciting career at the age of 22..
turning 23 sees your first job promotion..
recalling the funny incident that happened aboard bus 24..
or wondering if it's perhaps the bus 25?

finally returning to England on the 30th year..
meeting your college friends for the 31st time throughout these years..
owning a nice house when you turn 32..
wishing to be happy "33-44" [translation: forever and ever]..

living the satisfied life your parents led at 45..
beaming at your child's graduation ceremony at 46..
you are only 47 when your youngest child got his first hefty paycheck..
your children told you to retire at 48 as they want to support their two older folks..

you are 55 when you hold up a frosted champagne glass at your son's wedding..
you already turned 56 when you gingerly carried your granddaughter for the very first time..
you smiled at 57 when you saw the little one taking her unsteady steps..
you bought your second grandchild his baby blue mittens at 58..

at 64, you and your spouse went on an all-expenses paid trip to Germany from your kids..
and the following year, you celebrated your 65th birthday with family and friends..
at 66, you have finally passed the official retirement age..
and inevitably from 67 onwards, the slow ending process of your life had just begun..

2004-08-28T15:18:00.000+08:00

Mane's first sneeze

blinking into the sunlight..
he takes a deep breath..
and steps right out into the open..

mama and papa gives a smile..
noticing their little boy..
treading wearily on his hind legs..

his big brown eyes crossed..
watching his own golden fur move in the breeze..
his two front feet tumbling over each other..

his fall spun up some dust particles..
tickling his black button nose..
making his cheeks pink..

the sun continued to shine boldly over his pride..
one, two and three..
he caught himself gasp..

big brother told him to try harder..
four, five and six..
he finally gave a satisfied sneeze..

2004-08-27T15:19:00.000+08:00

A big little girl

everyone around her knows..
who that big little girl is..
the one who has a needy heart...
eyes that seek attention round the clock..
a body that requires tender loving care..

she often puts herself down in front of others..
so they can nurture her soul with kind words..
but such things aren't to be forced..
that big little girl does not understand..
what she seeks is not what she is asking for..

she serves her fragile heart unknowingly..
hot and beating in the palms of her cold hands..
to those who in turn smash it up in a matter of minutes..
leaving her a pair of bloodstained hands..
red ashes seeping through her clenched fists..

the poor big little girl..
runs for shelter in the torrent rains..
blindly seeking solace and comfort in strangers' arms..
however many are reluctant to lend a listening ear..
much less the desired empathy..

sadly, quietly, and solemnly..
she treads those familiar concrete pathways..
with tired and sore eyes shut she returns home..
to the comforts of her warm bed..
the pillows torn from nights of sleepless slumber..

2004-08-25T00:43:00.000+08:00

Angel

the sweetest thing..
an innocent smile..
a gracious human being..

a giving guardian..
the loving parent..
her cheeky child..

all geninue affection..
some purest milk..
rose red love..

some crystal tears..
a soft touch..
furry white fluff..

a pink flower..
a mesmerising song..
a smiley face..

a gorgeous woman..
a handsome man..
a golden heart..

2004-08-24T23:48:00.000+08:00

Never felt like this before

never felt like this before..
or perhaps she did..
a hundred times previously..
a million years ago..

this was suppose to be happy..
but like the dirt that is choking up the sink..
she fell and got stuck..
time past by ever so slowly once again..

shivers are going up and down her spine..
the goosebumps appeared out of nowhere..
her eyes glared angrily..
at something.. somewhere.. out there..

this wasn't suppose to be like that..
which part of the equation had gone wrong?
total re-enactment of the circumstances..
she was reviving the moments..

she saw the smile..
she scrowled at the innocence..
she felt the fury..
she is left with the regrets..

2004-08-21T22:41:00.000+08:00

If I ain't got you

Some people live for the fortune..
Some people live just for the fame..
Some people live for the power.. yeah..
Some people live just to play the game..

Some people think that the physical things define what's within..
I've been there before..
But that life's a bore..
So full of the superficial..

Some people want it all..
But I don't want nothing at all..
If it ain't you, baby..
If I ain't got you, baby..
Some people want diamond rings..
Some just want everything..
But everything means nothing..
If I ain't got you..

Some people search for a fountain..
Promises forever young..
Some people need three dozen roses..
And that's the only way to prove you love them..

And in a world on a silver platter..
And wondering what it means..
No one to share, no one who truly cares for me..

