What to do
When you fancy a boy
You cannot breathe
You cannot see
Beyond his perfection
and his perfect fancy.

Made from cocoa beans
And highly sweet.
So delightfully delicious.

Flashbacks at the back of my mind,
I sit there for hours on end,
grinning like an idiot, laughing to myself,
and still I haven't caught a shadow of you.
Between the times I am breathing,
I only wish to catch even a silhouette, slipping by,
darting among the crowds, even if it's
away from me, away.

Moons are round, big, white things
Shining dimly and mysteriously in a blanket of night dark-blue
As if they're a still lighthouse light, guiding those lost in the darkness.

The Earth's Moon is beautiful, tranquil and quiet,
Letting humans walk upon her drastic dry face
And circling Earth in a sweet orbit, enchanted and deep in dance.

Soft and muted,
sometimes gently bright and alluring,
bringing peaceful ones who gaze at the night spectacle a natural lamp,
so that they may scope the universe with a light at their side.

My body melts into wax
Wax filling a coffin strangely shaped like me
A candle starts to burn at the tip
and yet again, I start to melt like a wax.

They loved each other
They showed it passionately.

In front of billions of eyes,
they could've kissed,
they could've loved even more,
romance stronger than before.

Feelings were, however, locked in ice
And the two are helpless to just watch
as what could've bloomed, what could've soared
stayed still and couldn't move at all.

A rhythm, a beat
the rustle of the leaves
a hush, the bus
better run fast to catch up
the trees, the songs
you hear as they play on your ipod
forgot 'bout the world
reality kills
and only you can find solace
in the tub-tub-tub
of your footsteps as you walk home
and feel comfortable
a book in your hands,
never really feeling alone.

I'm alone because you're not here.

**** I'm lonely

and I miss you.

A lot.


PLEASE COME BAAAAAAAAAACK
(and you can hear my desperate)

You snicker and laugh
Among the despised crowd
Faces contorted with silvery laughs
I want to slit all their throats.

I would never, ever hate you but the time comes to a rest
When I must make decisions
And yours is all too easy.
You ride along, on a fast river on boat
You never contribute to anything.
You're useless and pathetic with no talents at all
And yet you think you could still be here?

Everyone, do not be fooled
By her disguise of graceful and good.
She's just a wooden board,
useless and a bulk,
do not let her gentle demeanor deceive.

My flashbacks always go back to your face, to your face I see.
When is the time when I must ****** thee?

Soon. You shall wait and savour your time left.

Is it so hard,
To just let go of you?

I always fix the broken windows of our house
3 years old and still working well
Aged with memories and beautiful pieces
The walls a deep, rich colour, which represents the strong bond
That we used to have.

I'm so tired, so tired to be the working man
To keep oiling the hinges of the door,
to keep throwing out the trash
And admitting that I soiled the floor when I did not.
Because I didn't want you to take the blame.

The wind wails loudly at night and a storm brewed, far away
I didn't want you to be scared, so I huddled up near you
And kept you warm.
I'm glad you did the same and wrapped a thicker blanket around me
And we slept, snug and happy.

I was thinking, what would I do?
If I didn't have a good friend like you.
But someone else came and took my place,
or rather, took away
Or actually, mess up the fabric of our blanket I took so long mending over and over again.

I remember that night when it rained real bad and the rain poured in,
wetting your side of the bed. I gently lifted you to my side and slept on the cold wet side, because I wanted you to have a warm, toasty sleep.
I totally thought you and I could sleep well together and that even though,
sometimes, you liked the neighbour's cookies next door, you would still be there.
You would still hug me tight and wrap me around in those thick blankets.
And we'd fall asleep together, like always.

Finally, I can't take it anymore. I'm tired, really tired.
I've been fixing the leaks and rusty door hinges all around the house for too long.
Maybe it's time to take a break.
Maybe it's time to finally leave and I don't even want to care anymore.
Maybe it's time you sleep alone and for me to say goodbye, to this house and to you
forever.

I'm laying on my bed
A Nokia in my hands
it's dark and all is quiet
but sleep hasn't come to me yet.

I'm sleepy but my eyelids won't close
I want to fall asleep in the cold
warmth of blanket and soft pillow
still, I stare into this bright screen
hoping sleep will come to me, somehow.

he loves that amazing person
                                      in his life
but all that he would ever wish:
may I express my longing,
my desire
to love more than I can ever give?

can he secretly share a kiss?
a sizzling but sweet spark
that none can intrude in;
beauty in the dark.

he only wishes to
able to walk around town,
arms around his lover,
        or just holding hands, giving coded glances
because to each other, they are bound.

