You might find me on the Mekong,
Floating down the bustling river,
Riding through abandoned hangers
Towards the south China Sea.
And before the sea swallows the sun,
We'll drink bia hoi and dance,
Love with rice wine on our lips
And feel the broth of pho on our hips.
You might find me on a mountain pass,
Anywhere short of sapa,
On the winding rocky roads forever
Under construction or flood.
Looking into the folds of mountains,
Picturesque beyond any vision
The children walking miles to school
Beaming from a cheeky high five.
You might find me on phu quoc,
Tasting the seafood delicacies,
The locals having a jibe
At your forever terrible accent
Riding through the sand
On a scooter faster than the win
With Cambodia not far in the distance
Twining back through the forest to home.
You might not find me in vietnam
But you'd be hard pressed to do so
For my heart lives in a special place
Just next to the south China sea
Monday, September 07, 2015
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
Of a hell of a thing.
It's a hell of a thing,
To bring out in this sting,
Your words are like fire,
When you spit or you sing.
Then your gone,
Like a vain puff of smoke,
The cloak, I'm choked,
Then contrition provoked.
Alone again, my best friend,
is no one, no fun,
I can't dream any more,
It's the thing you most tore.
And it's a sore situation,
My emotional inflation,
to consider and contrive,
In the end we all strive.
For naught, for nada,
For no old thing,
And the world is like ice,
When it's darkness you bring.
Tuesday, June 05, 2012
Of Untold Truths
Her words meld in succulent succesion,
And nothing seems to quench my obsession.
Every crevice and chasm to explore,
Her beauty appears to me as a chord;
In a language that seems familiar but forgotten,
With the sweetest voice like an angel begotten.
The mind’s eye meets with vivid interest,
Your body’s perfection in every excess.
For every expection that she met,
There's an abundance that I know not yet.
And nothing seems to quench my obsession.
Every crevice and chasm to explore,
Her beauty appears to me as a chord;
In a language that seems familiar but forgotten,
With the sweetest voice like an angel begotten.
The mind’s eye meets with vivid interest,
Your body’s perfection in every excess.
For every expection that she met,
There's an abundance that I know not yet.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Of tarmac memories.
We sat in the car in silence;
Masked thoughts hidden behind veiled eyes.
Your stare out the window intense,
What am I to make of this disguise?
Gently your hand moves toward mine,
And a smile cracks the starkness.
Timid and strong we intertwine,
The headlights peering into the darkness.
An eery still consumes,
And for a moment all is forgotten,
Suddenly time resumes,
And I think of this time begotten.
I can hardly believe my luck,
With this holistic beauty beside me.
One can't help but be dumbstruck,
Realising what might come to be.
Masked thoughts hidden behind veiled eyes.
Your stare out the window intense,
What am I to make of this disguise?
Gently your hand moves toward mine,
And a smile cracks the starkness.
Timid and strong we intertwine,
The headlights peering into the darkness.
An eery still consumes,
And for a moment all is forgotten,
Suddenly time resumes,
And I think of this time begotten.
I can hardly believe my luck,
With this holistic beauty beside me.
One can't help but be dumbstruck,
Realising what might come to be.
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Of ironing at the snow.
The sweet irony weighs bitter on my mind.
Time progresses impeding resolve.
Your gestures seem too kind;
Thoughts turn gray as they dissolve.
A mental leisure passes by unknown,
And you always define its existence.
Voices inside begin to drone,
But actions speak of resistance.
Words remain just words,
Yet constantly re-establish meaning.
All thoughts have become absurd.
A perfect fiction lives in dreaming.
Despite the fact; a sublime participation.
This lucid reality perceived the same.
Desires met in your fake consideration.
Awakening leaves emotions maimed.
Time progresses impeding resolve.
Your gestures seem too kind;
Thoughts turn gray as they dissolve.
A mental leisure passes by unknown,
And you always define its existence.
Voices inside begin to drone,
But actions speak of resistance.
Words remain just words,
Yet constantly re-establish meaning.
All thoughts have become absurd.
A perfect fiction lives in dreaming.
Despite the fact; a sublime participation.
This lucid reality perceived the same.
Desires met in your fake consideration.
Awakening leaves emotions maimed.
Monday, March 10, 2008
Of the way it smelt at the time, and how I knew it but never said anything.
It's amazing the amount of ways the world has to say "Fuck you". Unlike me simply giving one of my mate's the bird, the world (now on referred to as the man, whereas actual men are referred to as he's :)) decides that that's not good enough, and throws ample amounts of shit at you till you realise the simple message the man was trying to send. "Fuck you, user"
And this user is here to cry about it lol. I also find it amazing that people will generally always carry through with things that they know they will regret. Curiousity has gotten the best of many cats, this one too. And he strikes and strikes again. I imagine that curiousity is just one of the man's tools.
Along the lines of revelation once again, it's amazing how right I am about stuff I don't want to be right about. I can't for sure say that the next hand will be blackjack; I'm never even close. But I can successfully predict how unfortunate my situation will end up. Before I go into the casino I can tell I'll walk out poorer (maybe not the greatest example). But I can also tell when im going to make money. I can tell when he likes her, and when he knows something he doesn't. I know when her likes he. I know when the slight look or criticism means he's not on your side. I know whose side he's on. I know everything I didn't want to. I wish for oblivion. But alas, getting drunk is oh so expensive, and the man just keeps sending my kryptonite, that sweet sweet curiousity. I'm a sweet tooth for knowing things I don't want to.
How do I predict? I guess I'll never really know. But if I had to hazard a guess I'd say adaption. Knowing how to read people means you can manipulate the situation, if not the person. Body language and reading between the lines with my ears and eyes is becoming something I'm getting better and better at.
Why do I listen to sad music? I bet you'd hazard a guess to her. Her won't read this. And he definitely won't. And neither will he. So I'm free to say what I like. And I guess her is falling asleep to thoughts of he. Which one? The most desirable. Not that her desires. Oh no her tells me, it's harmless flirting. I call her bluff. I did, and got nothing. But I've still always known. It's the sweet times I and her spend together that makes me remember. It's not knowing if you're alone up their in her head. It's Sunday Drive. Sunday Drive over and over again. I can sing it because it's oft what I turn to when i know her is twisting me lies. And her does it with such delicacy that I let myself be fooled. Then the intuition makes me remember. Silly old intuition. The man gave me intuition, to make me even more paranoid than I was.
The most beautiful things by Jimmy Eat World was something I'd never fall for. Maybe her knew that. Maybe her thought her knew that. Alasssss, no such luck for yours truly. Although, I guess in a warped sense, I have been living it. "Oh lie to me, Oh love me" I refer to. I guess rather than wanting to be lied to about being loved, I'm being lied to and continuing to love. Am I at fault for not ending it? The man would say yes. He'd say "Fuck you, yes". And I suppose he's somewhat right. I guess I could just end it.
But the man also made sure I couldn't do that. He made it so that love was real. He made it so I couldn't leave, even if I wanted to. Because in the end, I never wanted to. If x = 1, don't break up with her because you love her. If x = 0, don't break up with her because you love her.
So I'll just be bitter. I'll keep using the bag without gloves. I'll keep drinking till I'm drunk. I'll keep writing lines to the internet (probably not lol). I'll keep loving even though it's killing me. Am I waiting to not have to tell myself her is lying? Am I waiting to know he and her aren't interested, and am I waiting for he to tell me he knew all along. I'll be waiting a long time if I am. Not too much choice though. Thanks man. Thanks world. Fuck you too.
Oh, happy birthday R + M
And this user is here to cry about it lol. I also find it amazing that people will generally always carry through with things that they know they will regret. Curiousity has gotten the best of many cats, this one too. And he strikes and strikes again. I imagine that curiousity is just one of the man's tools.
Along the lines of revelation once again, it's amazing how right I am about stuff I don't want to be right about. I can't for sure say that the next hand will be blackjack; I'm never even close. But I can successfully predict how unfortunate my situation will end up. Before I go into the casino I can tell I'll walk out poorer (maybe not the greatest example). But I can also tell when im going to make money. I can tell when he likes her, and when he knows something he doesn't. I know when her likes he. I know when the slight look or criticism means he's not on your side. I know whose side he's on. I know everything I didn't want to. I wish for oblivion. But alas, getting drunk is oh so expensive, and the man just keeps sending my kryptonite, that sweet sweet curiousity. I'm a sweet tooth for knowing things I don't want to.
How do I predict? I guess I'll never really know. But if I had to hazard a guess I'd say adaption. Knowing how to read people means you can manipulate the situation, if not the person. Body language and reading between the lines with my ears and eyes is becoming something I'm getting better and better at.
Why do I listen to sad music? I bet you'd hazard a guess to her. Her won't read this. And he definitely won't. And neither will he. So I'm free to say what I like. And I guess her is falling asleep to thoughts of he. Which one? The most desirable. Not that her desires. Oh no her tells me, it's harmless flirting. I call her bluff. I did, and got nothing. But I've still always known. It's the sweet times I and her spend together that makes me remember. It's not knowing if you're alone up their in her head. It's Sunday Drive. Sunday Drive over and over again. I can sing it because it's oft what I turn to when i know her is twisting me lies. And her does it with such delicacy that I let myself be fooled. Then the intuition makes me remember. Silly old intuition. The man gave me intuition, to make me even more paranoid than I was.
The most beautiful things by Jimmy Eat World was something I'd never fall for. Maybe her knew that. Maybe her thought her knew that. Alasssss, no such luck for yours truly. Although, I guess in a warped sense, I have been living it. "Oh lie to me, Oh love me" I refer to. I guess rather than wanting to be lied to about being loved, I'm being lied to and continuing to love. Am I at fault for not ending it? The man would say yes. He'd say "Fuck you, yes". And I suppose he's somewhat right. I guess I could just end it.
But the man also made sure I couldn't do that. He made it so that love was real. He made it so I couldn't leave, even if I wanted to. Because in the end, I never wanted to. If x = 1, don't break up with her because you love her. If x = 0, don't break up with her because you love her.
So I'll just be bitter. I'll keep using the bag without gloves. I'll keep drinking till I'm drunk. I'll keep writing lines to the internet (probably not lol). I'll keep loving even though it's killing me. Am I waiting to not have to tell myself her is lying? Am I waiting to know he and her aren't interested, and am I waiting for he to tell me he knew all along. I'll be waiting a long time if I am. Not too much choice though. Thanks man. Thanks world. Fuck you too.
Oh, happy birthday R + M
Friday, November 02, 2007
Of a global generic
A movement, dimly perceived,
Abstract from original intention;
Falls by the wayside -
And another one gets away.
Hook, line and sinker; we fall.
A good size,
Made too good,
By unachievable dreams.
The bait has been set;
For insatiable anxiety.
All strings pulled to the tether -
Entirety dedicated to a single catch.
The sound of silent phonetic contact,
Before a return into totality.
Only if deliberate actions ratify;
Else left to initial motions.
Abstract from original intention;
Falls by the wayside -
And another one gets away.