Some people want it all..
But I don't want nothing at all..
If it ain't you, baby..
If I ain't got you, baby..
Some people want diamond rings..
Some just want everything..
But everything means nothing..
If I ain't got you..

Some people want it all..
But I don't want nothing at all..
If it ain't you, baby..
If I ain't got you, baby..
Some people want diamond rings..
Some just want everything..
But everything means nothing..
If I ain't got you..

If I ain't got you with me, baby..
Nothing in this whole wide world don't mean a thing..
If I ain't got you with me, baby..

If I ain't got you - Alicia Keys

2004-08-21T00:37:00.000+08:00

The Sunflowers

there are six sunflowers on her table..
bold, bright and beautiful..
many cheerful smiles greeting her every morning..

beaming with magnificance..
glowing with joy and laughter..
standing tall and proud above the other breeds..

amongst the white, green and purple..
the choir sings a song loud and clear..
each note sharpened to perfection..

each big, brown eye..
glaring and intimidating..
shooting airy arrows when disturbed..

they chuckle with each daybreak..
the long-awaited sun-rays peeking from beyond the clouds..
heating the shivering from nights empty and cold..

their mistress was a sunflower..
breathing and loving the bright sunshine..
licking the moisture off the morning dew..

"Good morning, Sunshine.."

2004-08-21T00:17:00.000+08:00

Do something for a change

tired of being sick and tired..
dreading to face the next day..
missing the romance..

needing the touch..
seduced by the sinewy..
forgoing the fantasies..

with passing time..
days and months..
nothing will come out of nothingness..

numbness and void of emotions..
throw away the last straw..
lingering thought to see them again..

noticing this strange land..
the paleness of the mask over the face..
barely able to smile anymore..

do something for a change..
speaking a word..
or give a smile..

don't hide that curve under that line..
overturn the overturned..
open up the palms..

enjoying the interlocking hands..
snap open the hidden chest..
picking up the treasure..

2004-08-03T23:22:00.000+08:00

Stones taught me to fly

Still a little bit of your taste in my mouth..
Still a little bit of you laced with my doubt..
Still a little hard to say, "What's going on?"..

Still a little bit of your ghost, your witness..
Still a little bit of your face I haven't kissed..
You step a little closer each day..
And I can't say, "What's going on?"..

Stones taught me to fly..
Love taught me to lie..
Life taught me to die..
So it's not hard to fall..
When you float like a cannonball..

Still a little bit of your song in my ear..
Still a little bit of your words I long to hear..
You step a little closer to me..
So close that I can't see what's going on..

Stones taught me to fly..
Love taught me to lie..
Life taught me to die..
So it's not hard to fall..
When you float like a cannonball..

Stones taught me to fly..
Love taught me to cry..
So come on courage!
Teach me to be shy..
'Cause it's not hard to fall..
And I don't want to scare her..

It's not hard to fall..
And I don't wanna lose..
It's not hard to grow..
When you know that you just don't know..

Song: Cannon Ball - Damien Rice

2004-08-03T14:58:00.000+08:00

Twenty one

cried like she had never cried before..
planned like she had never planned before..
felt like she had never felt before..

going on to twenty one is an amazing feeling..
eagerly anticipated yet totally intimidating at the same time..
it's different this time, despite having grown up twenty times before..

it seemed like time whizzes swiftly by like a cannon ball..
encountering the occasional punches in the gut..
whenever a feeling overwhelms you from within your belly..

the night before was awesome..
conversational topics arose naturally before the cold salty river breeze..
it was surreal watching lovers snuggle in each other arms..

life schemes were laid out with great understanding..
from generic emotional scope to the tiniest financial detail..
everyday activities were discussed with laughter and determination..

falling asleep by the river..
listening to the movement of the tides..
then staring at the shiny twinkly stars in the sky..

the past had been childishly hilarious..
the present is confusingly pleasant..
the future will be unknown exhilaration..

2004-08-01T01:29:00.000+08:00

Realization

Realization is when you no longer feel a thing..
when your heart forgets to skip a beat, when he nears..
your smile no longer appears naturally..
your glance travels away..

Realization is when friends who mean the whole world..
becomes something left behind..
an object that will be forgotten with wind..
a commodity that can be bought and then sold..

Realization is turning around..
looking back at someone you once cared for..
when the future is called the past..
and that you can smile and carry on moving forward..

Realization is the moment in time..
when the last tear is shed..
and the final sob can no longer be heard..
when you reluctantly decide to take a rest..

