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.

Can't stop drinking something
So surprisingly, thickly sweet.
Heaven's too good to be true.
But you are heaven to me!
You're real and like heaven,
Can't stop with my feels
Rolling out my fingers onto the floor,
making a mess with its way out the door,
hopefully to your doorstep so say 'Hi',
and let 'em enter your heart, maybe?

I wish you had never came
so I wouldn't have to see that face
and the smirking smile
the glaring eyes
and the poisonous lips
venomous, killing
no mercy.

I write stories with my tongue
They come twirling out like noodles,
deliciously served on a plate.

I hope you enjoy this meal. Don't forget
       to drink down a bottle of
fi z zy   o   range

afterwards.

if you keep walking
without a destination
in mind,

you have no where to go.

1
I don't miss you
if you don't miss me.

#2
What better to think about
other than you, is naught.

#3
I cry to my pillow everyday
but no memories fade.

#4
I still smell you
in paper, nostalgic memories and dreams.

#5
I stop looking at clouds
because I'll find you not.

#6
2 evens and one odd make
A three digit number

#7
I don't like you that way.
Just like talking only.

#8
A full cycle separates us,
but I don't really care.

#9
I am a lunatic
this is me, missing people everyday.

#10
I'm living the start of forever
as if you're dead.

I step outside
It's a quiet, lovely night.
The air is cool and minty fresh
Blowing kisses on my cheeks.
I walk gently on the soft grass.

Night casts a veil of mystery
All over the slumberous land of serene,
My breath as I breathe
Sleeps in the night air.
Cheeky little twinkling stars wink at me.

There is a light, so good and right,
My friend, the Moon, shines in dear bright light,
I like her better than the one that visits once the rooster crows.
Her light is luminous and
her sweet face glows.

So placid is this night,
What a dream I shut my eyes and still see the light
From thousands of stars beyond and away,
Infinitely there for me to adore
And after dreams of shooting stars to chase.

I slept and dreamt one night,
What if I travelled back in time?
All the mysteries, all those historical moments
Can all be solved and relived.
How special wouldn’t that be?
What if I travelled back in time,
And met Shakespeare, Leonardo,
Galileo Galilei and the Emperor of China?
They’d teach me a lot of things.
What if I travelled back in time
And get to play with dinosaurs,
Climb the brachiosaurus, play tag with the T-Rex
And take a ‘magic carpet ride’ with Pterosaurs?
I could also follow Christopher Columbus on his trips
And come home with some souvenirs for my friends.
I could live in every dynasty of every country,
And see the world so many years ago
The sands of time slowly carried away by the wind
Once they’ve left, it’s just a memory, etched into our minds.
What if I travelled back in time,
And change all my test answers? I’ll be the smartest boy on Earth!
It’s all too simple, because I know what’s to happen.
But all these things will happen only in my wildest dreams. They couldn’t possibly come true right?
And I just fall back asleep and wonder,
What if I could REALLY travel back in time?

I amble onto bed, so tired, so sleepy
And fall into a deep slumber.
I hear a sound, something’s moving in my room.
My back just springs upright and time seems to stop still
As my ears strain to hear the slightest,
Littlest, clue
To find who’s that,
In that blue hat,
Moving around my room?
He moves closer and closer and I **** in my breath
And shut tight my eyes, not wanting to see the rest
I feel a tug on my blankets and they’re finally pulled away,
So I am about to scream before I realise,
I hear a soft, ringing bell…
“So I hear you’ve been dreaming about travelling back in time lately. Would you like to try?”
I’m a little bit afraid,
Anxious to go time travelling at this time of night.
What if all this is just a dream?
But the blue hat man reaches out to me and touches my cold hand.
It’s real, I think.
He winks at me and tells me to get ready because we’re going
Going, going, going, going, going, going, going,
To time travel!
I shut my eyes, a little more tight
And take a deep breath
And I feel we’ve landed somewhere,
I open my eyes slowly, anxious to see
And I discover sand dunes, all around me
But that wasn’t the main attraction
I sought for.
There were Pyramids and Egyptians being treated
Like dogs by other Egyptians, smug and arrogant
And cold-hearted, in this simmering heat.
They work to bring brick by brick
To the great structures
And that’s why they stand
To this very day.
Then the blue hat guy brings me to Ancient China,
All the guys had long hair,
Braided and shiny, beautiful and neat, with so much grace and poise
In their firm steps.
The Emperor stands tall and mighty
But he’s a little strange.
He doesn’t seem to blink at all, or talk.
The only thing he does is stand there. And breathe.
Yet I feel an air of supremacy when I gaze upon his
Yellow robes, intricately embroidered with dragons,
A sign that a mastery hand, skilled with needles and threads,
Made its mark across the yellow silk
And left two intertwined dragons in a jovial dance.
The blue hat guys holds my hands again
And squeeze them hard, to tell me
We’re jumping through time, how wondrous
This act, jumping through places
Through time and space
But we’re all the same, because all these
Things, can be found on Earth
And in our hearts and memories, which will last
Through the waves of time, even if the waves always crash on the shores.