Hook, line and sinker; we fall.
A good size,
Made too good,
By unachievable dreams.
The bait has been set;
For insatiable anxiety.
All strings pulled to the tether -
Entirety dedicated to a single catch.
The sound of silent phonetic contact,
Before a return into totality.
Only if deliberate actions ratify;
Else left to initial motions.
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Of the old wicker chair
I sat and looked at my friend, the graceful old
Wicker Chair
My father and I, to him would tend, the aging old
Wicker Chair
Just to reminisce, I sometimes sit there, the dreamy old
Wicker Chair
I can laugh with no care, the playful old
Wicker Chair
My mum would carefully knit, the steady old
Wicker Chair
I could jump up and just fit, the familiar old
Wicker Chair
Pulling out the duster, I spruce, the dirty old
Wicker Chair
To what have you been reduced, the forgotten old
Wicker Chair
Wicker Chair
My father and I, to him would tend, the aging old
Wicker Chair
Just to reminisce, I sometimes sit there, the dreamy old
Wicker Chair
I can laugh with no care, the playful old
Wicker Chair
My mum would carefully knit, the steady old
Wicker Chair
I could jump up and just fit, the familiar old
Wicker Chair
Pulling out the duster, I spruce, the dirty old
Wicker Chair
To what have you been reduced, the forgotten old
Wicker Chair
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Of a burning desire to never again.
You've got me falling faster than flight,
My eyes can't see for the lack of light,
This scene's a lot more black than white,
As everybody's feeling so full of spite.
You have to take action, telling the truth,
Making advantage of a beautiful youth.
How long can we keep up such a facade?
How long before we're both too scarred.
In your temper, you threaten and lie,
A sudden regress, and you begin to cry.
A justified means to an end, perhaps,
But it's not long now before I collapse.
I urge you to take him, just take him away,
As it pains me far more to have you stay.
And into it I've entered, begun the fray,
And alone you'll leave me, I know it, some day.
My eyes can't see for the lack of light,
This scene's a lot more black than white,
As everybody's feeling so full of spite.
You have to take action, telling the truth,
Making advantage of a beautiful youth.
How long can we keep up such a facade?
How long before we're both too scarred.
In your temper, you threaten and lie,
A sudden regress, and you begin to cry.
A justified means to an end, perhaps,
But it's not long now before I collapse.
I urge you to take him, just take him away,
As it pains me far more to have you stay.
And into it I've entered, begun the fray,
And alone you'll leave me, I know it, some day.
Thursday, May 03, 2007
Of Unreal Awakenings
Unreal Awakening
Black blood and red eyeliner,
Twisted visions of a palpable truth.
A visual seesaw of a hideous aesthetic,
None such seen in my unreal youth.
Shades have changed; variant spectrum,
A black heaven and white abyss.
An unknown world assaulting senses,
Reminiscent of a previous bliss.
This room reeks of the unfamiliar,
It seems so distant from yesterday.
Yet it remains recognizable,
The anonymity willing me to stay.
Unsettled by the discernible difference,
One’s senses heighten to the extreme.
Such is the affect of an unknown world,
A world I have visited, as if in a dream.
And if this world proved to be superior,
What would I be motivated to?
Escapism at its finest and realest,
Worthy even if it falls through.
The poem Unreal Awakening was written in response to the idea of an individual’s journey into another world, as seen in The Matrix. The world the persona of the poem has entered is a completely new world, and they find it unfamiliar. The general emotional state of the persona throughout the poem is of surreal wonderment. From the opening sentence, the new world is seen to contain elements that are vastly different to the one’s the persona was exposed to in their origin. Alongside these differences though, is the underlying feeling of a strange familiarity.
School Creative Response to The Matrix :)
Black blood and red eyeliner,
Twisted visions of a palpable truth.
A visual seesaw of a hideous aesthetic,
None such seen in my unreal youth.
Shades have changed; variant spectrum,
A black heaven and white abyss.
An unknown world assaulting senses,
Reminiscent of a previous bliss.
This room reeks of the unfamiliar,
It seems so distant from yesterday.
Yet it remains recognizable,
The anonymity willing me to stay.
Unsettled by the discernible difference,
One’s senses heighten to the extreme.
Such is the affect of an unknown world,
A world I have visited, as if in a dream.
And if this world proved to be superior,
What would I be motivated to?
Escapism at its finest and realest,
Worthy even if it falls through.
The poem Unreal Awakening was written in response to the idea of an individual’s journey into another world, as seen in The Matrix. The world the persona of the poem has entered is a completely new world, and they find it unfamiliar. The general emotional state of the persona throughout the poem is of surreal wonderment. From the opening sentence, the new world is seen to contain elements that are vastly different to the one’s the persona was exposed to in their origin. Alongside these differences though, is the underlying feeling of a strange familiarity.
School Creative Response to The Matrix :)
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Of company
I hope the rain never stops, so I can just keep sitting right by your side...
Right by your side.
Rationale (not 200 words though): Rainy days are said to hold up events and general business, meaning that while it's raining, you can't go on about said general business. Therefore, I hope the rain never stops, so I can just keep sitting right by your side.
Right by your side.
Rationale (not 200 words though): Rainy days are said to hold up events and general business, meaning that while it's raining, you can't go on about said general business. Therefore, I hope the rain never stops, so I can just keep sitting right by your side.
Monday, April 02, 2007
Of Anniversaries
Happy 12 months my beautiful Mei. It has truly been wonderful.
You've changed me in so many ways, some really obvious, others quite subtle. But overall, I think you've made me a much more caring, considerate person. And this is because you yourself are such a caring and considerate person (most of the time hehehehehehehe), and it definitely rubs off on others, particularly someone you've spent so much time with ^_^.
Thankyou for being the greatest thing that's ever happened to me.
Love you!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You've changed me in so many ways, some really obvious, others quite subtle. But overall, I think you've made me a much more caring, considerate person. And this is because you yourself are such a caring and considerate person (most of the time hehehehehehehe), and it definitely rubs off on others, particularly someone you've spent so much time with ^_^.
Thankyou for being the greatest thing that's ever happened to me.
Love you!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sunday, April 01, 2007
Of new poemz
Minister of my heart,
Endlessly preach to me,
Our souls set apart,
Together, they wish to be.
Oh jovial young one,
Sing to me once more,
Every bad day undone,
My spirit set to sore.
My dedicated lover,
I would travel long and far,
A moment spent in forever,
Like bliss locked in a jar.
My sweetest epitome,
You know not how amazing,
Your whole anatomy,
Still sends my heart blazing.
Endlessly preach to me,
Our souls set apart,
Together, they wish to be.
Oh jovial young one,
Sing to me once more,
Every bad day undone,
My spirit set to sore.
My dedicated lover,
I would travel long and far,
A moment spent in forever,
Like bliss locked in a jar.
My sweetest epitome,
You know not how amazing,
Your whole anatomy,
Still sends my heart blazing.
Monday, March 19, 2007
Matt's HTML project
EDIT: I AM FINITO. All ze stuff is uploaded, head on over for some exciting new sitez! There is sound embedded on the superheroes info page, and there's meant to be a movie on the gallery page, but it's 10mb so I broke the link for you guys ^^. Apart from the video, everything on the site should be working in Internet Explorer. <3
hehe. website we have to make for school. None of the links work, and the CSS doesn't work in FF so you have to use IE. But other than that, I think it looks pretty cool :) When I get the link sites done ill up them.
hehe. website we have to make for school. None of the links work, and the CSS doesn't work in FF so you have to use IE. But other than that, I think it looks pretty cool :) When I get the link sites done ill up them.
Sunday, March 04, 2007
Of niceties and impossibilities
A bird in flight so peaceful,
A patch of grass so green,
A girl ever so beautiful,
Or is this just a dream?
A moment frozen in time,
A pretty smile crosses a face,
A vision so sublime,
Or is this the wrong time and place?
A cheek suffused in red,
A strand of chestnut brown,
A heart that has not bled,
Or should there be a frown?
A sky opened up so blue,
A soft gust of wind,
A rainbow full of every hue,
Or is every word a sin?
My pro explanation of what ze poem is on about.
Matt says:
I think
Matt says:
It's about nice stuff
Matt says:
and
Matt says:
How it's impossible to have everything nice
Matt says:
Like if it seems to good to be true it probably is
Matt says:
that kind of idea
A patch of grass so green,
A girl ever so beautiful,
Or is this just a dream?
A moment frozen in time,
A pretty smile crosses a face,
A vision so sublime,
Or is this the wrong time and place?
A cheek suffused in red,
A strand of chestnut brown,
A heart that has not bled,
Or should there be a frown?
A sky opened up so blue,
A soft gust of wind,
A rainbow full of every hue,
Or is every word a sin?
My pro explanation of what ze poem is on about.
Matt says:
I think
Matt says:
It's about nice stuff
Matt says:
and
Matt says:
How it's impossible to have everything nice
Matt says:
Like if it seems to good to be true it probably is
Matt says:
that kind of idea
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Of Photoshop
Was bored, and didn't want to do homework. So i opened up ps and started playing. Work so far...
Before...
After...
EDIT: finito'd teh pictors, couldn't really be bothered doing hair, would take too long. Looks fair cool but imo.
ps 50th post. wooo.
Before...
After...
EDIT: finito'd teh pictors, couldn't really be bothered doing hair, would take too long. Looks fair cool but imo.
ps 50th post. wooo.
Thursday, February 01, 2007
Of Past, Present and Future
When you look back,
Are you happy with what you see?
When you turn around,
Are you glad you're looking at me?
I view a timid smile,
From the familiar floor of your room.
Then the room goes black;
I can't see you through the gloom.
I sit by the phone,
As I await your call.
I wonder if it's coming,
I wonder if you're there at all.
I don't know what to do,
Although I know I must wait.
I really think I love you;
Do I, or could this just be fate?
For Ms T.
Are you happy with what you see?
When you turn around,
Are you glad you're looking at me?
I view a timid smile,
From the familiar floor of your room.
Then the room goes black;
I can't see you through the gloom.
I sit by the phone,
As I await your call.
I wonder if it's coming,
I wonder if you're there at all.
I don't know what to do,
Although I know I must wait.
I really think I love you;
Do I, or could this just be fate?
For Ms T.
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Of more Mei Poemz
YEA LOLOL
They say she's crazy,
But I say she's fine.
They say she's crazy,
I know she's divine.
Her deep brown eyes,
Fill my sea of blue.
Saves me with white lies;
I always answer her true.
In God she trusts,
I guess I do too.
Love you I must,
In the hope of "I do".
Innocent as can be;
Effervescent too.
As beautiful as eyes see;
Mei Ying, I love you.
They say she's crazy,
But I say she's fine.
They say she's crazy,
I know she's divine.
Her deep brown eyes,
Fill my sea of blue.
Saves me with white lies;
I always answer her true.
In God she trusts,
I guess I do too.
Love you I must,
In the hope of "I do".
Innocent as can be;
Effervescent too.
As beautiful as eyes see;
Mei Ying, I love you.