Realization is when you take down the pictures on the wall..
bravely staring at them for the longest time..
before taking a deep breath..
tearing and tossing them into the fireplace..

Realization is when wrinkles are borne..
those defiant lines on her pretty face..
reminding others of her lovely smiles..
taunting her of her grave mistakes..

Realization is when a car swerves..
missing you by less than an inch..
knocking you to the side of the concrete pavement..
blood trickling down your arm..

Realization is when you agree with yourself..
deciding to forgo all material superficiality..
remembering that the simple pleasures in life are priceless..
that realization happens after a genuine long-fought smile..

2004-07-24T09:52:00.000+08:00

Rain

tears from the skies above..
splashing down on her with all their might..
teasing her with their tremendous flight..

crying yet laughing at the same time..
these tears are probably those of mixed emotions..
joy and sorrow rolled into one body of substance..

the sun is suppose to be out today..
she wants to see it emerge from beneath the damp clouds..
"Rain, rain.. go away.. come again another day.."

the grey fog it brings along..
the surreal calm before it's all bright and dandy..
the blanket to skive under from all mundane daily activities..

she enjoys the rain..
on a hot summer's day..
cooling off the sweat on her skin..

she loves the rain..
cuddling warm under her pink covers and pillows..
listening to the comforting resonance outside..

a crazy thought to chase after thunderstorms..
follow them through different countrysides..
racing madly against time and typhoons..

the energy derived from merely combining chemistry..
creating magnificent lightning sparks..
it's funny seeing fat cows fly..

she hates the rain today..
the way it makes her fume with frustration..
the never-ending noise it makes outside her windows..

she's mad at the rain today..
her friends are complaining and she's stomping her feet..
they were suppose to go to the beach already..

2004-07-20T14:46:00.000+08:00

The strangest mix-up

she surprises with each sudden frown..
each sudden smile..
each unexpected word..

those thoughts in her head..
strange as it may seem..
but totally honest like many white lies..

she wants things done her way..
but often suppresses it..
more stubborn than a mule..

keep those ideas under control..
no matter how hard it is..
she won't know till she tries..

torn and shattered..
the pieces of glorious dreams fall back to earth..
a mixture of the milky way and twinkly dust..

the heavens are going to be dark tonight..
the stars had hid themselves from her wrath..
the same angst appearing once again from a time so long ago..

singing while treading carefully on a tight rope..
her feet gingerly feeling for the next move..
she stretches out her hand for better balance..

a green fly lands on her palm..
she crushes it lightly..
enjoying the wet texture between her fingers..

a walking contradiction..
an unspoken irony..
the greatest mistake created..

2004-07-20T00:49:00.000+08:00

Stitched lips

"I have no more words.."

with a needle in her nimble fingers..
she began to prick the sharpness through her softness..

first stitch to bind all thoughts..
second stitch to keep in all words..
third stitch to seal her lips forever..

sew it tight..
comments can be made no longer..
press the wire down hard..
no point in having lips that cannot express..

this hurts really bad..
stop crying for no one sees..
the stitches are not a pretty sight..
keep it away from the newborn's eyes..
she will hence learn to speak of love and truth..

to let out how she really feels..
the little puppy who fetches the paper each morning..
the voice within is screaming to get free..
don't stare at her with all these harshness..

brutality marks across what was left of her red lips..
ugly wires going in and out of her torn skin..
shut your eyes so no one sees..

the wounds seem really horrid..
please give her some bandages..

"...but, I need to speak.."

2004-07-20T00:29:00.000+08:00

The still-learning process

the tales slowly drifted away with the crashing waves..
stories spoken from trembling parted lips..
taking a deep breath of air..
she plunged and dove down into the depths of the sea..

her tears merged with the salty taste of life..
causing the ocean to feel for her frail body..
stronger and faster she kicked..
and deeper and deeper she went..

the words burned and ripped..
her flesh bled a bright red..
"Do unto others, what you want others to do unto you.."
she had hurt too many people in her life..

one by one..
the visions of sorrow appeared in front of her face..
now swollen with an abundance of moisture..
the regrets starting sinking in slowly and painfully..

"I've learnt enough in this lifetime.."
a mouthful of air fled from her lips..
"I'm tired and slumber has come knocking on my door.."
the last shimmer of life seeped through her veins..

darkness engulfed the sinking body..
lower and lower..
slower and slower..
and time came to a standstill..