I prepared myself,
The Final Jump,
After going jumping through the time of all civilisation, also
Back to the time of the dinosaurs.
I’m going back home, my own time,
The present, where here is now and now is here.
The blue hat guy lets go of my hand and
Gives me one last wink,
“Keep on dreaming and never forget
This magical adventure that we had!”
And he just disappears.
I’m back in my own bed and comfy and warm,
Blanket pulled up to my chin and I smile
As I close my eyes, I ponder once more,
Did I just travel through time and space
With a guy in a blue hat?
Or was that just another dream I had?

somehow,
someway
I always end up
doing the things I don't want myself to do
and regret a million things
before finally deciding
to just let it all go
and be a couch potato.
let all the assignments, homework, small little
things be due tomorrow.
it's a magical day where all the stuff
will somehow
someway
get done.
you just have to master the art of
procrastination
and everything will pile up
for tomorrow to make its magic
and finish everything.

I want to be a psychopath.

It is so thrilling, the thought.

One day I'll rule the world

And **** people and never get caught.

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.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Corpse's in the fridge,
Mum smells it too?

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Get punched in the eye,
Don't kick me back too.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I really like you.
Oh you don't? I said
Mbluhchuckschmoobs.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Zebras being all high, riding giraffes
They think they're so cool

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
When thirsty,
don't drink the water in the loo.


Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Pardon me dear, but
STOP CALLING VIOLETS BLUE

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Boy you're got to like me so much
To read this whole poem through.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I say whatever I think
And don't care about you

Roses are red,
I am so bland,
Violets are blue,
This really makes no sense.

Roses are red,
Why is everyone talking about roses?
Violets are blue,
Oh great, violets are blue again. Jesus.

Roses are blue,
Violets are red,
I want to be different,
^See what the above statement says.

Behind this little curtain, I hide.
I do not lie, but I do not tell the truth either.
I do not flash it in your face,
but I'm afraid you may know my

secret.

If this happens, everything will turn upside down
and I need to find a paper bag,
where I'll readily stuff my face in and hide under a rock
Until maybe all magically is forgotten.

I am ready to tell you the truth, however,
although my paper is transparent, a see-through glass,
piles of white lies may start to stain it and soon,
it will be so opaque you have to dig deep into there
To finally see the face that's hiding behind.

I am not desperate or a stalker,
or you know,
the one that sends you long text messages
and waits eagerly for a short reply.
Whenever I try to forget you,
you pop into my memory and tempt me into no bounds
of imagination. It's necessary I try not to follow,
but I always end up falling in the same hole.

So please understand, that if I suddenly reveal my identity,
do not be taken aback because this is what I have to do,
for you have caused me to be slightly obsessive and
longing for even a slight bit of communication between
us. The us that I dream of, the us that happened, what of it is left?

To start anew? This is rather painful. I don't want to forget, you see.
You were so lovely and sweet. How can I erase you from my memory?

People come and go, but you stay, longer than I thought you would.
This attachment is detrimental to my being. If any longer your existence influences me,
I will stop living in the present and reality and just dream on about non-existent parallels,
wasting so much time and feelings.

Okay. So this is why I'm being so secret there. You would only talk to me that way.

Because,

you wouldn't want to talk to me.

Thank you, dear, though, for that sweet little message.

Shall I keep the friendship we shared?
Shall I continue to honor it by remembering what we did?
Shall I remember the first time you spoke to me
and all the fun things we did thereafter?
For some reason, you just stood a little further from me
Bit by bit,
and now, you're too far away. When I reach out my hand
You can't grab it. If this was a sinking ship,
I can't save you.
You can't save me either.
Shall I forget what used to be you and what used to be me?
Right now, you've found a newer land, a greener grass,
but you wouldn't let me step on it,
you just bid me goodbye slowly but you're being so cold.
You wouldn't tell me directly if you're simply pushing me away;
you're like a block of ice I'd slide down a hill and let it break into many pieces.
Stop being so cold, at least, but if that's what you want to be:
icy, distant and unfamiliar,
I wondered where the old you had disappeared.

I bid goodbye to her forever.

A new day will come and I will shed my old skin and
all my memories formed with it.

Blew my mind away
When she came and fought today.

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.