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
Of Mei Ying, the greatest girl in the world.
My dearest Mei Ying,
Happy 9 months my dear (yes we're still calling it 9 months, even after the hoo hah). LOVE YOU DEARLY. We've had a really, really wonderful run, and I can't imagine time spent better with any body else. Sure, we've had our lows, and we both continue to act silly at times, but all in all, I think we're moving forward at a nice, steady, sustainable and blissfully pleasing pace. I look forward to a life time of crazy faces, unfathomable repetition of "sorry...I mean excuse me" and eskimo kisses.
I really hope you enjoy Perth m'dear, and I hope you get everything out of it that you are/were hoping for. Jesus loves me ^____________________^ Remember my little reminders gorgeous!
I'll miss you muchly. Will get milly at some stage before your mother goes. Love you lots and lots and lots. I'll miss jooooo.
As you leave, remember the Lord's prayer (this one if teh oldschool one straight from teh mouths of Matthew, Luke and the J man.
Our Father, which art in heaven,
Hallowed be thy Name.
Thy kingdom come.
Thy will be done,
in earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our trespasses,
As we forgive them that trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation;
But deliver us from evil:
[For thine is the kingdom, The power, and the glory,
For ever and ever.] Amen.
Bai2ufromtehintertron,
Love,
Mattofmissingyoualreadyfame.
ps. Say hi to pide for me.
Happy 9 months my dear (yes we're still calling it 9 months, even after the hoo hah). LOVE YOU DEARLY. We've had a really, really wonderful run, and I can't imagine time spent better with any body else. Sure, we've had our lows, and we both continue to act silly at times, but all in all, I think we're moving forward at a nice, steady, sustainable and blissfully pleasing pace. I look forward to a life time of crazy faces, unfathomable repetition of "sorry...I mean excuse me" and eskimo kisses.
I really hope you enjoy Perth m'dear, and I hope you get everything out of it that you are/were hoping for. Jesus loves me ^____________________^ Remember my little reminders gorgeous!
I'll miss you muchly. Will get milly at some stage before your mother goes. Love you lots and lots and lots. I'll miss jooooo.
As you leave, remember the Lord's prayer (this one if teh oldschool one straight from teh mouths of Matthew, Luke and the J man.
Our Father, which art in heaven,
Hallowed be thy Name.
Thy kingdom come.
Thy will be done,
in earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our trespasses,
As we forgive them that trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation;
But deliver us from evil:
[For thine is the kingdom, The power, and the glory,
For ever and ever.] Amen.
Bai2ufromtehintertron,
Love,
Mattofmissingyoualreadyfame.
ps. Say hi to pide for me.
Monday, December 25, 2006
HEHE
Love is but a four letter word,
And yet, I know it to mean much more.
Vivid images of dreams and wishes;
To me, this is what love brings.
And yet it brings more still;
I don't know what it brings to you.
I lie awake and think of you,
I fall asleep and dream of you.
You pervade my every thought;
I'd never have it any other way.
I take pains to ease your suffering,
Just as you do the same.
From deep down inside I love you,
And from the outside, I do too.
And yet, I know it to mean much more.
Vivid images of dreams and wishes;
To me, this is what love brings.
And yet it brings more still;
I don't know what it brings to you.
I lie awake and think of you,
I fall asleep and dream of you.
You pervade my every thought;
I'd never have it any other way.
I take pains to ease your suffering,
Just as you do the same.
From deep down inside I love you,
And from the outside, I do too.
Sunday, December 17, 2006
Sorry...
That it's horrible. I wouldn't say it's rushed, but I don't know, I don't really feel very inspired writing poems nowadays. Maybe it'll come back.
I know you're there, I know you're waiting,
But the move just seems too great.
These emotions seem to be congregating,
As I slip into a meaningless state.
You think it's what you desire,
But do you really know?
What is it you wish to acquire,
Or is this all for show.
You keep telling me it's not,
I find myself believing you.
You keep telling me it's what you want,
I find out that it's true.
There is nothing that I can do,
Even though it upsets you,
I don't know if it'll ever be through,
And I'm sorry, that I'm the reason you're blue.
I know you're there, I know you're waiting,
But the move just seems too great.
These emotions seem to be congregating,
As I slip into a meaningless state.
You think it's what you desire,
But do you really know?
What is it you wish to acquire,
Or is this all for show.
You keep telling me it's not,
I find myself believing you.
You keep telling me it's what you want,
I find out that it's true.
There is nothing that I can do,
Even though it upsets you,
I don't know if it'll ever be through,
And I'm sorry, that I'm the reason you're blue.
Thursday, December 14, 2006
Thursday, November 23, 2006
Of Betrayal
It's okay until you find out,
It's okay up until the last round.
Then you find out what it's all about,
And your soul shatters to the ground.
This is so much worse than I could ever have imagined. <\3 x 14098712087912361230
It's okay up until the last round.
Then you find out what it's all about,
And your soul shatters to the ground.
This is so much worse than I could ever have imagined. <\3 x 14098712087912361230
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Of Waiting Games
I watch it leak; my life, my blood,
Because of this life I must lead.
I watch this life turn from rock to mud,
As I must watch my heart bleed.
I play the waiting game,
And see you push me away.
My body must cower in shame,
At this game I'm forced to play.
I thought sometimes enough,
But maybe it was never at all,
I thought that I could be tough,
But then I succumbed to the call.
Time spent apart productive, so they say,
But watching you push me away hurts,
A break we must have, there's no other way,
But I'm wary of him, my brain alert.
I must participate in this activity,
Because of the fact that I love you.
I laugh at my own sensitivity,
I just know that we can't be through.
Because of this life I must lead.
I watch this life turn from rock to mud,
As I must watch my heart bleed.
I play the waiting game,
And see you push me away.
My body must cower in shame,
At this game I'm forced to play.
I thought sometimes enough,
But maybe it was never at all,
I thought that I could be tough,
But then I succumbed to the call.
Time spent apart productive, so they say,
But watching you push me away hurts,
A break we must have, there's no other way,
But I'm wary of him, my brain alert.
I must participate in this activity,
Because of the fact that I love you.
I laugh at my own sensitivity,
I just know that we can't be through.
Monday, November 06, 2006
Of woe
Woe is life, woe is me, woe is my situation.
Loneliness.
1. affected with, characterized by, or causing a depressing feeling of being alone; lonesome.
2. destitute of sympathetic or friendly companionship, intercourse, support, etc.: a lonely exile.
3. lone; solitary; without company; companionless.
4. remote from places of human habitation; desolate; unfrequented; bleak: a lonely road.
5. standing apart; isolated: a lonely tower.
Alone.
1. separate, apart, or isolated from others: I want to be alone.
2. to the exclusion of all others or all else: One cannot live by bread alone.
3. unique; unequaled; unexcelled: He is alone among his peers in devotion to duty.
–adverb
4. solitarily; solely: She prefers to live alone.
5. only; exclusively.
6. without aid or help: The baby let go of the side of the crib and stood alone.
—Idioms
7. leave alone,
a. to allow (someone) to be by himself or herself: Leave him alone—he wants to rest.
b. to refrain from annoying or interfering with: The youngsters wouldn't leave the dog alone, and he finally turned on them.
8. let alone,
a. to refrain from annoying or interfering with.
b. not to mention: He was too tired to walk, let alone run.
9. let well enough alone, to be satisfied with the existing situation; refrain from attempting to change conditions: Marriages are often destroyed by relatives who will not let well enough alone.
Don't worry, you have him. And him. And him
Loneliness.
1. affected with, characterized by, or causing a depressing feeling of being alone; lonesome.
2. destitute of sympathetic or friendly companionship, intercourse, support, etc.: a lonely exile.
3. lone; solitary; without company; companionless.
4. remote from places of human habitation; desolate; unfrequented; bleak: a lonely road.
5. standing apart; isolated: a lonely tower.
Alone.
1. separate, apart, or isolated from others: I want to be alone.
2. to the exclusion of all others or all else: One cannot live by bread alone.
3. unique; unequaled; unexcelled: He is alone among his peers in devotion to duty.
–adverb
4. solitarily; solely: She prefers to live alone.
5. only; exclusively.
6. without aid or help: The baby let go of the side of the crib and stood alone.
—Idioms
7. leave alone,
a. to allow (someone) to be by himself or herself: Leave him alone—he wants to rest.
b. to refrain from annoying or interfering with: The youngsters wouldn't leave the dog alone, and he finally turned on them.
8. let alone,
a. to refrain from annoying or interfering with.
b. not to mention: He was too tired to walk, let alone run.
9. let well enough alone, to be satisfied with the existing situation; refrain from attempting to change conditions: Marriages are often destroyed by relatives who will not let well enough alone.
Don't worry, you have him. And him. And him
Of stuff
Now more than ever, I just wish you would, I just wish you would.~
Walk away and never come back,
Yet still you come back,
I don't know what to do when you say,
That I share with no one.
I sit and watch,
Exchanged conversation, glances,
Exchanged wishes,
That you share with them.
Is it for me or them that,
You look the way you do,
Is it for me or them,
That they share with you.
Is it me or them you breath for,
Do the smiles come from me or them,
When you laugh, is is it at me with them,
I'm alone when you speak, and when you don't.
When you push, is it pushing me away,
When you hit, is it wishing for them,
When you cry, do you want them,
When you bleed, does it remind you of me?
A love you can't reciprocate,
For you share it with them,
When you move forwards,
Is it to me or them?
Walk away and never come back,
Yet still you come back,
I don't know what to do when you say,
That I share with no one.
I sit and watch,
Exchanged conversation, glances,
Exchanged wishes,
That you share with them.
Is it for me or them that,
You look the way you do,
Is it for me or them,
That they share with you.
Is it me or them you breath for,
Do the smiles come from me or them,
When you laugh, is is it at me with them,
I'm alone when you speak, and when you don't.
When you push, is it pushing me away,
When you hit, is it wishing for them,
When you cry, do you want them,
When you bleed, does it remind you of me?
A love you can't reciprocate,
For you share it with them,
When you move forwards,
Is it to me or them?
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
Of a love like this
Of the happiest and saddest smile in the world.
Of the happiest and saddest laugh in the world.
Of the hugs that I use to comfort her, and she uses to comfort me.
Of the way she holds my hand and tells me not to let go.
Of the way she tells me she loves me, and forces me to respond.
Of the way she gets jealous and yet won't let me be.
Of the way she tells me I'm good looking, even if she's the only one that believes it.
Of the way she'll lie to make me happy, despite her own wishes.
Of her pearl white teeth and 5 minute tooth brushing.
Of watching movies, many movies, and spooning till my arm is dead, and then some.
Of sitting and doing nothing.
Of breakfasting with her.
Of lunching with her.
Of dinner with her.
Of walking through floriade, her eating her nuts and me taking my caffeine.
Of appreciating art.
Of very extended gelati eating occasions.
Of roleplaying immature children.
Of being immature children.
Of dress shopping.
Of her laughing at how I drink through straws.