2004-07-13T23:00:00.000+08:00

The inner voice

Sure, the task is difficult, the road is long, and the challenges are great. And yet, somewhere deep inside, you know you can do it.

Your outer thoughts and words may complain loudly about the trouble, frustration and annoyance. Yet your innermost thoughts know that what is best is to move ahead with it, despite all the trouble.

Listen to that inner voice, the one telling you that yes, you can. Listen to that inner voice, the one reminding you that yes, you must.

That inner voice can give you valuable perspective, for it is not distracted or dismayed by the events of the moment. Certainly it's useful to pay attention to the moment, and it's also important to keep the big picture in mind.

And when you measure the challenges of this moment against the big picture of your life, you'll know that you can handle those challenges. When you view the opportunities of this moment within the big picture, you'll know that your efforts will be richly rewarded.

Listen to that inner voice, the one that's saying yes to life.

-- Ralph Marston

2004-07-13T17:30:00.000+08:00

Mister sleepyhead

King of the sleepyheads..
Understatement of good style..
Tough on the exterior..
United in the line of fire..

2004-07-13T17:24:00.000+08:00

Complication

simple as sleep..
easier than her ABCs..
once complication occurs..
it affects the best of relationships..

dynamism explodes..
time fleets by with each word..
the friendships being tied..
once complication arise..

conflicting individual issues..
creating double the trouble..
once complication attacks..
new-lost kindred spirits..

nothing is too hard..
don't make things too complicated..
with a breathe and release..
a smile will appear once more..

2004-07-10T01:14:00.000+08:00

Vanity fair

looks are everything to some..
who give their all to perfect that face..
practising that poise..
posing in front of mirrors of a million reflections..

smiling and staring..
searching for the grin which would suit them best..
a sexy pout will solve most problems..
some girls have all the luck with kissable lips..

sashaying into a room full of people..
tall nose stuck high above in thick air of filth..
elegance and class can never be forged..
not by clothing nor by scents..

a pimple on the cheek of a school girl..
the mark of innocence and youth..
tells the sweet tales of pressure and stress..
which she desperately tries to hide with each careful flick of her bangs..

big round eyes are valuable assets one can have..
for the eyes are the windows to the soul..
and the width of the lids allow careful measure of mystery..
to intrigue, capture and intimidate..

youthful beauty disappears with a glance..
in the blink of an eye..
beauty that is only skin deep..
is as temporal as the sands of time..

the things one can see so surely..
might not be the things others see as clearly..
as beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder..
hopefully none are as blind as the bats of the night..

2004-07-09T01:11:00.000+08:00

The girl with the broken smile

she hasn't been smiling for the past three days..
her friends wondered where her smile had gone..
the pink cherry lips..
pursed in the sweetest angled arch..

her heart had broken into many pieces..
flown off to different people in all different directions..
over wide distances and minutes of time..
one to each person who meant a little too much..

insecurity signifies the purest of heart..
an innocent heart that allows fear of hurt..
she wants to feel beautiful and loved..
but she can never satisfy all men..

scared to be loved..
sacred to touch..
afraid to live life as it is..
fearful of falling in love..

there was something in the stare..
the electricity that connected both souls..
it caused her to develop an intimidated blush..
and also a sheepish grin..

one is never too old to giggle at crushes..
never too matured to dance in the rain..
for the mind has a thousand eyes..
but the heart only has one..

2004-07-06T01:09:00.000+08:00

The end of a fairytale

looking down at her burnt fingers..
she stood alone at the doorway..
her night of partying had come to an end..
at least for today..
or was it yesterday?

her lids were smudged with black paint..
her face pale and void of color..
the red on her cheeks had been erased..
by the sweat from gyrating on different men..
the perspiration from waking up in a nightmare..

she felt her empty pockets..
drained from all the rendezvous and gallivanting..
which man was she planning to seduce next?
it doesn't matter to her, apparently..
so long as she can escape the reality she felt was so intimidating..

one flip of her locks allowed relief..
another shake returned all hurt..
spinning made her world still and quiet..
boozing ensured mental stability..
giggling through mindless conversations..

a love lost had torn her far from her fairytale ending..
momentarily separated from the mundance life of passion..
she turned to alcohol and music..
for in that world of bright lights and delirium..
release all her hidden angst and emotions, she could..