But Alas! society
considers their actions to be depravity
minds of millions so ignorant and selfish!
I am very disappointed by humanity.

the sanctity of the [insert religious book]
all the rules they must follow
or so they claim
why are their heads so hollow?

Love is love, no matter felt by whom,
why does gender have to matter
I dare ask?
You better get your senses back together.

if you don't,
he cannot freely love his dearest him,
she cannot kiss her lover's lips under the stars,
and only desperately wish for a whim.

because of restrictions thrown about
set by whom?
who dares decides what they can
                        and cannot do?

i pull my dainty finger
out of the endless sea
and upon it I see my reflection
tears of longing, my face is streaked.

the water which you rowed over,
the water which brought you far away,
the water which will decide your fate
at the water, for you, I await.

The first time I learnt poetry,
I thought it should rhyme.
And that when it did,
It was supposed to between alternate lines.

You can have as many verses as you want,
But there must be four lines in each one.
And I got hooked to poetry,
because it was so much fun.

However, I wasn't exposed to more
Brilliant poems I should've read before
I should've known that poems don't
Always have to rhyme with bone.

This four lines a verse thing, it's not true
You don't always have to follow this rule
That's why I try to break out and be free
To try new things like rhyming with three!

And poems I read are always on the left,
Not on the centre, not even the right!
You can put it anywhere that you'd like!
Even if your words don't actually rhyme!

So I try and try
To not use this method
Of rhyming words
And four line verses!

Write poems in a new way!
Like in the center and right!
And lastly, don't you think it's ironic
The way my poem's aligned?

Light-headed, dreamy, fantasies...

Ready to explode in your mind, a million places we could go but never set foot on;

Ten thousand things I could do but could never have done; I wished they'd come true.

Makes me feel like with just some simple tunes and a relaxed mind,

Blanketed and snug from the cold of reality that sits surrounding me, never ceasing to go away,

but for a moment as I keep on listening,

I am happy and I learn to love things rather than hate and be bitter.

When I have died,
Will the people I cared about come watch me
Eyes closed, unbreathing
In my coffin
Will people come and watch me
In admiration of what I had achieved, the course of my life
Or will they cast their gaze down onto my pale face
And say scornfully of what a terrible person  I was,
And that they were glad I am no longer there?
Will people look at me pitifully
Pondering of a strange reason
As to why this beautiful human
Had to depart forever?
But after the funeral, what?
So what?
Will what they say matter?
Will their grievances be like sounds lost to the winds
Carrying them far away to other lands?
Will I be remembered by them,
So that when they’re having
A casual conversation
Over tea or coffee,
Or just happened to be passing by,
Maybe they’ll see the light grey dressing of the clouds
Who wore the same outfit to my funeral
And will get reminded of me?

But, no matter what, my death
Won’t be that significant.
Many people die everyday. So what if I die?
It is just a natural course of life,
Inescapable, inevitable
Why is it such a big matter?
In fact, let my passing be as natural
As brushing teeth in the morning.
Better get it done and over with,
So that everyone can move on and start with the day
So fresh a mouth that a breeze can blow into it
And carry the scent to faraway lands.

Will life still move on?

I'm gonna hide behind the ******* stakes
and watch the fires ignite.
The slow and guaranteed burn of the wood
To turn it into blackened charcoal.

Be patient, the fires won't disappoint me.
They are truly loyal. Only they are the ones
I can count on
To get things done.

Why is it taking
So ****** long
To find you?

It has been an honour
to write poetry with you,
creating magic
with just our own brilliant minds
                                        and hands.
This is me saying farewell
when you return,
                 let our quills become wands
and minds become
                   extraordinary thinking machines
                                            
                                       creating worlds out of thin air.

You left a book at my window,
a book quite fresh smelling, minty,
Smooth pearly white pages,
And a lovely story to read.
I doubted what the book would hold
but nevertheless, I opened it
and immediately, I was spun
Into a tale of smiles, joy, laughter
of a boy whose eyes twinkled and charmed
And he was smooth in his talking, jocular in manner,
and never failed to make me admire.

It is hard to look into your face
When thoughts of...
I am a good person. Right now,
I cannot hate.
But looking into those eyes,
I just get reminded of
Fires that burned bright
With friendship, now has become
A flame of loathing,
Which I do not harbour,
but which you do keep in your heart,
against me.
I am starting to wish I had stabbed you
but with a weak heart of mine,
I probably would have saved you
From a shot gun, and kissed your wound.
I do not know how to fully hate,
this is my nature, I am peaceful,
but I do not want to start this
Destructive cycle of pain.
Let me live longer, enough to care for all and love,
Enough to keep being strong,
so that if you ever make me hate you,
I still wouldn't and I would still
Have loving kindness
For all despite my deepest wound.