Of me stroking her hair.
Of her indignance even when she shouldn't be.
Of watching her slut it up in the musical.
Of many long discussions about absolutely everything and nothing.
Of her becoming defensive when I'm searching for answers to questions about anything she does.
Of butterflies, rainbows and flowers, loved by the both of us.
Of puppies in the window.
Of angry fighting fish, who scare but intrigue.
Of double stamp tuesdays.
Of many shared sushi meals.
Of sunbaking, well, at least she was ^_^.
Of family dinners and how well they go despite.
Of the way that 80% of the time I have to yell to get her attention.
Of attempting to get her to say her mum's hot.
Of the way she gets me insanely riled due to my possessive and jealous nature.
Of the way she doesn't realise she does it.
Of her being just as possessive and jealous, but not admitting it.
Of the happiest and saddest emails in the world.
Of missing each other after just one day.
Of missing each other after half a day.
Of the way she hates me being there, but loves it as well.
Of the way I'm male and she hates it.
Of the way she never tries to understand how I feel about a subject, but gives advice all the same.
Of public kissing being prohibited, much to my dismay.
Of long bus trips with her head on my shoulder.
Of suprising her with flowers, but not too often.
Of whispering in her ear, and her in mine.
Of crying in my arms, and I in hers.
Of our weakest and strongest moments.
Of her being incredibly angry at my decent marks, but hiding her anger and congratulating me because she thinks she should.
Of small jokes.
Of retaliations to small jokes that aren't recieved well, but are in the same vein.
Of myer couches.
Of giving rings and watching faces.
Of double chicken nuggets.
Of inflated chips.
Of kissing in the rain.
Of loving me drunk.
Of sneaking out to see me when I'm drunk.
Of me thinking about noone else, even if I could.
Of not being able to take her to dinner, but doing it anyway because I love to.
Of forehead kisses that make her melt.
Of poems that make her cry.
Of songs that aren't about her, but she can't help but think they are.
Of sitting and listening to music.
Of her hating me for no reason at all.
Of her hating me for reasons.
Of Todd, Elliot, JD, Turk, Dr Kelso, Ted, Carla, Cox, and Jordan.
Of crazy dreams.
Of watching her think about other people.
Of watching her think about me.
Of wanting to be alone in her head.
Of knowing that I'll never be, and loving her all the same.
Of spending every day with her and loving it every moment.
Of watching her sleep.
Of long walks around the lake.
Of spontaneously telling me I'm amazing.
Of spontaneously telling you you're beautiful.
Of a love I never could change, but upon realisation, wouldn't want to.
Of the happiest and saddest laugh in the world.
Of the hugs that I use to comfort her, and she uses to comfort me.
Of the way she holds my hand and tells me not to let go.
Of the way she tells me she loves me, and forces me to respond.
Of the way she gets jealous and yet won't let me be.
Of the way she tells me I'm good looking, even if she's the only one that believes it.
Of the way she'll lie to make me happy, despite her own wishes.
Of her pearl white teeth and 5 minute tooth brushing.
Of watching movies, many movies, and spooning till my arm is dead, and then some.
Of sitting and doing nothing.
Of breakfasting with her.
Of lunching with her.
Of dinner with her.
Of walking through floriade, her eating her nuts and me taking my caffeine.
Of appreciating art.
Of very extended gelati eating occasions.
Of roleplaying immature children.
Of being immature children.
Of dress shopping.
Of her laughing at how I drink through straws.
Of me stroking her hair.
Of her indignance even when she shouldn't be.
Of watching her slut it up in the musical.
Of many long discussions about absolutely everything and nothing.
Of her becoming defensive when I'm searching for answers to questions about anything she does.
Of butterflies, rainbows and flowers, loved by the both of us.
Of puppies in the window.
Of angry fighting fish, who scare but intrigue.
Of double stamp tuesdays.
Of many shared sushi meals.
Of sunbaking, well, at least she was ^_^.
Of family dinners and how well they go despite.
Of the way that 80% of the time I have to yell to get her attention.
Of attempting to get her to say her mum's hot.
Of the way she gets me insanely riled due to my possessive and jealous nature.
Of the way she doesn't realise she does it.
Of her being just as possessive and jealous, but not admitting it.
Of the happiest and saddest emails in the world.
Of missing each other after just one day.
Of missing each other after half a day.
Of the way she hates me being there, but loves it as well.
Of the way I'm male and she hates it.
Of the way she never tries to understand how I feel about a subject, but gives advice all the same.
Of public kissing being prohibited, much to my dismay.
Of long bus trips with her head on my shoulder.
Of suprising her with flowers, but not too often.
Of whispering in her ear, and her in mine.
Of crying in my arms, and I in hers.
Of our weakest and strongest moments.
Of her being incredibly angry at my decent marks, but hiding her anger and congratulating me because she thinks she should.
Of small jokes.
Of retaliations to small jokes that aren't recieved well, but are in the same vein.
Of myer couches.
Of giving rings and watching faces.
Of double chicken nuggets.
Of inflated chips.
Of kissing in the rain.
Of loving me drunk.
Of sneaking out to see me when I'm drunk.
Of me thinking about noone else, even if I could.
Of not being able to take her to dinner, but doing it anyway because I love to.
Of forehead kisses that make her melt.
Of poems that make her cry.
Of songs that aren't about her, but she can't help but think they are.
Of sitting and listening to music.
Of her hating me for no reason at all.
Of her hating me for reasons.
Of Todd, Elliot, JD, Turk, Dr Kelso, Ted, Carla, Cox, and Jordan.
Of crazy dreams.
Of watching her think about other people.
Of watching her think about me.
Of wanting to be alone in her head.
Of knowing that I'll never be, and loving her all the same.
Of spending every day with her and loving it every moment.
Of watching her sleep.
Of long walks around the lake.
Of spontaneously telling me I'm amazing.
Of spontaneously telling you you're beautiful.
Of a love I never could change, but upon realisation, wouldn't want to.
Thursday, October 12, 2006
Of the Poor Puppy That Couldn't
Those bright, puppy dog eyes,
Looked up to me and said,
"Shield me from the hurt, the lies",
But it wasn't him, his eyes dead.
The poor puppy, lying there,
His innocent body lay still,
The world his heart just couldn't bear,
For the puppy, just too much thrill.
An owner who didn't want him,
A partner who was not his own,
He left it all out on a whim,
Poor puppy, just chasing his bone.
Looked up to me and said,
"Shield me from the hurt, the lies",
But it wasn't him, his eyes dead.
The poor puppy, lying there,
His innocent body lay still,
The world his heart just couldn't bear,
For the puppy, just too much thrill.
An owner who didn't want him,
A partner who was not his own,
He left it all out on a whim,
Poor puppy, just chasing his bone.
Of Sunday Drives
And we wait above a road.
We're turning to go home.
And the silence from the side of the car
Tells me everything and how we are.
'Cause there's no more trying to make this so right,
There's no more trying tonight.
And you know it's not so easy when you're all alone.
And I wonder if I'm alone in your head.
I know something is wrong, I just dont know what to do.
You say it's only me and that I'm so perfect for you.
I don't want to try no more, I dont want to make this right.
I just want you to be true to me, one time.
And you know it's not so easy when you're all alone.
And I wonder if I'm alone in your head.
Twelve days gone by since I have saw you last.
I'll give this one more try, I'll give it all my best.
And I'll ask "What could you be doing that is so much fun?
without me by your side, without me by your side?"
And I will take a step back, and I'll let you ahead.
And I will take a step away and see if you come back.
Because there's no more trying to make this so right,
There's no more trying, there's no more trying tonight.
We'll never be the same.
We will never be the same.
We will never be the same.
We will never be the same until you're done.
-The Early November
We're turning to go home.
And the silence from the side of the car
Tells me everything and how we are.
'Cause there's no more trying to make this so right,
There's no more trying tonight.
And you know it's not so easy when you're all alone.
And I wonder if I'm alone in your head.
I know something is wrong, I just dont know what to do.
You say it's only me and that I'm so perfect for you.
I don't want to try no more, I dont want to make this right.
I just want you to be true to me, one time.
And you know it's not so easy when you're all alone.
And I wonder if I'm alone in your head.
Twelve days gone by since I have saw you last.
I'll give this one more try, I'll give it all my best.
And I'll ask "What could you be doing that is so much fun?
without me by your side, without me by your side?"
And I will take a step back, and I'll let you ahead.
And I will take a step away and see if you come back.
Because there's no more trying to make this so right,
There's no more trying, there's no more trying tonight.
We'll never be the same.
We will never be the same.
We will never be the same.
We will never be the same until you're done.
-The Early November
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Of Jealousy
It eats away at me like no other,
The cold, piercing feeling of envy,
A green ooze from which I cannot escape,
That feeling I need to let go.
Inferiority; the life i lead,
It still taunts me, as none other.
Overbearing, looming uncertainty,
When you know you're not as good.
I fight the feeling, still in my gut,
It tears away my flesh; I pay no heed.
It's becomes only just bearable; it'll stay.
And through it I'll say, I love you.
I stare in amazement, so ignorant,
Walks on the highest cloud,
I sit and take mild self pity,
As the cloud slowly drifts away.
My heart, heavy as lead,
The wind whispers in my ear,
Telling me to go on,
Before it passes by unnoticed.
My emotional cadence, your effervescence,
An existence intertwined,
You'll never know the sweet sound,
Of the envy spilt.
The cold, piercing feeling of envy,
A green ooze from which I cannot escape,
That feeling I need to let go.
Inferiority; the life i lead,
It still taunts me, as none other.
Overbearing, looming uncertainty,
When you know you're not as good.
I fight the feeling, still in my gut,
It tears away my flesh; I pay no heed.
It's becomes only just bearable; it'll stay.
And through it I'll say, I love you.
I stare in amazement, so ignorant,
Walks on the highest cloud,
I sit and take mild self pity,
As the cloud slowly drifts away.
My heart, heavy as lead,
The wind whispers in my ear,
Telling me to go on,
Before it passes by unnoticed.
My emotional cadence, your effervescence,
An existence intertwined,
You'll never know the sweet sound,
Of the envy spilt.
Thursday, September 14, 2006
Of dreams and emotional scars.
I can't lose the scar embed on my heart,
I cast my head down, I can look the part.
For dreams are wishes, from deep down inside.
From your dreams I retreat, I now must hide.
I wonder if I'm alone in your mind,
I find out that I'm not one of a kind.
My heart in two, cause I waited for you,
You look empty into my eyes of blue.
We embrace, just for you to reassure,
And I'm left to lie; left without a cure.
These scars don't mend, they suffuse with my heart,
You alone I have loved; noone apart.
And as I sit here and write; gentle tear.
Please don't stain the keyboard on your way out.
I cast my head down, I can look the part.
For dreams are wishes, from deep down inside.
From your dreams I retreat, I now must hide.
I wonder if I'm alone in your mind,
I find out that I'm not one of a kind.
My heart in two, cause I waited for you,
You look empty into my eyes of blue.