2004-07-05T20:27:00.000+08:00

Sweets from the past

having pillow fights..
crying over petty squabbles..

biscuit crunching sounds..
causing giggly hysteria..

playing dress-up with minimal clothing..
posing and taking snapshots..

applying bright colors onto pretty faces..
peering like professionals into the mirror..

demo-tape recordings..
squealing like piggies with squeaky voices..

enjoying the boys galore..
while listening to sing-along songs..

squeaky voices once again..
fingers pointing at the ones who coughed..

arms and bums spanking..
heads thrown back in glee..

too many neoprints..
dollar bills grew wings..

sweet smiles appearing..
ice-cold milo breaks..

tough spaghetti chewing..
too much meat sauce..

add some sugar..
live it up with spice..

2004-07-05T20:17:00.000+08:00

The dependable her

when the world got dark..
and night shrouds permanently..
there she was with her flickering candle..
light supplying..
ever so dependable..
ever so dear..

when the waters got deep..
and murky depths rose speedily..
there she was with her steadfast grip..
strength giving..
ever so reliable..
ever so near..

when the fires got hotter..
and it blazed and burned..
there she was with the cylinder of extinguisher..
relief providing..
ever so inexhaustible..
ever so.. her..

2004-06-21T23:14:00.001+08:00

The marriage vow

the rough silk cut her flesh..
how could such rich material hurt one so bad?
she wore it despite the pain across her chest..
the skin on her arms crawled off her bones..

"How do I look?" she asked apprehensively.
"You look alright." he said with an air of dismissal.
he was no longer interested in what she was clad in..
but to her, it was wearing her heart on the line..

"I thought you like me wearing clothes like this." she whimpered quietly.
"I already said you look alright." he replied on the defensive.
her eyes fixated on the ground, she walked back to her room.
his eyes returned to the soccer match on the television.

tearing the material off her back..
she fought back hot angry tears..
she recalled the last time he said something nice to her..
that was before their marriage several months ago..

the roses and candlelit dinners were gone..
hostile remarks replaced sweet loving words..
the promise of unconditionality turned into easy frustration..
she cried once more, wondering what she had gotten herself into..

2004-06-16T00:07:00.000+08:00

summer sunshine

Comprehending Ears:

Summer Sunshine - The Corrs

Everyone's changing, I stay the same..
I'm a solo cello outside a chorus..
I've got a secret..
It's time for me to tell that you've been keeping me warm..

Just sweet beginnings and bitter endings..
In coffee city, we borrowed heaven..
Don't give it back, I've never felt so wanted..
Are you taking me home?

You tell me you have to go..

In the heat of summer sunshine..
I miss you like nobody else..
In the heat of summer sunshine..
I kiss you, and nobody needs to know..

Now that you've left me, there's no returning..
I keep comparing, you're always winning..
I try to be strong but you'll never be more wanted..
Will you make me at home?

Don't tell me you have to go..

In the heat of summer sunshine..
I miss you like nobody else..
In the heat of summer sunshine..
I kiss you, and nobody needs to know..

To sweet beginnings and bitter endings..
In coffee city, we borrowed heaven..
Don't give it back..
Winter is coming and I need to stay warm..

In the heat of summer sunshine..
I miss you like nobody else..
In the heat of summer sunshine..
I kiss you, and nobody knows..

In the heat of summer sunshine..
I miss you like nobody else..
In the heat of summer sunshine..
I kiss you, and nobody needs to know..

2004-06-13T01:12:00.000+08:00

Feelings.. unknown

teenage angst and she's already twenty..
how she saw her loved ones become her enemies..
her only passion became her pesky annoyance..

her only means of escape turned to devastation..
hating to talk but she kept on speaking anyway..
dreading noise while her speakers blared on loud..

wanting to be left alone but needing the company of so many..
digusted by lies when her lips spoke of deformed truth..
so many dreams waiting to be achieved but none could be attained right now..

no financial power but a pocketful of gold..
providing a listening ear while she cruelly rolled her eyes..
always pretending to be somebody she's not..

a smiley face with a frown on the inside..
the sun was blocked by tens of dark clouds at once..
beneath love is the facade of lust..

putting on a brave front while running away from reality..
giggles and laughter shrouded the hurt and pain..
turning to others when all she needed was the one..

