January 21, 2010
Tick Tick Tick…
The night is coming
The sky is darkening
The clouds are forming
The rain is slowly falling
Tick Tick Tick…
You and I are walking
You and I are running
You and I are stopping
You and I are kissing
Tick Tick Tick…
Friday, January 22, 2010
Thursday, January 21, 2010
TO BE GOOD IS BAD
January 20, 2010
To be good in words is bad
Coz’ poets are all very sad
People say we are all mad
Money, we never once had
Poets are not all that
So don’t take off your hat
In love we always fall flat
Trampled upon as if a mat
Impress WW… Still I can’t
His affection still unbent
It becomes a form of rant
Which I can only use to vent
To be good in words is bad
Coz’ poets are all very sad
People say we are all mad
Money, we never once had
Poets are not all that
So don’t take off your hat
In love we always fall flat
Trampled upon as if a mat
Impress WW… Still I can’t
His affection still unbent
It becomes a form of rant
Which I can only use to vent
THE NUMBER IS TWO
January 20, 2010
The number is two
One refers to me
And two means you
Our sum it shall be
When you are blue
I am here with you
I stick to you as if glue
So the number is still two
When you miss me
You just think of a ‘we’
You are all that I see
So one we shall ever be
The number is two
One refers to me
And two means you
Our sum it shall be
The number is two
One refers to me
And two means you
Our sum it shall be
When you are blue
I am here with you
I stick to you as if glue
So the number is still two
When you miss me
You just think of a ‘we’
You are all that I see
So one we shall ever be
The number is two
One refers to me
And two means you
Our sum it shall be
Monday, January 11, 2010
THE GAME
THE GAME
January 10, 2010
It has always been the same
No individual has ever gained
Everyone is only to be pained
When playing the love game
The heart is so easily tamed
Drowned drunk with imagination
But when reality hits expectation
It is a shame that love is blamed
Love has gained reputable fame
As the heart’s colorful painting
But yet it is not never-ending
For pain is the painting’s frame
January 10, 2010
It has always been the same
No individual has ever gained
Everyone is only to be pained
When playing the love game
The heart is so easily tamed
Drowned drunk with imagination
But when reality hits expectation
It is a shame that love is blamed
Love has gained reputable fame
As the heart’s colorful painting
But yet it is not never-ending
For pain is the painting’s frame
THE MELODY OF MELANCHOLY
THE MELODY OF MELANCHOLY
January 10, 2010
How I feel… How I feel…
I can no longer conceal
How you make me feel
Oh, tell me that this is real
In the stillness of the sea
You are the only one I see
Amidst the serene ocean melody
I’m drowned in a song called ‘we’
Take my hand… Take my hand…
Don’t slip away like the sea sand
Hold on tightly as I take your hand
For you are more than just a friend
I’ve searched for you in every land
From life’s meandering river bend
To the deepest beds of the ocean
And find you, my one and only passion
So sing with me… Sing with me…
In this silent melody of melancholy
Let your heart sing out to me
In our melody of melancholy
This poem is dedicated to fellow pathetic poet who is also a diver and who is currently in love!!! (you know who… wink wink wink) It is about listening to the heart in the silence of the sea and finding THE MELODY OF MELANCHOLY.
It is also about journeying from every land, through life’s meandering river bend to the deepest bed of the ocean and finally finding the one… Attention all divers, those already in love or looking for love… Jiayou!!!
I’ve searched for you in every land
From life’s meandering river bend
To the deepest beds of the ocean
And find you, my one and only passion
(is also dedicated to another person)
Enjoy and hunters… Jiayou…
January 10, 2010
How I feel… How I feel…
I can no longer conceal
How you make me feel
Oh, tell me that this is real
In the stillness of the sea
You are the only one I see
Amidst the serene ocean melody
I’m drowned in a song called ‘we’
Take my hand… Take my hand…
Don’t slip away like the sea sand
Hold on tightly as I take your hand
For you are more than just a friend
I’ve searched for you in every land
From life’s meandering river bend
To the deepest beds of the ocean
And find you, my one and only passion
So sing with me… Sing with me…
In this silent melody of melancholy
Let your heart sing out to me
In our melody of melancholy
This poem is dedicated to fellow pathetic poet who is also a diver and who is currently in love!!! (you know who… wink wink wink) It is about listening to the heart in the silence of the sea and finding THE MELODY OF MELANCHOLY.
It is also about journeying from every land, through life’s meandering river bend to the deepest bed of the ocean and finally finding the one… Attention all divers, those already in love or looking for love… Jiayou!!!
I’ve searched for you in every land
From life’s meandering river bend
To the deepest beds of the ocean
And find you, my one and only passion
(is also dedicated to another person)
Enjoy and hunters… Jiayou…
Thursday, December 3, 2009
THE TIGER AND THE KITTEN
Prose composed on December 3, 2009
It was the roar of the angry tiger
That silenced the meowing little kitten
Amidst the tiger's fierce feisty anger
The little kitten was once again smitten
It was the roar of the angry tiger
That silenced the meowing little kitten
Amidst the tiger's fierce feisty anger
The little kitten was once again smitten
TO LOVE... IS TO HATE...
Poem composed on December 3, 2009
And thus so... to love... is to hate
Perhaps it is just the work of fate
That comes knocking at our gate
To forever torment us with a mate
Through their endless daily debate
With misery they love to fill our plate
Like a storm that just would not abate
When we realize it is already too late
And thus so... to love... is to hate
Perhaps it is just the work of fate
That comes knocking at our gate
To forever torment us with a mate
Through their endless daily debate
With misery they love to fill our plate
Like a storm that just would not abate
When we realize it is already too late
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