We embrace, just for you to reassure,
And I'm left to lie; left without a cure.
These scars don't mend, they suffuse with my heart,
You alone I have loved; noone apart.
And as I sit here and write; gentle tear.
Please don't stain the keyboard on your way out.
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Of Matt
| Your Candy Heart Says "Hug Me" |
 A total sweetheart, you always have a lot of love to give out. Your heart is open to where ever love takes you! Your ideal Valentine's Day date: a surprise romantic evening that you've planned out Your flirting style: lots of listening and talking What turns you off: fighting and conflict Why you're hot: you're fearless about falling in love |
Stolen from Tara, only stole this one because I thought it was insanely true to me.
Thursday, August 31, 2006
Of rain
How ironic that I'd use her style for something such as this.
This is why you feel our relationship is seemingly one sided. This is why I "don't share".
I can feel the rain fall, the vicious precipitation. Everywhere I look, people are unperturbed by the fact that this rain seemingly falls on only me. I'm drenched, as the rain clouds hone in even further. They're almost directly above me; the rain becomes torrential. And along with the rainclouds, comes the thunder and the lightning. The pressure builds and builds, and slowly I begin to crumble. At first it's almost unnoticable, a slight buckling of the knees. But soon I'm almost flat on the ground, though I strive to move. As people walk by, they hardly notice me in my complexity. They hardly notice the fact that along with this heavy rain, comes a burden which I struggle to carry. Yet I stand again, and I continue. I can ignore the rain, if it means the rain falls only on me. If it means that I am the only one to whom the rain lays it's encumberance, I can handle it. I'd do it gladly. However, this means that I cannot share the rain. Once the rain is shared, it gains momentum. It's saddness ebs and flows more ferociously, and I could not wish it upon anyone else. Please, this is not a fault. It's a favour.
I love you in countless ways, but here's just a few:
-You're funny (not that I'd ever admit it :P and even though I don't laugh at some of your jokes, it's only to save face. You do the same to me!)
-You're academic
-You're intelligent
-Academic + intelligent = You're smart
-You're caring
-You're selfless
-You're fun
-You're beautiful
-You have a wonderful and warm smile
-You're concious of most people's feelings (except people that attempt to walk in front of you onto escalators :P)
-You strive for perfection
-You're perfect :P
-You're helpful
-You're creative
-You listen
-You're constructive (ie that is you have no problems helping others in a constructive manner, and often find things to do when there is nothing else that generally have a constructive purpose of some sort)
-You're friendly
-You're open
-You have a good work ethic.
-You're thoughtful
And the list goes on. I LOVE YOU FOR ALL THESE REASONS. I don't know why you ignore this. I've told you all these things countless times. And yet you still tell me they're not true. I do honestly believe everything I wrote, and I know others agree with me. DONT TELL ME OTHERS DONT. I know it to be fact. I don't ever plan on breaking up with you ever. I love you.
This is why you feel our relationship is seemingly one sided. This is why I "don't share".
I can feel the rain fall, the vicious precipitation. Everywhere I look, people are unperturbed by the fact that this rain seemingly falls on only me. I'm drenched, as the rain clouds hone in even further. They're almost directly above me; the rain becomes torrential. And along with the rainclouds, comes the thunder and the lightning. The pressure builds and builds, and slowly I begin to crumble. At first it's almost unnoticable, a slight buckling of the knees. But soon I'm almost flat on the ground, though I strive to move. As people walk by, they hardly notice me in my complexity. They hardly notice the fact that along with this heavy rain, comes a burden which I struggle to carry. Yet I stand again, and I continue. I can ignore the rain, if it means the rain falls only on me. If it means that I am the only one to whom the rain lays it's encumberance, I can handle it. I'd do it gladly. However, this means that I cannot share the rain. Once the rain is shared, it gains momentum. It's saddness ebs and flows more ferociously, and I could not wish it upon anyone else. Please, this is not a fault. It's a favour.
I love you in countless ways, but here's just a few:
-You're funny (not that I'd ever admit it :P and even though I don't laugh at some of your jokes, it's only to save face. You do the same to me!)
-You're academic
-You're intelligent
-Academic + intelligent = You're smart
-You're caring
-You're selfless
-You're fun
-You're beautiful
-You have a wonderful and warm smile
-You're concious of most people's feelings (except people that attempt to walk in front of you onto escalators :P)
-You strive for perfection
-You're perfect :P
-You're helpful
-You're creative
-You listen
-You're constructive (ie that is you have no problems helping others in a constructive manner, and often find things to do when there is nothing else that generally have a constructive purpose of some sort)
-You're friendly
-You're open
-You have a good work ethic.
-You're thoughtful
And the list goes on. I LOVE YOU FOR ALL THESE REASONS. I don't know why you ignore this. I've told you all these things countless times. And yet you still tell me they're not true. I do honestly believe everything I wrote, and I know others agree with me. DONT TELL ME OTHERS DONT. I know it to be fact. I don't ever plan on breaking up with you ever. I love you.
Saturday, August 19, 2006
Of Mei my love.
She stood there, on the peak of the hill,
The wavering light illuminating her.
An aura, so whole and pure; the world still.
The sweet aroma drifted down; of myrrh.
Heaven sent she seemed, this wayward saint,
And yet I know her to be born of man.
I can barely make her out, the light faint,
Her skin so smooth, light bronze tan.
An indescribable feeling washes over,
I can't believe my luck, for there she stands.
I look down, a four leaf clover,
As a beautiful woman takes my hands.
Her deep brown eyes pierce my heart,
Her figure, strong but still petite.
A smile with which I cannot part,
This beautiful woman I'm about to meet.
She opens her mouth, but speaks no sound,
But I understand, she doesn't need to.
My thoughts become filled with love abound,
Of the love that once led me to you.
In such an instant, I sweep you away,
To a far away land where we are alone.
In such a land, my feelings portray,
A mindset of love, set in stone.
My "little christian goody goody", as you like to think that I think of you :P, I'd much prefer you to be exactly the way you are rather than stray from your true self, for the fear it might lead to a lesser perfection ^_^
The wavering light illuminating her.
An aura, so whole and pure; the world still.
The sweet aroma drifted down; of myrrh.
Heaven sent she seemed, this wayward saint,
And yet I know her to be born of man.
I can barely make her out, the light faint,
Her skin so smooth, light bronze tan.
An indescribable feeling washes over,
I can't believe my luck, for there she stands.
I look down, a four leaf clover,
As a beautiful woman takes my hands.
Her deep brown eyes pierce my heart,
Her figure, strong but still petite.
A smile with which I cannot part,
This beautiful woman I'm about to meet.
She opens her mouth, but speaks no sound,
But I understand, she doesn't need to.
My thoughts become filled with love abound,
Of the love that once led me to you.
In such an instant, I sweep you away,
To a far away land where we are alone.
In such a land, my feelings portray,
A mindset of love, set in stone.
My "little christian goody goody", as you like to think that I think of you :P, I'd much prefer you to be exactly the way you are rather than stray from your true self, for the fear it might lead to a lesser perfection ^_^
Thursday, August 03, 2006
Happy 4 months, my pretty little lady.
4 months is not so much,
Just half the time of others.
Yet I feel it an eternity,
So they say; time flies.
4 months official, yet longer still,
And you know me inside out.
I feel as though I know you too,
However, not quite as much.
Perfection is perfection,
If ever it was true.
This I speak of you, dear,
My pretty little lady.
Four months of joy,
Four months of love.
The feeling, uncomparable,
Of holding you in my arms.
Of caressing your face,
Of touching your hand.
Of a sweet divine perception,
That only I am privileged to.
Every moment is tender,
Such moments spent in your company.
And even still, when you're not here,
You brighten up my life.
4 months is not long they say,
But, us, together, forever and a day.
Just half the time of others.
Yet I feel it an eternity,
So they say; time flies.
4 months official, yet longer still,
And you know me inside out.
I feel as though I know you too,
However, not quite as much.
Perfection is perfection,
If ever it was true.
This I speak of you, dear,
My pretty little lady.
Four months of joy,
Four months of love.
The feeling, uncomparable,
Of holding you in my arms.
Of caressing your face,
Of touching your hand.
Of a sweet divine perception,
That only I am privileged to.
Every moment is tender,
Such moments spent in your company.
And even still, when you're not here,
You brighten up my life.
4 months is not long they say,
But, us, together, forever and a day.
Sunday, July 30, 2006
Mei Mei
My heart will lie with you always,
For you my dear, the world I would give,
I look for you in deserted hallways,
For you my dear; the reason I live.
I find you when I need you most,
For you my dear, I'd give up my life,
About you, to everyone I boast,
For you my dear, I'd accept all strife.
You brighten my day, my life, my self,
For you my dear, I'd persevere,
On you I could spend all of my wealth,
For you my dear, I'd face my fears.
What traits I lack, I make up in love,
For you my dear, the world I would give,
For you my dear, the shining dove,
For you my dear; the reason I live.
For you my dear, the world I would give,
I look for you in deserted hallways,
For you my dear; the reason I live.
I find you when I need you most,
For you my dear, I'd give up my life,
About you, to everyone I boast,
For you my dear, I'd accept all strife.
You brighten my day, my life, my self,
For you my dear, I'd persevere,
On you I could spend all of my wealth,
For you my dear, I'd face my fears.
What traits I lack, I make up in love,
For you my dear, the world I would give,
For you my dear, the shining dove,
For you my dear; the reason I live.
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
Of Snow
And snow flakes fall,
Pirouette, glistening white,
My winter calls.
Soft snow flakes,
A cold embrace,
My soul awake.
Charismatic snow delight,
Brightening moods,
A heart less contrite.
Snow balls fly,
As children frollick,
Summer dies.
A snowy Winter wonderland,
The snow, so free and broad,
And company demand.
Snow all around me,
Comprehensive cover,
Happy I'll be.
When snow flakes fall.
Pirouette, glistening white,
My winter calls.
Soft snow flakes,
A cold embrace,
My soul awake.
Charismatic snow delight,
Brightening moods,
A heart less contrite.
Snow balls fly,
As children frollick,
Summer dies.
A snowy Winter wonderland,
The snow, so free and broad,
And company demand.
Snow all around me,
Comprehensive cover,
Happy I'll be.
When snow flakes fall.
Monday, July 03, 2006
The Meaning of Troof
The Meaning of Truth
In search for truth, one may be led astray,
In a field where so much matter is gray.
The sweet suffusion; of light and of dark,
Skewed become your thoughts, future becomes stark.
Search forever, and yet never at all,
Searches become pointless; all of us fall.
Yet look we must, for we know it is there,
Surrounded in myst, and ever so rare.
Truth may be found, in darkness or in light,
And find it you will, but not without fight.
It lies within us all, deep down inside,
Some closer to surface, easy guided.
It's obvious sometimes, and sometimes not,
But in the end, it's all that we have got.
Pro sonnet examining the intricacies that is truth and whatnot. lol so bad ^_^
In search for truth, one may be led astray,
In a field where so much matter is gray.
