Poems
I just compiled some of the proses/poems that I could lay my hands on! I know that at least one is missing, and that is pretty sad. I posted it on an old blog and now I can't remember the url :( that's payback for my fickleness!
Well, I promise no exciting reading, but these are stuff that I really felt/ feel for at the point of writing (: I like the 1st & last one best! Yeah, if u notice, I don't exactly write about happy stuff, what a shame!
Oh on a sidenote, I think they sound really cheesy :%
It seemed like I tried hard to give myself some positive encouragement! which is nonetheless good. mehhh
Poem#1
Close to the ground and down to earth
Entwined by roots and confined by fences
Bed of roses this is what they say
Live in comfort and live in vain
You, do you want to live this way?
Extend your exterior dear lil' one
See how far you can stretch and try your best
Pardon me for taunting, but how far do you dare?
Your exterior is thinning, and it would not hold on
By the second, does your hair stand?
By the second, adrenaline gushes through your veins
You wonder with faint regret, is this a wrong take?
So race your heart, and your palms sweat
And then, POP your exterior goes!
Uprooted you are, and gone are your confinements
Break hold of your exterior and into the sky you go
Breakaway,
Up to the skies is how far you shall go
Poem #2
Hands together, fingers intertwined
A flow of trust you think will everlast
He is your conviction and so are you his
This precious connection is what you perceived
Hands together through all paths
Sweaty palms slide past and fingers barely touched
Across the hills the grip stealthily loosen
Lil' did we know a hill is what we can't surpass
Now lost is the connection you held dear
Temporary is the feeling you staunchly stood by
Withered is the conviction you thought will never die
Now, gone is the ever that didn't last.
Poem #3
I & Me
me:
and that is it.
stuck in the cyclical throes of mundane humanity
lament upon my motley provisions
tangy sour over unfortunate preconditions
contending with these inadequacies
giving up inspired idiosyncrasies
falling prey to gratifications
looted by false consciousness
then there goes the enacted tragedy
in a self orchestrated symphony
i:
so is that it?
antipathy doesn't warrant sympathetic generosity
without the pursuit, devoid of passion, deprived an individual
...insufferable
...intolerable
...self deprecatory
hence incur the wrath of this philosophy
raise your mantle
even though how subtle
dare as u may strive
strive as u may dare
to dare revolt against commodifying
all life's satisfying
pursue this route affectionately
excluding the constraining technicality
on the contrary of numb complacency
... dawning opportunities
... multiplicity of possibilities
... gamut of emotions on a life roller coaster
i had offered u intriguing perplexity
only then
in the twilight
of your limelight
faced with your life
u shall take pride
and in this i shall continue to conquer
until me shall concur
and this shall be my lil legacy
to boost the supremacy
of me such an infinitely insignificant being
where all matters is my journey
in which i had identified personally