Questions go unanswered, I am still thinking of many reasons.
Of why you're giving me a cold shoulder when you poured sunshine on my face
Just a few months ago?

Most importantly, why did you change?  

):

Hey my little
sweetheart, delightful kinda thang
With eyes like mine, I'm glad we share
those twinkles in 'em
I just wanna say that I kinda
Miss having you around and so
I wish upon the stars I see all
the time so I may see you
once more and we'll talk
and have fun and
have the best day ever!

Missiles
launched
At me
I crouch but

I still get hit.

What I really need right now.

I don't want to stay awake,

doing my homework late into the 1ams, 2ams,

and miss my precious sleep.

Eyelids are getting droopy, my vision is blurry

and maybe I just need a short nap before I fall asle-

I sketch a picture in my head,
A grinning broad smile that shines
As bright as the Moon
When all the sky is dark,
and the charm of the billion stars
That scatter throughout the world.

I hurt every time.
A little part of me is so fragile,
just like glass.
Whenever that glass breaks inside of me,
it pierces the tissues in me
and some are so long and sharp
they stick out of my skin
and I walk around like
A sad little person
but everyone sees me
and yet nobody cares.

Where shall I spend this beautiful, sun-lit day?
Not outdoors, what if it rains?
Just lazing around in this dim,
Which so happens to be my room.

I blow you out of my way,
From those crevices in my messy mind,
but you are still easily found,
Like a light in the midst of the dark.
Despite the cluttered mess, you are still
Clearly there. An easy open path to take
Just to find you again in this space.
So if I see a picture of you again,
please don't mind if I like you more than just a friend?

if you keep walking
without a destination
in mind,

you have no where to go.

You are divine, so absolutely perfect,
On those rosy lips I'd like to place my kiss,
those warm arms of embrace I'd like to be held in,
and whose eyes that twinkle like the charm of the night I want to look upon.
You are my greatest wish.

They blundered such words
And pushed me to the edge.

I was going to fall,
into something deep and disastrous.

till I was saved by a little faith.
Thank you.

It has kept me alive and
Living with a sense.

A purpose to fulfill
To never let you down again.

I don't
Conform to rules
And
Expectations.

Don't make me.

Still lingering around my mind [8]
The scent of my memories [7]
Wisps float around. [4]

Still want to catch a hold of you [8]
Flower, and breathe the fragrance [7]
You're redolent of __

Still the thought of you makes me mad, [8]
Heart burns like fire, cheeks hot red. [7]
A hopeless strive to grasp. [6]

Enlighten me with everything that you know
I do not mind the manual labour
Or the costs of hardship
As long as I am still able to breathe
I will search long and hard,
and gain all the knowledge there is
To fill my mind with
before I part this world.
Who knows, tomorrow may be a new adventure
And time wasted is a precious truth
Left uncovered.
So I will bear all the weight on my shoulders
Just to be able to know one more thing
There is to know
About the Universe.

No the bed bugs don't bite,
but the things I see in my dreams might.

Dull and bland
But it leads me
Thinking,
Something New.

Crazy, Mad, Lunatic, Daft,
I just like me like that.

Hopefully not. I wonder how if you know. You probably do.

Do you... enjoy the little 'secret'?

It's quite early when I woke up.
2.30am or around there, I must say.
It's about 4.45 right now,
the Earth spun too fast.

I am still thinking of you.

And I see you, smiling,
Having fun
While I sit here and wait
For a day to come
But you, you will never think
Of me while I endlessly
miss you, as much as my eyes can
blink
And the tears start of fall
Because you are as important to me
As much as it feels wrong
To like someone who doesn't even
Care at all.

I'd die for you
If only I wasn't so selfish.

About some even years ago,
someone was born,
and on the eighth of May,
they have been sworn,
into the sweetest thing they ever could be,
because it's finally their sweet sixteenth.

I kind of like you,
do you like me too?

I remember the sweet smile
Tingling on your fine lips.
I also remember when I looked at your eyes
And they twinkled
With a gleam and glittered and they shined.
Your sweet voice, so cool and low,
Rings in my ears long after they’ve echoed
Into the empty air.
My memory of you is kept surely and fondly,
I think of you every now and then.