The sweet suffusion; of light and of dark,
Skewed become your thoughts, future becomes stark.
Search forever, and yet never at all,
Searches become pointless; all of us fall.
Yet look we must, for we know it is there,
Surrounded in myst, and ever so rare.
Truth may be found, in darkness or in light,
And find it you will, but not without fight.
It lies within us all, deep down inside,
Some closer to surface, easy guided.
It's obvious sometimes, and sometimes not,
But in the end, it's all that we have got.
Pro sonnet examining the intricacies that is truth and whatnot. lol so bad ^_^
Saturday, July 01, 2006
Diffused with sound
The world so diffused with sound,
My mind moves with the rhythm,
Inside my head thoughts swirl around,
My mind as one, but memories schism.
The beat of the music sets my mood,
The sweet words move my heart,
Soft lyrics; I begin to brood,
And light lyrics; smile starts.
My head fills with thoughts recurring,
My heart fills with memories repeated,
The music fills my head; peace incurring,
I close my eyes, mind conceited.
My world so diffused with sound,
I sink into a fateless bliss,
Cadence; emotions spin around,
And then I remember, it's those things I miss.
My mind moves with the rhythm,
Inside my head thoughts swirl around,
My mind as one, but memories schism.
The beat of the music sets my mood,
The sweet words move my heart,
Soft lyrics; I begin to brood,
And light lyrics; smile starts.
My head fills with thoughts recurring,
My heart fills with memories repeated,
The music fills my head; peace incurring,
I close my eyes, mind conceited.
My world so diffused with sound,
I sink into a fateless bliss,
Cadence; emotions spin around,
And then I remember, it's those things I miss.
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
Poetry skill degeneration 101
I won't blame you for every tear I cry,
For I know you didn't mean to.
I won't blame you for leaving me dry,
For you know not what you do.
We share something special, unique,
Something we alone share with each other.
But we can't talk, response oblique,
Moment; unhappiness; becomes another.
You don't trust me, this I know,
And yet, never proven otherwise.
You'll never trust me, this you show,
You'll keep your veil; sweet disguise.
Live with it I shall, for nothing I can do,
I don't like it though, your thoughts untrue.
Have some faith, my amazing, thine divine,
To me, my dear, you truly shine.
For I know you didn't mean to.
I won't blame you for leaving me dry,
For you know not what you do.
We share something special, unique,
Something we alone share with each other.
But we can't talk, response oblique,
Moment; unhappiness; becomes another.
You don't trust me, this I know,
And yet, never proven otherwise.
You'll never trust me, this you show,
You'll keep your veil; sweet disguise.
Live with it I shall, for nothing I can do,
I don't like it though, your thoughts untrue.
Have some faith, my amazing, thine divine,
To me, my dear, you truly shine.
Monday, June 26, 2006
Tara's poem
Little un
Tara the little one,
Guaranteed to have some fun,
Tara, the silly one,
Guaranteed to say something dumb :)
She's the one that will listen,
She's the one that will tell you the truth.
She's the one with eyes that glisten,
She's the one that reminds you of youth.
She writes poems far better than mine,
She has a blog that kills mine too.
Best friend of thine divine,
People like Tara are far too few!
Little Tara, the bubbly one,
She's the one that won't turn and run.
Little Tara, the crazy one,
Touch her pesto and stare at the gun!
I expect one back >_< ps happy birthday matt.
Why thank you Matt
<3 Matt
<32u2 Matt ^_^
Tara the little one,
Guaranteed to have some fun,
Tara, the silly one,
Guaranteed to say something dumb :)
She's the one that will listen,
She's the one that will tell you the truth.
She's the one with eyes that glisten,
She's the one that reminds you of youth.
She writes poems far better than mine,
She has a blog that kills mine too.
Best friend of thine divine,
People like Tara are far too few!
Little Tara, the bubbly one,
She's the one that won't turn and run.
Little Tara, the crazy one,
Touch her pesto and stare at the gun!
I expect one back >_< ps happy birthday matt.
Why thank you Matt
<3 Matt
<32u2 Matt ^_^
Monday, June 19, 2006
Why
Why can't I be a better person. And if I can't be better, why can't she find someone better, or realise that I'm not all I've 'cracked up to be'.
Friday, June 16, 2006
So Simple
Nothing could be so simple, one plus one,
Yet I'm staring down the barrel of a gun.
Nothing is quite as true as my failure,
Show me some support, don't be a stranger.
I need you now more than I ever will,
I need you now, yet away you walk still.
Come one and come all, see me at my worst,
Will you even notice, me in my hearse?
Dead to the world, yet you claim not to you,
Do you know what it means, to find love true?
Could you ever love a man such as me,
Just think for a second, happy I'll be.
Stare down the barrel, as I must do now,
And recite with me, my ending, my vow.
Meh, I dunnoez where this came from :s
Yet I'm staring down the barrel of a gun.
Nothing is quite as true as my failure,
Show me some support, don't be a stranger.
I need you now more than I ever will,
I need you now, yet away you walk still.
Come one and come all, see me at my worst,
Will you even notice, me in my hearse?
Dead to the world, yet you claim not to you,
Do you know what it means, to find love true?
Could you ever love a man such as me,
Just think for a second, happy I'll be.
Stare down the barrel, as I must do now,
And recite with me, my ending, my vow.
Meh, I dunnoez where this came from :s
Thursday, June 15, 2006
Tears
I taste the tears you make me cry,
I leave my heart, out in the wind.
I shed my tears, hold on to lies,
I stray away from you, for I have sinned.
I cannot, nor ever will change,
I'll never be what you want me to.
Yell and scream, words exchanged,
It won't help, lost respect for you.
You torment me so, though you have no clue,
You pretend to know, but you could not.
You have no idea what I go through,
Yet some fully fledged idea you have got.
Please, I beg, just leave me alone,
Leave me in peace, I need not your presence.
Don't talk to me, put down the phone,
Leave me to create my sweet effervescence.
Sigh. So emo :/
I leave my heart, out in the wind.
I shed my tears, hold on to lies,
I stray away from you, for I have sinned.
I cannot, nor ever will change,
I'll never be what you want me to.
Yell and scream, words exchanged,
It won't help, lost respect for you.
You torment me so, though you have no clue,
You pretend to know, but you could not.
You have no idea what I go through,
Yet some fully fledged idea you have got.
Please, I beg, just leave me alone,
Leave me in peace, I need not your presence.
Don't talk to me, put down the phone,
Leave me to create my sweet effervescence.
Sigh. So emo :/
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
Haikus to Mei
Come closer to me,
I want you here next to me,
To feel your sweet touch.
As you move away,
My heart and my eyes follow,
With you forever.
To your desire,
I respond with what I can,
Anything for you.
Touch, taste, your kiss sweet,
The touch of your lips moves me,
Kiss me one more time.
I can feel the love,
Which you can put in your kiss,
I can't let you stop.
Nothing as pretty,
Could compare to what I have,
What I see in you.
Shall not ever leave,
Your presense all that I need,
To live happily.
Smile lies on my face,
I close my eyes and you're there,
My smile broadens.
I sit and I wait,
For you to arrive my dear,
Would wait forever.
Love you Mei ^_^
I want you here next to me,
To feel your sweet touch.
As you move away,
My heart and my eyes follow,
With you forever.
To your desire,
I respond with what I can,
Anything for you.
Touch, taste, your kiss sweet,
The touch of your lips moves me,
Kiss me one more time.
I can feel the love,
Which you can put in your kiss,
I can't let you stop.
Nothing as pretty,
Could compare to what I have,
What I see in you.
Shall not ever leave,
Your presense all that I need,
To live happily.
Smile lies on my face,
I close my eyes and you're there,
My smile broadens.
I sit and I wait,
For you to arrive my dear,
Would wait forever.
Love you Mei ^_^
Sunday, June 04, 2006
Breaks
The wind breaks, as does my spirit,
The rain poors, drown my sorrows in it.
The stone lay still, like my heart,
The lightning crashs, takes me apart.
Don't act on your will,
Leave me here,
Perturbed; be still,
My head will soon clear.
Reconcile, but I still cannot,
If only I could, take that shot.
I don't know if I care enough,
Or whether I feel it's just too tough.
Please, act now,
I need you here.
Make me the vow,
For I love you dear.
The wind breaks, and up I look,
The rain poors, and in it I dance,
The stone lay still, yet I shook,
The lightning crashs; I'll take my chance.
Will you act?
I think I need you,
Thoughts abstract,
Yet a clear view.
EDIT: Rationale~
Speaks of a couple fighting, and the need for reconciliation (sp?). He doesn't want to fix it, and thinks he'll get over it, then he wants to reconcile, then he needs her to reconcile with him. The guy wants to makeup, as he loves her too much to let her go. And so his spirits brighten, but yet he is still lost in thought.
The rain poors, drown my sorrows in it.
The stone lay still, like my heart,
The lightning crashs, takes me apart.
Don't act on your will,
Leave me here,
Perturbed; be still,
My head will soon clear.
Reconcile, but I still cannot,
If only I could, take that shot.
I don't know if I care enough,
Or whether I feel it's just too tough.
Please, act now,
I need you here.
Make me the vow,
For I love you dear.
The wind breaks, and up I look,
The rain poors, and in it I dance,
The stone lay still, yet I shook,
The lightning crashs; I'll take my chance.
Will you act?
I think I need you,
Thoughts abstract,
Yet a clear view.
EDIT: Rationale~
Speaks of a couple fighting, and the need for reconciliation (sp?). He doesn't want to fix it, and thinks he'll get over it, then he wants to reconcile, then he needs her to reconcile with him. The guy wants to makeup, as he loves her too much to let her go. And so his spirits brighten, but yet he is still lost in thought.
Thursday, June 01, 2006
If only I could...
If only I could,
If only there was a way,
Things I need to tell.
This usually isn't a normal blog, however, I feel I must make a normal blog post of sorts.
Mei-Ying, how could I ever compare. The last thing I think about before sleeping, the first thing I think about when I wake up. My thoughts may drift away from you at times, but only for as long as the activity endures. I simply cannot fathom how much happier you have made my life. You brought warmth, you brought love, you brought compassion, you brought safety, you brought support, you brought comfort, you brought so many things for which I am greatful. And to top it all off, you ask for so little in return.
While she may never read this, I had to put it in the open. I had to let the world know how much she meant to me, though words may only scratch the surface. No matter how large one's vocabulary, no matter how skillful one's literature, what I feel simply cannot be expressed in writing. Nor in any action which I myself could carry out. I simply continue to try, hoping that one day she may realise just how much she means to me.
You lack the self esteem of most, however, you are also far greater than most. Quite strange to be truthful, though I know you've been through a lot. Yet you stay strong, and strive for happiness through other people, caring for yourself only at neccesary times. This forms another part of you that I truly love. Uncompromising selflessness. It's so persistent, and so insanely beautiful in it's existance, makes me truly happy thinking about all that you give up for another's happiness. You bring out the best in me kid, please don't ever stop.
