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23 September 2007 ! at 9:16 PM ! To hear your replys all so curt. Silence on a long bus ride, It's you but a different side. Perhaps you think I never care, And your temper to me will flare. But that's where you've gone so very wrong, Because I've been there since you were born. A shoulder to you I'll lend, Your sorrows away I hope to send. To you I'll offer protection, And of course, my love uncondition. A hug is not too much to ask for, To you I can give so much more. I'll do everything to see you smile, Nothing's considered an extra mile. But only if you allow me to, Otherwise I'll feel like a fool. Maths is not my biggest fear, Because my nightmares are your tears. And when you cry my heart just shatters, Like a rose that has just withered. So please, please do not weep, Bring back the you that is so sweet. Written in view of recent events. ): Si jiang ling wants to see my past poems and i'm lazy to save and pass via thumb drive. So here they are, just because of one stupid cow's desire. Ah I was depressed after this certain incident earlier this year. Thank God I've gotten over it now. The cool breeze blows, chases the heat away. If only it'll chase the wounds away. The rain drizzles, washes the dark imprint away. If only it'll wash the hurt away. Words said cannot be taken back. Actions done cannot be undone. The moonlight shines, like a spotlight over the dancing couple. But behind the masks, love's gone missing. A family potrait, picture perfect it seems. But beneath those smiles, lay tears and fights and loud voices. They scare the kid within each one, yet nobody's bothering to stop. The wrong person's talking, the wrong person's not. The computer's hanging, the words would have to stop. This poem becomes quite stupid at the last two sentences, but I guess they bring a sort of closure? :// Conversation poem for guides. All around me I see, dying plants and trees. Dead birds from the sky, no longer can they fly. Insects and animals going extinct, their carcasses are stinking. The heavens above are weeping as the falling rain, can you feel and hear their cries and pain? Look around you and think again, you are losing everything with nothing to gain. Is this a world that you would like? A world so dead and without life. Another guides poem, sherylt helped me to edit it until it's so good! :D All alone she sits at her desk, With only her canvas, brushes and no less. Oblivious to the time swiftly passing, She knows only of her passion for drawing. An introverted girl she is, She never allowed others her works to see. For fear of embarrassment, She was not in the least bit confident. She went on drawing during lectures, Only to have Miss Shervoski confiscate her sketches. Deep inside her little heart tore, But to no one could her troubles be poured. The school bell rang and children filed out, She walked up to Miss Shervoski; her heart filled with doubt. Mustering up what little courage she had, She mumbled an apology and asked for her works back. As Miss Shervoski said this, a smile lit up the timid girl's face, "Hey you little talent, you have what it takes to be a drawing ace." "Go on, join an international art competition." "Unleash your creativity, live out your dreams" – that was the theme of her upcoming mission. A simple work of art she sent in, Yet it told of her passion for drawing. Her masterpiece was of what she did every day, A girl in an empty cold room – drawing in her own unique way. She came in third as the youngest winner of age, And her prize was a place in a well-acclaimed art college. Her dream of drawing endlessly was finally fulfilled, For no longer would her life be at a tilt. Drawing for a living or for leisure, To her it was just simply: pure pleasure. Heh and this one, I help ziying with it! Or did I write it for her? Bleah I can't remember, it was last year's I think! In his room sitting on a chair, Writing a song as he breathes the air. Never he cared about the time rapidly passing, Only knew about his passion of composing. Though without much confidence he hoped to accomplish, But was enraged with himself at the frustration it came with. Every song he had finished, mistakes was all he saw, And his scripts were left to yellow, with every single flaw. There may be miracles when you believe, Though hope is delicate. Because he had never let it go inside, Still he perseveres. Trying every sleepless night, Just to keep his dream alive. His passion like a fire’s light, He was unwilling to just let it die. He made up his mind and told himself, Life’s too short to be fearful, Never afraid to face the world against all odds. You don’t have to take the blame. Just another day, He finally looked over the bad parts and published it. But when he finally realized, this world ceased imperfection. He let his creativity soar and his work to be displayed. Unleash your creativity, live out your dreams – he named it. My God God made me unique in a special way, And He blessed me every single day. He gave me a heart so that I can love, And a pair of hands for me to serve. Everyday He sees me through, As I eat, sleep and go to school. He helps me to overcome, All my problems and keep me from harm. And every night before I go to bed, With him I need to communicate. And in Him I can confide, All my deeds, evil or kind. I close my eyes and fell on my knees, And said a prayer I knew I need. My prayer to Him I knew was sent, And in His mind formed a great plan. He can work miracles and do great things, And help me to resist each and every sin. The emptiness in me He fills, And all my wounds He will heal. He saved me from eternal hell, And picked me up when I fell. He's my comforter when I am sad, And my best friend when I feel glad. His presence in my life is what I long for, His miracles I witnessed and saw. To Him I feel the need to worship, For He's my shepherd and I'm His sheep. His love for me I cannot measure, I only know that He is my treasure. He deserves my love and praises all my life, For only He is my God, my Lord, my pure delight. Aiyah no more already lah, jiang ling. Or at least I think the others I never pen it down. Tata! <3, CASS. |