2004-06-12T18:45:00.000+08:00

Time changes

people come and go..
on one fateful day..
some of those gone will return..
others may just vanish till the day of death..

life has its ups and downs..
happy memories shall be cherished..
warming the heart with every detail..
others may just burn with each recollection..

bittersweet moments and pure adrenaline rushes..
tears from losing a loved one..
shrills from jumping off the aeroplane..
awaiting for the right second to open the parachute..

random rumblings and familiar places..
prick at the conscience of the thinking..
remembering the vision of the thought-of..
some things are just better forgotten..

the busstop where you bade goodbye each night..
the bistro where you used to chill at..
the songs which he used to sing to you with the purest voice..
will melt into history all too soon..

all that is left are footprints..
which footsteps once tread..
the cement dried to concrete..
the present already past..

2004-06-08T04:34:00.000+08:00

words from the past..

"nv given so much to anyone before..
nv tried so hard before..
nv cried so much before..
nv held on so tightly before..
nv has someone meant so much before..
nv done so much before..
nv hurt myself so much before.."

"maybe i'm not the one for u..
maybe i'm not serious abt u..
maybe i am..

maybe i just enjoyed talking to u..
maybe i really did want to be w u..

maybe i'll nv find another one to love..
aft all it's said there's only one in ur life..
n i think it has happened to me before..

maybe i'm just being sore..
maybe becoz i really do hv feelings for u..

maybe it's just frenship..
maybe it's an attraction not reciprocrated..

maybe u might be the one..
maybe u might not be the one..

maybe this is for the better..
watever it is..
i dun want to hv anymore regrets..
at least i've said wat i needed to say.."

2004-06-08T04:02:00.000+08:00

Are you asleep now?

four on the faces of clocks around the city..
are you asleep now?
your sweet face so angelic..
the feathered snow lose its silvery lustre..

the day's been hard on you..
please be asleep now?
tomorrows will be better..
compared to the hardships faced in history..

so snuggle up tight, love..
you are asleep now..
dreaming of fairies and daffodils..
before awaking with the morrow's sun..

2004-06-08T03:20:00.000+08:00

Life in all its splendour

Lavishly decorated house..
If only it could be called a "home"..
Feelings not reciprocated..
Equates to unrequited love..

If only it could be unconditional..
Not determined by wealth or status..

Anguish torments men..
Life plays tricks on us like circus animals..
Live life in a different light..

Innocence may be bliss..
Temporal alleviations from life's turbulences..
Strongest is the one who challenges..

Silence often brings about peace..
Persistance yields success..
Laughter is the language of the soul..
Equanimity derive from strong depositions..
Nonsensical thoughts flood the creative minds..
Doctrines are rules meant to be broken..
Order is not any of life's constant..
Unique characters are paramount..
Reality has to sink in one day..

2004-06-06T22:27:00.000+08:00

The alone

talking to her is useless..
for she answers you in a tease..
beating about the bush is her forte..

trying to drive your silly mindsets into her are senseless..
for she already understood and ditched your perspectives..
slamming you hard to the ground in a matter of seconds..

personal opinions not belonging to her doesn't matter..
for they do not mean a thing in her materialistic world..
of glitz and glamour couture, booze and dance music..

when the lights die down..
and the music can no longer be heard..
she retires back to her icy abode..

flashes of events prevent her kohl lids from closing..
shutting out all forms of glittery annoyance..
hiding herself from the prurient pry of handsome nameless faces..

no one can understand her..
nor can they truly love her..
for the great berlin wall stands in their way..

many tried..
and countless others lost or perished along the way..
for that's the way it will be for all eternity..

only in the deepest silence cowering at the darkest corner..
she remembers how her life evolved..
in which she is now reduced to a mere symbol who follows the night..

2004-06-06T01:18:00.000+08:00

Back and forth in time

conflicting thoughts filled her head..
her heart weak and succumbing to temptations..
to forgive and forget after the confrontation..
to silently bear a grudge and be untruthful..

fiery eyes blazed throughout the night..
her own wild character burning..
the light in her eyes dimmed as she recalled what he did..
she slammed the photo album shut..

she tore off the necklace he gave..
the roses black after death against her dresser..
the face staring at her painted in fury and disgust..
her eyes red and bloodshot after vases of tears..

tender cheeks sore from rubbing..
the equal tenderness of the slashes on her wrists..
the skin pierced and carved raw..
by the broken glass of an empty bottle of sleeping pills..

a lonely symphony roaring in the background..
the spilled wine devouring her white bedsheets..
she heard those shocking words from a friend once again..
and felt her dreams and hopes shatter as did her heart..

back and forth in time..
she gently rocked herself to sleep..
her tears slipped for the last time..
before she finally sleeps and never wakes again..