You're there for me when I need it, and then again you're there for me when I don't. Your support provides me with such insane feelings of admiration and adoration; you carry me through tough times with your good will and kind words. Please, let me attempt to return the favour. Though I have never been terribly good at comforting, help me learn, so that I may return that which you so freely and willingly give to me. I feel so obliged to be there for you at every moment that I can, yet you do not let me get close, for you feel your issues too petty. Share with me your burdens, as you allow me to share mine. Bring yourself closer to me, as I feel myself being drawn closer to you. Open your heart, and let me share the warmth.
You mourn over your slight imperfections, while us mere mortals admire your complete beauty, that is, your outter and inner refinement. You become downcast when you think of how much you care, when you know you shouldn't. Simply put my dear, don't. Your thoughtfulness and tenderness is appreciated by all, don't stop being you. Do not be ashamed of the person that you are, your effervescence brings about smiles, it brings about joy, it creates a feeling of content. Your presence warms a room, your good will melts hearts, your friendliness cures hurt. You take hate and return love, you take grief and you return comfort. Perfection is impossible, yet they say nothing is impossible. To me my dear, perfection comes in the form of you.
Mei my dear, my dearest of dears, how could I ever compare. You are my sunshine, you are my rainbow, you are my green grass, you are my brighter pasture, you are my tulip, you are my addiction. So to you I say this; I love you, yet do not let that be enough. Please, shape me into what you deserve me to be.
If only there was a way,
Things I need to tell.
This usually isn't a normal blog, however, I feel I must make a normal blog post of sorts.
Mei-Ying, how could I ever compare. The last thing I think about before sleeping, the first thing I think about when I wake up. My thoughts may drift away from you at times, but only for as long as the activity endures. I simply cannot fathom how much happier you have made my life. You brought warmth, you brought love, you brought compassion, you brought safety, you brought support, you brought comfort, you brought so many things for which I am greatful. And to top it all off, you ask for so little in return.
While she may never read this, I had to put it in the open. I had to let the world know how much she meant to me, though words may only scratch the surface. No matter how large one's vocabulary, no matter how skillful one's literature, what I feel simply cannot be expressed in writing. Nor in any action which I myself could carry out. I simply continue to try, hoping that one day she may realise just how much she means to me.
You lack the self esteem of most, however, you are also far greater than most. Quite strange to be truthful, though I know you've been through a lot. Yet you stay strong, and strive for happiness through other people, caring for yourself only at neccesary times. This forms another part of you that I truly love. Uncompromising selflessness. It's so persistent, and so insanely beautiful in it's existance, makes me truly happy thinking about all that you give up for another's happiness. You bring out the best in me kid, please don't ever stop.
You're there for me when I need it, and then again you're there for me when I don't. Your support provides me with such insane feelings of admiration and adoration; you carry me through tough times with your good will and kind words. Please, let me attempt to return the favour. Though I have never been terribly good at comforting, help me learn, so that I may return that which you so freely and willingly give to me. I feel so obliged to be there for you at every moment that I can, yet you do not let me get close, for you feel your issues too petty. Share with me your burdens, as you allow me to share mine. Bring yourself closer to me, as I feel myself being drawn closer to you. Open your heart, and let me share the warmth.
You mourn over your slight imperfections, while us mere mortals admire your complete beauty, that is, your outter and inner refinement. You become downcast when you think of how much you care, when you know you shouldn't. Simply put my dear, don't. Your thoughtfulness and tenderness is appreciated by all, don't stop being you. Do not be ashamed of the person that you are, your effervescence brings about smiles, it brings about joy, it creates a feeling of content. Your presence warms a room, your good will melts hearts, your friendliness cures hurt. You take hate and return love, you take grief and you return comfort. Perfection is impossible, yet they say nothing is impossible. To me my dear, perfection comes in the form of you.
Mei my dear, my dearest of dears, how could I ever compare. You are my sunshine, you are my rainbow, you are my green grass, you are my brighter pasture, you are my tulip, you are my addiction. So to you I say this; I love you, yet do not let that be enough. Please, shape me into what you deserve me to be.
Friday, May 19, 2006
Only You
When you came into my life, I was sure,
That I would love you forever, ever more.
My beautiful Mei, this thought has come true,
I will love you forever, only you.
Your presence makes me feel complete; so whole,
I live for you my dear, my life's one goal.
A flower; the sun, the moon, pale next to,
My absolute, undescribable you.
I yearn, just for you; all day and all night,
I can't forget you, try hard as I might.
Not that I'd want to, so fair is my dear;
Come lie with me, and forget all your fears.
I love you; could you ever love me too?
I will love you forever, only you.
Sonnet for my love.
That I would love you forever, ever more.
My beautiful Mei, this thought has come true,
I will love you forever, only you.
Your presence makes me feel complete; so whole,
I live for you my dear, my life's one goal.
A flower; the sun, the moon, pale next to,
My absolute, undescribable you.
I yearn, just for you; all day and all night,
I can't forget you, try hard as I might.
Not that I'd want to, so fair is my dear;
Come lie with me, and forget all your fears.
I love you; could you ever love me too?
I will love you forever, only you.
Sonnet for my love.
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
Because people might accidentally come here now...
I thought I should add rationales to my poems. I'll do it when I get home tonight. They'll just be a few lines describing what that poem is about. werd
Okay so maybe I can't be bothered doing all of them :P I'll do it in future when i write more.
Okay so maybe I can't be bothered doing all of them :P I'll do it in future when i write more.
Monday, May 15, 2006
Southern Comfort inspired
Ahhh the joys of triple shots.
It moves with the grace of ballet,
The earth laughs in flowers.
They would cover it all if I had my way,
Right up to the sky would the beauty tower.
Spring brings out the best in me,
But it brings out the best in you too.
It opens my heart, makes me free,
It opens up my heart to you.
As they blossom before my eyes,
Roses as red as a setting sun.
Tulips in their yellows disguise,
Elegance in colours, oh such fun.
As flowers bloom, so does my mind,
My heart, my soul, my everything.
Any colour of any kind,
I love all flowers; no one king.
Speaks of the beauty of flowers, and the joy they bring to people. Wasn't really about me that much, as while flowers are aiight I'm not really into them that much. The reader is also meant to feel a relationship between the happiness and joy of flowers and the joy and happiness their loved ones bring them.
It moves with the grace of ballet,
The earth laughs in flowers.
They would cover it all if I had my way,
Right up to the sky would the beauty tower.
Spring brings out the best in me,
But it brings out the best in you too.
It opens my heart, makes me free,
It opens up my heart to you.
As they blossom before my eyes,
Roses as red as a setting sun.
Tulips in their yellows disguise,
Elegance in colours, oh such fun.
As flowers bloom, so does my mind,
My heart, my soul, my everything.
Any colour of any kind,
I love all flowers; no one king.
Speaks of the beauty of flowers, and the joy they bring to people. Wasn't really about me that much, as while flowers are aiight I'm not really into them that much. The reader is also meant to feel a relationship between the happiness and joy of flowers and the joy and happiness their loved ones bring them.
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
tashpoem02
You inspire me when im down,
Inspire me with your smile.
You can change my mood at will,
With the beauty of your laughter.
I never regret a moment,
A moment spent with you.
Such fun I remember we've had,
In the company of each other.
You keep the smile on my face,
Keep it there with laughs.
Laughing at me, laughing at you,
I've never laughed so much.
Thank you my dear, ever so much,
Thank you for all you've done.
I shall remain your friend, forever more,
In the hope of paying you back.
I swear they only get marginally better every time. My poems suck >_<
I wrote a poem to Tash describing how happy the friendship we have makes me. We used to have a lot of really fun lessons @ CHS, and reminiscing of these inspired the poem. And I also felt the need to thank her for being my friend, as it means a lot to me
Inspire me with your smile.
You can change my mood at will,
With the beauty of your laughter.
I never regret a moment,
A moment spent with you.
Such fun I remember we've had,
In the company of each other.
You keep the smile on my face,
Keep it there with laughs.
Laughing at me, laughing at you,
I've never laughed so much.
Thank you my dear, ever so much,
Thank you for all you've done.
I shall remain your friend, forever more,
In the hope of paying you back.
I swear they only get marginally better every time. My poems suck >_<
I wrote a poem to Tash describing how happy the friendship we have makes me. We used to have a lot of really fun lessons @ CHS, and reminiscing of these inspired the poem. And I also felt the need to thank her for being my friend, as it means a lot to me
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
If my heart were to fly would you follow?
Happy thoughts
If my heart were to fly would you follow?
We could fly, into clouds, my heart not hollow.
If I were to jump would you jump with me?
Such amazing things we could truly be.
If I were to cry, would you lend me your shoulder?
And sit with me, never leave, till we were older.
Not for every obsticle, but for some, would you carry me?
Use the strength I don't have, help me see.
If I took a stand, would you stand there?
Would you try to help me, would you care?
If I stood down, would you stand down?
Would you trust me, dear don't frown.
If my heart were to fly would you follow?
As it's all I want you to do.
If my heart were to fly would you follow?
For me, dear, your love is all I knew.
A poem I wrote for my dearest Mei. It speaks of the things that I see our relationship blossoming into, and all the things that I want. It speaks of happiness and love that we have/will share/d. There is a strong theme of togetherness and relying on each other to prosper.
If my heart were to fly would you follow?
We could fly, into clouds, my heart not hollow.
If I were to jump would you jump with me?
Such amazing things we could truly be.
If I were to cry, would you lend me your shoulder?
And sit with me, never leave, till we were older.
Not for every obsticle, but for some, would you carry me?
Use the strength I don't have, help me see.
If I took a stand, would you stand there?
Would you try to help me, would you care?
If I stood down, would you stand down?
Would you trust me, dear don't frown.
If my heart were to fly would you follow?
As it's all I want you to do.
If my heart were to fly would you follow?
For me, dear, your love is all I knew.
A poem I wrote for my dearest Mei. It speaks of the things that I see our relationship blossoming into, and all the things that I want. It speaks of happiness and love that we have/will share/d. There is a strong theme of togetherness and relying on each other to prosper.
Thursday, March 09, 2006
HAPPYTHENEMO
Within your sweet embrace comes something more,
A sensual feeling, but I can't be sure.
Hours spent together, but always apart,
Our relationship doomed from the start.
You never tried, avoided me so long,
Avoided us, how could I have been so wrong.
What I thought was love, was simply you,
Twisting my thoughts, thoughts untrue.
With every word you spoke, you broke my heart,
Yet gently gestured, played the sweet part.
If ever again i get the chance, just one,
Make no mistake, I'd prefer to run.
Dunno what really happened with that one, I wrote the first two lines right after the haikus, then came back to it today, while listening to some somewhat emo music and it all got changed :/ Ahh well, it's still aiight.
Not a poem I can really relate to, but interesting to me none the less. It speaks of a person who found what they thought was a decent and solid relationship, and a woman whom he thought he may have fallen in love with, but it turns out she wasn't serious, and it breaks his heart. She led him on, and it cut him up.