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.

the best and brightest ones
make a spark course through your veins
And you become a firework
Exploding with inexplicable joy

I march up to the front door
of a red-bricked house
vast skies and soft, wispy clouds drifting above... my gaze
shifts below, to the brown door. This house looks lovely
and so does the door.
I am somewhere in Wales,
it's cold but 3 knocks and a kind woman invites me in,
warmth be the one that saves my freezing skin;
hot chocolate to warm my insides and relax my mind.
My wonderful aunt leaves me to rock by the fireplace,
after some time,
I will leave again to play with my friends.

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)

Spoons and forks
Are two different things,
but used together.

Where did you leave me stranded?
Upon a vast blue bleak, desolate and empty carcass of a place.
I didn't know whose footsteps to follow, because none was written in the sand.
In all the desert, there was only a string, and slowly, I pulled and led myself out of there.
I am not quite out of this cold in the night, and my blankets are torn and full of holes,
where mysterious eyes can peek through.
Still a confusion of questions and unlikely answers are written on a piece of paper,
Put safely in a bottle, and thrown over the sea,
floating, floating, but will they ever go to you?
No, that's how I feel. Wanting to ask you why you've left me stranded,
With no directions, not even a star in the sky,
And yet, my screams are unheard through the cloudless desert,
this place is quite cold tonight. Just like how my hand feels because it has been some time since you held it.
The warmth has left and now, I'm feeling quite unsure, whether your hand was even there at all.
I see Sagittarius but the melting *** of my chest's cavity is just burning with an unfulfilled wish
If he could only shoot me right here and then. I am losing all directions,
I am jeopardizing my life.
I beg you, please answer,
why did you boil such a warm cup of English tea for me but throw me here, in this desert?
However I am feeling now, I am sure I have not learnt my mistake:
When I see you again, I shall hug you and kiss you on your wonderful cheek, hoping you may again
be warm.

for now, I still love you. (and am confused.)

I have hair that grow like wild weeds.
Fresh and untrimmed,
Right from the scalp of my soft head.

My eyebrows are thick, but not enough
To be as dark as
the pools of black my eyes are.

Huge lips,
give sweet kisses,
and blows them to you if you're my fancy.

Tall enough to hug you and smooch your little cheek.
Short enough not to see that I'm blinded by this blackening
of reality.

I always like quirky things
and be that rock that juts out of all unusual places,
looking like it doesn't belong but indeed, it does.

A special rock, a treasured rock,
one that all shall behold and hold their breath before.

I like to eat many things sweet, a kick of spicy
and some pieces of meat.

A person quite interested in the arts,
from painting to poetry to acting,
deemed herself worthy of being called
A writer.

Sometimes, this person can only see
What her feelings show.
Not the most important thing is at the top of her list,
A poor judgement girl, lost in love and full of sheer hope.

Too cheesy, eh?
Welcome to the cheesy part of my life
Which I hope to quickly pass
And shut the door behind me
So it won't catch up and haunt

Oh, sweet, sweet friend
How may I describe you?
The beauty of our friendship
Is of much more value
Than a baboon's ***.
This, I'm telling you,
Is that a baboon's ***
Isn't of much value.
You're like
Something I'd walk on the streets of New York
where many feet trample on the pavements
where spit hits ******* the ground
and dirt rubs and snug itself tight.

You're like
The sound of beautiful woman
Inviting me to a nice, fancy dinner
in her huge mansion
With her gorgeous husband
And laughs along to his lame jokes
and gives me a toast
under the lights
of the golden chandelier
as her precious goods bounce around
in that low-cut dress
so absolutely sweet you are,
how much I adore the love in your voice,
the gentle one that kisses me goodbye
If only it was real
and not as fake
as the eyes you bear
when you tell me
I'm amazing.

You're like
a sweet wrapper
I'd happily look at
feeling **** guilty inside
nevertheless.
That crunching sound it makes
As it opens to a beautiful sweet
Chocolate! I chew you up and
swallow you down.
I'd never think something
so delicious and innocent
would hurt me so bad, and give me
Black teeth. Or potentially diabetes.
Nothing so tasty would **** me
slowly inside
forget the temporary pleasure I had.

You're like
Fresh, long hair
and a pretty little face
which bears ugly lips
that shoot out ugly words
and claw people around their necks
and suffocate their freedom of speech
or their opinion
and snubs out their rainbow
like a cigarette
My dear, you’re a monster!
Have you no taste for uniqueness
and creativity, a knack
in weirdness, the love
of awkward hellos,
and a shy but determined being
in the making?
You press down the people you think you can ****.
You, with your sharp words
and condescending eyes,
scrutinize my every move
and throw snide remarks
behind my back,
Honey, don’t you realise
You’re not perfect?

So I've said, you're a sweet, sweet friend.
You are!
As sweet as the poison that kills me
before it reaches my heart.
It has already killed my ability
to lead, to be empowered,
to be free.