2004-06-06T00:41:00.000+08:00

Don't

don't start it, if you're going to end it..
don't desire for it, when you don't need it..
don't choose it, if you will throw it away..
don't leave, when you don't want to stay..
don't seek, if you don't expect to find..
don't love, if you only hate..
don't try, if you don't believe it..
don't say "yes", when all you will mean is "no"..

Crap

if you're going to end it, don't expect to start it again..
if you don't need it now, you won't ever need it..
if you threw it away, it will never choose you again..
if you don't want to stay, leave and never come back..
if you didn't expect to find it, why seek for it in the first place?
if you can only hate, learn to love..
if you don't believe it, believe it and try..
if you only will mean "no".. don't expect a "yes"..

2004-06-03T23:58:00.000+08:00

if you're not the one

Comprehending Ears:

If you're not the one - Daniel Bedingfield

If you’re not the one then why does my soul feel glad today?
If you’re not the one then why does my hand fit yours this way?
If you are not mine then why does your heart return my call?
If you are not mine would I have the strength to stand at all?

I never know what the future brings..
But I know you are here with me now..
We’ll make it through, and I hope you are the one I share my life with..

I don’t want to run away but I can’t take it, I don’t understand..
If I’m not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am?
Is there any way that I could stay in your arms?

If I don’t need you then why am I crying on my bed?
If I don’t need you then why does your name resound in my head?
If you’re not for me then why does this distance maim my life?
If you’re not for me then why do I dream of you as my wife?

I don’t know why you’re so far away..
But I know that this much is true..
We’ll make it through..
And I hope you are the one I share my life with..
And I wish that you could be the one I die with..
And I pray in you’re the one I build my home with..
I hope I love you all my life

I don’t want to run away but I can’t take it, I don’t understand..
If I’m not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am..
Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?

Cause I miss you, body and soul so strong that it takes my breath away..
And I breathe you into my heart and pray for the strength to stand today..
Cause I love you, whether it’s wrong or right..
And though I can’t be with you tonight..
You know my heart is by your side..

I don’t want to run away but I can’t take it, I don’t understand..
If I’m not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am..
Is there any way that I could stay in your arms?

2004-06-03T23:49:00.000+08:00

Can't explain

If there is one thing in this world you cannot explain..
it would have to be love.. especially if you're in it..

2004-06-01T20:18:00.000+08:00

Your True Nature by llScorpiusll
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The quality that most appeals to you:	Empathy
In a survival situation, you:	Fight, but reluctantly
Your hidden talent is:	Spiritual wisdom
Your gift is:	Cunning
In groups, you:	Are the entertainment
Your best quality is:	Your industriousness
Your weakness is:	Your coldness

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2004-05-28T05:34:00.000+08:00

5:31AM

the amazement kept her awake..
she had learnt too many things to sleep now..
uncovering one life story after another..

he confessed his attraction..
knocking on the door to a commitment phobe..
only to find none of the windows open..

simple words but spoken with such intensity..
tormented by the emotions which engulfed his shaky voice..
his hands trembled as his body's heart crumbled..

the dizziness from morrow's sun..
the puzzlement of past messages conveyed..
her broken-down mind finally allows slumber..

2004-05-28T04:16:00.000+08:00

Eyes wide shut

not the movie title..
four o'clock in the morning..
brain functioned well a couple of minutes back..

not yet in bed..
but already asleep here..
brain wondered off to a faraway land of the lambs..

hannibal the cannibal..
the silence of the lambs..
scary movie one, two and three..

happy tree friends..
till death do us part on mtv..
funny man bearing gifts asking for number..

absurb excuse..
slapped across his face..
laughs out loud and tons of giggles..

got retribution of terrible stitches..
with tears welling up in red eyes..
sleepy princess yawns and yawns..

mr. bed is cooing out loudly..
she's drunk on just air..
silly boo boo..