A sensual feeling, but I can't be sure.
Hours spent together, but always apart,
Our relationship doomed from the start.
You never tried, avoided me so long,
Avoided us, how could I have been so wrong.
What I thought was love, was simply you,
Twisting my thoughts, thoughts untrue.
With every word you spoke, you broke my heart,
Yet gently gestured, played the sweet part.
If ever again i get the chance, just one,
Make no mistake, I'd prefer to run.
Dunno what really happened with that one, I wrote the first two lines right after the haikus, then came back to it today, while listening to some somewhat emo music and it all got changed :/ Ahh well, it's still aiight.
Not a poem I can really relate to, but interesting to me none the less. It speaks of a person who found what they thought was a decent and solid relationship, and a woman whom he thought he may have fallen in love with, but it turns out she wasn't serious, and it breaks his heart. She led him on, and it cut him up.
Sunday, March 05, 2006
Mei poem
Mei asked me to write a poem for her...
I'll be waiting for you,
No matter where you go,
Cause I've been waiting for you,
My feelings for you steady grow.
Self concious and selfless,
Your beauty, both outside and in.
Such a wonderful heart you do possess,
To hurt you dear, is worse than sin.
A deeper feeling of loss than most,
Trust lost, unwilling to now.
Not letting people get too close,
I want to be close, but how?
Trust me dear, for I won't let you down,
Blindly take my hand, and I will show you,
Be with me, never frown,
Be with me, and stay forever true.
Mei's first poem from Matt ^_^. Mei doesn't trust anyone, so that became a major theme for my poem. I want her to trust me, and I want to be able to trust her. It also speaks of her beautiful qualities, and how I want to be with her.
I'll be waiting for you,
No matter where you go,
Cause I've been waiting for you,
My feelings for you steady grow.
Self concious and selfless,
Your beauty, both outside and in.
Such a wonderful heart you do possess,
To hurt you dear, is worse than sin.
A deeper feeling of loss than most,
Trust lost, unwilling to now.
Not letting people get too close,
I want to be close, but how?
Trust me dear, for I won't let you down,
Blindly take my hand, and I will show you,
Be with me, never frown,
Be with me, and stay forever true.
Mei's first poem from Matt ^_^. Mei doesn't trust anyone, so that became a major theme for my poem. I want her to trust me, and I want to be able to trust her. It also speaks of her beautiful qualities, and how I want to be with her.
Hi Koo
As we sit, smiling,
Tears slowly roll down my face,
You are way too sweet.
Laugh, feeling happy,
Wrestling in the long grass,
We can have such fun.
I say goodnight, yet,
I do not wish you to leave,
Need you here tonight.
Tears slowly roll down my face,
You are way too sweet.
Laugh, feeling happy,
Wrestling in the long grass,
We can have such fun.
I say goodnight, yet,
I do not wish you to leave,
Need you here tonight.
Monday, January 30, 2006
Longing
Once I was sure, once I knew you, back then,
We talked about things you can't imagine.
We truly loved each other, way back when,
Such things happen but once in a million.
And suddenly you left, not looking back,
You left me sitting there, wondering why.
I cannot take it; something I can't hack,
Wishing you back, on the stars in the sky.
Sometimes I just sit there, waiting for you,
All by myself; I wish you for myself.
But you are not mine, this I always knew.
My mourning but festers there, by itself.
I will get over you sometime I hope,
Till then, memories I will use to cope.
A sonnet (14 lines 10 syllables) about rejection. There's an extreme feeling of loneliness from the person, and while they realise they'll get over them, it seems impossible now.
We talked about things you can't imagine.
We truly loved each other, way back when,
Such things happen but once in a million.
And suddenly you left, not looking back,
You left me sitting there, wondering why.
I cannot take it; something I can't hack,
Wishing you back, on the stars in the sky.
Sometimes I just sit there, waiting for you,
All by myself; I wish you for myself.
But you are not mine, this I always knew.
My mourning but festers there, by itself.
I will get over you sometime I hope,
Till then, memories I will use to cope.
A sonnet (14 lines 10 syllables) about rejection. There's an extreme feeling of loneliness from the person, and while they realise they'll get over them, it seems impossible now.
Saturday, January 14, 2006
Renee is right...
I do do it
I see you lying on a cloud up there,
Peaceful, I slowly lay down next to you.
Our breaths move in rhythmes, sleeping, unfair,
I am not asleep, and it's just us two.
I lay there thinking, what to say to you?
So many idea's, but none are right.
You do not want me, my feelings untrue,
So I move away, can't do it tonight.
The next day I'm there, looking in the clouds.
The next day you're there, asleep next to me.
Still I wonder, what to say? I'm too proud.
I retreat, away again, not yet free.
I cannot say what I feel, too scared to.
For it is not love, but friendship imbued.
I see you lying on a cloud up there,
Peaceful, I slowly lay down next to you.
Our breaths move in rhythmes, sleeping, unfair,
I am not asleep, and it's just us two.
I lay there thinking, what to say to you?
So many idea's, but none are right.
You do not want me, my feelings untrue,
So I move away, can't do it tonight.
The next day I'm there, looking in the clouds.
The next day you're there, asleep next to me.
Still I wonder, what to say? I'm too proud.
I retreat, away again, not yet free.
I cannot say what I feel, too scared to.
For it is not love, but friendship imbued.
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
Random
Of all the things I could have had,
There is but one that makes me sad,
The thought of you, gone away now,
Walking so far away, but how.
We felt the same, did we not dear,
I try to understand, unclear.
My mind spinning out of control,
Appearing to be nice, yet cold,
Times we had appear to have gone,
All the times, together we shone.
Don't forget my dear, of such things,
For when next we meet, this I bring.
There is but one that makes me sad,
The thought of you, gone away now,
Walking so far away, but how.
We felt the same, did we not dear,
I try to understand, unclear.
My mind spinning out of control,
Appearing to be nice, yet cold,
Times we had appear to have gone,
All the times, together we shone.
Don't forget my dear, of such things,
For when next we meet, this I bring.
Sonnet
Finally, a sonnet!
You take me in, all of you, such beauty,
Must protect you, I feel it my duty.
Calling my name, calling for me, so strong,
Softly uttering thoughts, can do no wrong.
I whisper back, telling you I'm ready,
"Wait" you ask me, I try and hold steady.
I speak my mind, whispering back sweet sounds,
I cannot help it, I feel my heart pound.
We dance around in the depths of each other,
No complications, with I just your lover.
Your breath, your touch, your thoughts, open to me ,
We both convulse, suddenly we're both free.
As I lay and feel you there, I proceed,
To hold you there, for you are all I need.
You take me in, all of you, such beauty,
Must protect you, I feel it my duty.
Calling my name, calling for me, so strong,
Softly uttering thoughts, can do no wrong.
I whisper back, telling you I'm ready,
"Wait" you ask me, I try and hold steady.
I speak my mind, whispering back sweet sounds,
I cannot help it, I feel my heart pound.
We dance around in the depths of each other,
No complications, with I just your lover.
Your breath, your touch, your thoughts, open to me ,
We both convulse, suddenly we're both free.
As I lay and feel you there, I proceed,
To hold you there, for you are all I need.
Thursday, December 22, 2005
sonnet wannabe
I told renee I'd write a sonnet and i was soooooo close. Just missing one thing. Rhyming :(. And a fully proper structure. But anyways, I still think it's ok
Of a year come and passed, i think back then,
Of the saddness, the grief, the tears, the shame.
Then I remember, the year that has gone,
And I think of the good, the great, the times.
The times that we had, the times that we loved,
And I remember these times with fondness,
For these are the times we shared together.
Together as one, together with friends,
I enjoyed us together, all the time.
And I remember us not, befriended,
I enjoyed these times, yet not quite as much,
So this my dear, I say to you, adieu,
But not forever, just for now, adieu.
Of a year come and passed, i think back then,
Of the saddness, the grief, the tears, the shame.
Then I remember, the year that has gone,
And I think of the good, the great, the times.
The times that we had, the times that we loved,
And I remember these times with fondness,
For these are the times we shared together.
Together as one, together with friends,
I enjoyed us together, all the time.
And I remember us not, befriended,
I enjoyed these times, yet not quite as much,
So this my dear, I say to you, adieu,
But not forever, just for now, adieu.
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
Saturday, December 17, 2005
The tash poem
She made me write a poem on her. No structure, no rhyme, just an idea. And so I present, an extremely shit poem, entitled "Just a Flower"
Shining yet not, happy yet not, inner confusion,
Wanting to be happy, but can't, so sad.
Feeling things, but never satisfied, needing more,
Yet not feeling, ignoring the good, feeding the loathing.
Sheltering the dismal, shunning the light,
Brighten up sunshine, not all is bad.
As they say, for every dark night there is a brighter day,
Cheer up sunshine, all is not lost when you have us.
We're there for you, and not, when you don't want us to be,
Inspire me sunshine, lead me to those higher places.
I want to visit, and I want you to come,
For I've never seen you smile brighter than when;
In friendly company we spoke and laughed,
Cheered and jeered, smiled, yet never cried.
This my dear, is want I want for you,
Because this my dear, is what I've wanted too.
Shining yet not, happy yet not, inner confusion,
Wanting to be happy, but can't, so sad.
Feeling things, but never satisfied, needing more,
Yet not feeling, ignoring the good, feeding the loathing.
Sheltering the dismal, shunning the light,
Brighten up sunshine, not all is bad.
As they say, for every dark night there is a brighter day,
Cheer up sunshine, all is not lost when you have us.
We're there for you, and not, when you don't want us to be,
Inspire me sunshine, lead me to those higher places.
I want to visit, and I want you to come,
For I've never seen you smile brighter than when;
In friendly company we spoke and laughed,
Cheered and jeered, smiled, yet never cried.
This my dear, is want I want for you,
Because this my dear, is what I've wanted too.
Thursday, December 15, 2005
more to come
I'm drinking atm, if I can stay awake + sober enough for my laziness to pass I will do some more tonight. I want to attempt a sonnet, but the whole iambic pentameter makes me tear.
NINJA EDIIIIT:
Once lost in the dark,
One thing shined through to me,
I'm glad it was you.
NINJA EDIIIIT:
Once lost in the dark,
One thing shined through to me,
I'm glad it was you.
Haikus
Sigh, what have you done to me renee :'(
I wrote some haikus today when i was bored. They're pretty bad, but meh (actually I lie i wrote the first one yesterday). More to come if I can be bothered.
Like Butterflies fly,
So does my heart fly for you;
So do I love you.
Can't be given up,
For you are not mine to give,
Though I wish you were.
The sweet smell of you,
Maketh thine eyes deceive me,
For you are not here.
I wrote some haikus today when i was bored. They're pretty bad, but meh (actually I lie i wrote the first one yesterday). More to come if I can be bothered.
Like Butterflies fly,
So does my heart fly for you;
So do I love you.
Can't be given up,
For you are not mine to give,
Though I wish you were.
The sweet smell of you,
Maketh thine eyes deceive me,
For you are not here.
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