disembark at my place, i'll show you in.
come through them dark doors, where shadows seep.
black and twisted, entwine with lust.
hard and cold, for you to touch.
tangled fingers,twisted joints.
see my face,but not my soul ...
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the kiss that demands a kiss me back.
the touch that demands a touch me back.
the hug that demands a hug me back.
the love that demands a love me back.
i will put these away, put them away,
love him wholeheartedly without anything back.
i have nothing for him but my smile.
i have nothing to give except my heart.
there is nothing i want in return for this,
not even his heart because love is to give.
i'll share my gifts and soul with him,
and hope somewhere i will shine for him.
Labels: poetry
once something.
now nothing.
what are we going to do now?
where will we go now?
what is going to happen now?
Labels: poetry
A Tribute:
A Great Man Died the Other Day
A great man died the other day.
He was no father, nor uncle, nor brother;
Yet, he is every bit my father -
everyone's father:
For he cares for us fiercely,
Seeing the best that no one else can see.
Everything he did, it was with us in mind.
Never once did it cross his heart
That he should gain from these.
No doubt the way he did things were harsh,
But deeply etched was a deep sense of love
For the students that he sheltered.
Yet, many students turned away from him,
Cursed him and wish him leave them be.
But he never gave up on us,
for he saw Great potential in each and everyone.
He pushed us and stretched us to the max, and
He taught us to love and to be proud
Of a school that we were all brought up.
Then the sickness came and took him away,
And I didn't believe a strong hard man
Like him would fall prey.
But he did,
And left us for a better place.
A great man died the other day.
He was my teacher,
And in my heart was left with a void,
Filled with regrets that he'd never hear
The thanks I'd wanted to say.
In Memory of Mr. Quah S.K.
written on 6 aug, 2004.
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Sweet angel of mine
Came softly to me at night.
In my dreams I see his smile
That lights up my grey grey sky.
Sweet angel of mine
Tells me stories and makes me laugh.
Loving words and long letters
Bridge our worlds so far apart.
Sweet angel of mine,
Finally met and finally known,
Never a person so lovely and grown
And melt my cold heart with his tone.
Sweet angel of mine,
Where are you now?
You're still here in my thoughts;
Though I know you're long gone, far apart.
Labels: poetry
he fell in love with sunshine
only to find rain
he fell in love with a simple girl
only to find another in her
endless shadows clouded with rain
seams of blurry lines and pain
tracking through her mess of dirt
one question lingered,
would he accept her for who she really is,
or would everything an illusion, be?
Labels: poetry
with her hands, she pressed down the paper.
with her fingers, she eased out the lace.
with her last strength, she put down the last piece of puzzle,
and finished her small paper heart.
with the ribbon, she hanged it up,
and watched the corners catches light.
until one day someone knocked against it,
and left behind a dent that couldn't be fixed.
the treasured piece,
now battered and bruised,
couldn't take another knock,
now she had softened in tears.
and to stop the paper from dying further,
her maker took on a drastic move,
gathered the paper heart and tore it to pieces,
scattering the fragments like dust in wind.
in her mind, she prayed,
hope against hope, that someone would come
and find the missing pieces one day.
and perhaps, put them together again.
Labels: poetry
away it slips -
like sand through fingers, it slips.
through spaces
it falls into nothingness,
leaves behind
empty pockets of spaces.
passing grains,
the hard edges of the crystals
cuts through skin
drawing lines into gentle folds,
skin like paper.
and gradually, half-moon gathers
under eyes,
while visions blurs and raven turns
to silver,
and the straight bends double under its burdens.
then it slips.
again, and again. falling away the risings,
leaving
only blanks and holes to remember.
Labels: poetry
lights blink.
splotches of colour.
they swirl and
can't hold still.
images of white and black.
they turn, a mosiac slab.
press down, hold down.
and one turns the whole inside out.
the sour cur;
the bitter after taste...
and she couldn't hold it down...
Labels: poetry
someone asked her if she would to listen,
to listen to him.
someone asked her if she would to listen,
to listen to what he has to say.
someone asked her if she would to listen,
to listen to his thoughts.
someone asked her if she would to listen,
to listen to his dreams.
someone asked her if she would to listen,
to listen to his aspirations.
someone asked her if she would to listen,
what he has to say to her.
someone asked her to share her thoughts,
and share a part with him.
someone asked her to be his love,
but in the end, left her in the ditch.
someone asked her to wait for him,
only to break this one last thing.
and now a broken doll, dead yet alive.
an empty shell waiting for one who will never come.
an empty shell, hollow through and through,
echos sounds that other couldn't hear.
and they couldn't see her.
Labels: poetry
for a long time, she wandered,
unable to break through.
for a long time, she searched,
but couldn't find you.
for a long time, she cried,
but no flames dried her tears.
for a long time, she prayed,
for hope and faith that will one day appear.
along he came, a light in the dark.
took her hand and held her tight.
the warmth brought her life again,
and overnight she blossomed.
more beautiful than before...
but all good things come to end.
soon, everything will come to pass...
and these flames will, but reduce, to dust.
Labels: poetry
down the deep sea he swam.
down the ocean deep he went.
the things, the things he saw,
wore a secretive, murky hue.
down the deep sea he went.
down the ocean deep he swarm.
held his breath and struggle through.
and found something else in the blue.
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backdrop.
full house.
wide smiles.
applause.
music;
singing;
painted faces;
and more.
gestures;
a turn;
another walk;
and bow.
then fades off
into the dark,
an empty stage
of the past.
and the companions were lost.
never to be found...
Labels: poetry
Labels: poetry
family portrait,
picture perfect -
smiling faces,
naughty grins.
a performance,
a masquerade
of shining faces
and plastic masks.
Labels: poetry
In my dreams, I was running.
In my dreams, I was being pursued.
In my dreams, I was hiding.
And I couldn’t tell from who.
The pocket of spaces, they are too dark.
My eyes, they couldn’t see beyond.
My fingers were cold and trembled
At the icy caress of nothingness.
In my dreams, the air was thick,
Thick with the smell of fear and dark.
In my dreams, the air was thick,
And it was suffocating to breathe.
But round the corner I came to find
The someone whose face I recognized.
The face of someone so familiar and true,
And I realize the face was no one but you…
You were someone I thought I knew.
You were someone I thought I understood.
But in the mirror, I couldn’t find, I couldn’t see,
The familiar reflection I call me.
Labels: poetry
it's pink, he says.
yes. pink. she replies.
and soft, with white.
but, pink.
she is beautiful.
yes. beautiful.
and she looks just like you.
with that little smile,
and that squashed cheek.
wrinkled and wet, when she first comes.
but beautiful.
that little tuff...
that splash of black.
against her skin.
her bald skin.
like the smooth egg.
so soft, so pretty.
so pink.
yes pink.
beautifully pink, she says.
Labels: poetry