So, my sweet, sweet friend
feel free to lace up the shoe
and wear it if it fits.
One day, I'll step on you.

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.

Surprising how much I abhorred them,
they made me cringe inside.
But now I love those
little things, they make me burst with joy.

Your bony fingers used to make
my skin conjure up little bumps
Now, I think they are so beautiful
creating majestic works of art.

Your long black hair almost covered
your arched eyebrows.
Thought it was a terrible haircut,
Now, I'd rather you let them down.

your beady little eyes
moved in sync with the curling
of your thin lips,
whenever you made a sarcastic or cheesy
remark.
they used to creep me out,
now, I think that makes me like you better.

the shape of your clothes molded around
your small frame,
I always secretly thought
you looked good (whispers great)
in formal.

Those things I thought ugly
Became beautiful, sweet memories
that make up, add up
to = you.

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.

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?  

):

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

the old moon smiles at me
every night as I walk on the lonely beach
where hundreds of ships has washed ashore
and thousand feet have walked upon
cold wind blows from the waters crashing
on the white dull sand
bringing promise of freedom,
a sweet yet sickly feeling erupts in my stomach
I doubt whether my wishes will come true.

whenever the winds blows, I look at that way,
but never towards my house, or the town,
because all I want to see is a faraway adventure
just within reach, if I could grasp the star
that sits silently and still in the navy blue sky
beckoning me to follow and find
my own journey, as long as I run away
leaving nothing but the last traces of
my light footsteps,
wanting them to be washed away by
the coming tide.
just like how I hope all memories
of this place
of my entire existence here,
will be erased,
as I need room for new acquaintances, dangers, exploration,
feelings, discoveries, tastes, smells
sights, sounds to come and stay

when I leave to travel where
The Wind Points That Way.

Baby, free me from the
terror of waking up and finding
Not you near me again
and the denial of your existence
Is choking and suffocating me because
I simply can't say no
to a thought that drives me thinking
Of you, again and again,
what a hopeless dreamer I am,
I know you'll never keep in your
heart someone like me,
but baby, free me.

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.

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.

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?

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.

Water swoosh and water swish,
Take me away in your liquid bliss,

Let me fall and fall away,
Down to the bottom of the way,

Lead me through your twists and turns,
While I tumultuously scream, "Absurd!"

Let your adrenaline match with mine,
Overpower me with your speed divine!

I have been wondering,
where you are
and whether you miss me too.
What a pity I can't remember your sweet face,
but your laughs and smiles are still here, in my heart.

I won't forget.

Gorgeous
Sweet
Mature
Open-minded
Smart
Witty
Funny

That's you.

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?

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

my lips pressed together
pushing away words i would've spoken
so easy, so straightforward
but they never came out
for they'd never take a place
in your ears.

so I said nothing and just admired you,
because you were simply beautiful.

"With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls;"
- *Romeo  in  Romeo  &  Juliet, Act II Scene II

I remember fondly;
all the little things, the little details.
everything is like a photograph with a little note written beside it,
documenting the moment in its beauty, treasuring, savouring
what was seen, what was said, what was felt (fluttering inside)
it's never going to occur again.

In my photographic memory, it's all too familiar
the arc of your back
the glistening of your eyes
the way you stand and poise yourself,
ever in the stance I'd knew you be in
because I've observed you so many times before.

To speak in all honesty,
I was very shy.
Thoughts dashed about my mind like
people dressed in work clothes, rushing for the train;
embarrassed flights of thought that
like a bird, fluttering here and there,
not really staying at one place, and never seeming to leave.
What thoughts? oh of course,
You.

Made up scenarios and talks that never happened, but I could envision
1) Your smile
2) The way your eyes would look into mine
3) The sound of your voice and
4) The satisfaction of finally having your attention
seeking only you, because that's what I truly want, you know. Nothing else matters if your presence wasn't here, and I'd still check from the corner of my eye.

Alas, when what anticipation has been held in me flushes out as
you appear before me,
I force away all those silly thoughts...
please, am I really in love with you?
I pretend again, that we're just good friends,
and to enjoy the moments (how little they may be) left with you.

so that when I get home, I'll be miserably happy
that the last time I saw the organic, solid, truthful, existence of you,
I had been happy.

(and no doubt, heartbroken.)

I'm sorry I let you down and to have you think of me this way.

Everything that is perfect, everything that is beautiful, does not last forever.

I love it when you smile.
And then I start fangirling inside.
Just so you know,
my heart starts burning up and my cheeks become bright red,
My face is constipated and crammed with many emotions,
and your smile is transferred onto my face,
but less elegant and more of a wild one,
deep, uncontrolled, raw and free.

And then I just want to run over and hug you and ask if I can
'Sit on your face?'

:D

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.