2004-05-28T04:05:00.000+08:00

i can't read you

Comprehending ears:

I can't read you - Daniel Bedingfield

I'm never shy but this is different
I can't explain the way I'm feeling tonight
I'm losing control of my heart
Tell me what can I do to make you happy
Nothing I ever say seems to come out right
I'm losing control of my heart

And I wish that I could be
Another better part of me
Can't hear what your thinking
Maybe if I just let go
You'd open up your heart

But I can't read you
I wish I knew what's going through your mind
Can't touch you, your heart defending I get left behind
I can't reach you
I wish I knew what's going through your mind
Can't touch you, your heart protecting I get left behind

I like you so much I'm acting stupid
I can't play the game I'm all intense and alive
I'm losing control of my heart
I'm not supposed to be this nervous
I should play my hand all cool and calm
I can't breathe
I'm losing control of my heart

And I wish that you could see
The other better parts of me
Feel this fire I'm feeling
Then you'd see me in control
Baby then you'd know

But I can't read you
I wish I knew what's going through your mind
Can't touch you, your heart defending I get left behind
I can't reach you
I wish I knew what's going through your mind
Can't touch you, your heart protecting I get left behind

2004-05-28T03:55:00.000+08:00

Bit by bit

bit by bit..
the feelings grew stronger and stronger..
bit by bit..
the smiles grew wider and wider..
bit by bit..
the emotions are tied tighter and tighter..
bit by bit..
the level of trust grew higher and higher..
just bit by bit..
a new love is blossoming..

but in time to come..

bit by bit..
the tears will dry..
bit by bit..
the feelings will fade away..
bit by bit..
the lies uttered will vanish..
bit by bit..
the wounds will heal..
just bit by bit..
life will begin once again..

2004-05-25T16:23:00.000+08:00

Lady Lazarus - Sylvia Plath

I have done it again.
One year in every ten
I manage it

A sort of walking miracle, my skin
Bright as a Nazi lampshade,
My right foot

A paperweight,
My featureless, fine
Jew linen.

Peel off the napkin
O my enemy.
Do I terrify?

The nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth?
The sour breath
Will vanish in a day.

Soon, soon the flesh
The grave cave ate will be
At home on me

And I a smiling woman.
I am only thirty.
And like the cat I have nine times to die.

This is Number Three.
What a trash
To annihilate each decade.

What a million filaments.
The Peanut-crunching crowd
Shoves in to see

Them unwrap me hand in foot
The big strip tease.
Gentleman , ladies

These are my hands
My knees.
I may be skin and bone,

Nevertheless, I am the same, identical woman.
The first time it happened I was ten.
It was an accident.

The second time I meant
To last it out and not come back at all.
I rocked shut

As a seashell.
They had to call and call
And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls.

Dying
Is an art, like everything else.
I do it exceptionally well.

I do it so it feels like hell.
I do it so it feels real.
I guess you could say I've a call.

It's easy enough to do it in a cell.
It's easy enough to do it and stay put.
It's the theatrical

Comeback in broad day
To the same place, the same face, the same brute
Amused shout:

'A miracle!'
That knocks me out.
There is a charge

For the eyeing my scars, there is a charge
For the hearing of my heart
It really goes.

And there is a charge, a very large charge
For a word or a touch
Or a bit of blood

Or a piece of my hair on my clothes.
So, so, Herr Doktor.
So, Herr Enemy.

I am your opus,
I am your valuable,
The pure gold baby

That melts to a shriek.
I turn and burn.
Do not think I underestimate your great concern.

Ash, ash
You poke and stir.
Flesh, bone, there is nothing there

A cake of soap,
A wedding ring,
A gold filling.

Herr God, Herr Lucifer
Beware
Beware.

Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air.

2004-05-25T15:53:00.000+08:00

From a cloud

cotton candy lover..
soft sweet pink..
but this is white..

hidden from the sun..
its scorching rays..
the fluff providing good sleep..

a mean-looking captain..
calling orders aboard his ship..
which will soon be of the grandest gold..

a handsome boy..
dimples at each rosy side..
giving a cheeky wink..

she peeks out from behind the cloud..
fur erasing all friction..
she prepares to fly..

the mermaid lagoon..
the smoking indian chief's tribe..
green acres of forests..

a series of bells tinkling..
she felt herself falling..
an arrow swifts by..

pain on her back..
she sees the clouds above still..
her eyes grew heavy..

2004-05-25T15:14:00.000+08:00

Nada

Not in the least ordinary..
Angelic character draws bees to her like sweet honey..
Devilish humor with a childlike sparkle..
Attractive.. obviously borne with beauty..
Rustic charm with rich full curls..
Outstanding in the fields of debate..
Speech comes to her naturally with flair..

*~a dReaMeR's dOoDLeS~*

2 is better than 1

~a dReaMeR's dOoDLeS~