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 Jun 2013 wanderer
Emma S
Beauty
 Jun 2013 wanderer
Emma S
The truth is
There is no such thing as shortcuts
When it comes to beauty

The secret is in the word itself
Be You
That the only way to find beauty

It doesn't matter how much makeup
You put on your face
It doesn't matter how good you are at
Faking smiles
It doesn't matter how you dress
It doesn't matter how you laugh
It doesn't matter how you talk

None of this matters if you aren't
You
The true beauty shows when you
Stop caring
When you stop caring about what other
Poeple thinks about
You
And you start to care about what
You
Feel about yourself
When you feel good about yourself
You
Will be the most beautiful person
Alive
 Jun 2013 wanderer
Ting-Jun
will you think of me?
when the last leaf has fallen, or the last train has left?
stay through this harsh winter,
wait for me.

this world’s gone crazy,
i can’t find you in the crowd.
held by chains of guilt,
wait for me.

repeating numbly the rituals of life,
do we ever leave this place?
always a few steps behind your silhouette,
wait for me.

when the mind is a broken mirror,
reflecting one's lost memories.
how long can one last?
*don’t give up on me.
 Jun 2013 wanderer
Ting-Jun
Yesterday I swore it'd be the last time
I'd shed tears over this broken love.

Today I heard your name in a conversation
where petty girls gushed over your voice
(the only voice to have ever comforted me)
and I'd never felt so disheartened before.

(what once was, now feels like forgotten lore)

Tomorrow, I banish you from my mind -
no longer free to hide in the dark crevices of my heart
or tear my soul apart.
 May 2013 wanderer
st64
my breath* .....

1.
the powerful, yet gentle wind beneath this dismal, broken flight
the crazy, brilliant ship on stormy seas;
can’t fly over to you ... on wounded wings
can’t sail the wide oceans .... without its captain.


2.
should grow up, by now....
but just can’t, ok.
why so afraid of what longs to be, what's meant?
let me tell you, this is real!


3.
how failure sits smug, an endless smirk
hopelessly try to put it all together again.



you are ....my very breath.... and yet,
you are ....still unable to see ....


S T, 30 May 2013
how did the sun go missing.....
oh, how the feeling of failure can dog the soul.
yeah, woof woof.
no entertaining of profound elegies here, ok.


sub-entry:

‘the places you took me’

1.
so many magical things we said and (almost) left unsaid
oh, how we tried to see if our jigsaw pieces could cascade and fit tight
myriad collections of happy squares and delightful triangles
and so oft, we tripped over each others’ thoughts.

2.
yet, what I love best ...will always be...
the places you took me ... oh!
into deep and silent caves - where we beamed our life-light
over the wheat-coloured fields - where we roamed so freeeee ...

3.
yes, I keep nurturing in steadfast hope
that arboured grove we planted together
and like canopied, navy night-sky, it flourishes beyond reckoning ....
despite your hectic absence.

4.
and then, you left me so
badly  a-hitching for breath....again
yet, the feel of you is so strong: intense
when the heavens pour rain ....like now.

5.
what a non-linear journey, you've lit the unseen way!
but without you, rain is just water falling
need to remember to keep breathing
oh, breathe me ......
 May 2013 wanderer
Ting-Jun
I would like to remind everyone
that love is not a fairytale,
or a plot twist in a book or TV show.
It is as real as their warm body,
as it moulds together with yours.

There are no fireworks
or electric sparks when you kiss,
but your heart will pound and you'll briefly wonder
if they can hear your nervousness
as loudly as you can.

You'll love them
and they'll love you in return
for as long as it takes before it fades out
(if ever)
because sometimes it takes the dying of one love
to give way to something bigger and greater.

Never forget those you've loved before,
for that's the greatest insult of all,
worse than every curse and every heated fight.
To forget says that you never cared,
even when you were together.
 May 2013 wanderer
Ting-Jun
Emotions
 May 2013 wanderer
Ting-Jun
The anger built inside me
That no one ever sees
It’s the speck of sand beside the sea
A single leaf among the trees

The loneliness taking me
That no one understands
Surrounded by all this fakeness
No true love; just one night stands

The pain slowly killing me
That no one ever feels
New wounds bleed and old scars ache
Marks that’ll never heal

The sorrow consuming me
That no one can ever sense
Tear stains upon a sheet
Two hands (destined) to never meet
Written 2010
 May 2013 wanderer
Ting-Jun
We drank,
the alcohol burning our throats and our veins.
We smoked,
the nicotine fogging our minds and our hurt.
We acted as though we ruled the world,
we were young and reckless,
we thought time had nothing on our youth,
we thought ourselves immortal and invincible.
But at some stage or another,
we realised just how insignificant we were,
and how ignorant our actions had been.
We sobbed,
the sound hurting our ears and our hearts.
We cut,
the blood staining our skin and our lives.
 May 2013 wanderer
Ting-Jun
Plain
 May 2013 wanderer
Ting-Jun
I'll never write those heart wrenching poems or lyrics.
I'll awkwardly stumble over my emotions in hope that you'll fall in love with me.

People won't look up to me, girls won't envy me.
But I promise I'll love you with all my heart.

I'll never be noticed in the shadows
(perhaps it's for the best).
Never be more than a follower.
I'll be content with you by my side instead.

I'm that spare part that was never needed
because the machine was already perfect as it was.
But if you're missing something, that part might just be me.
Can't particularly decide if I really like this or really don't. Feedback please?
 May 2013 wanderer
Ting-Jun
(glow in the dark stars)
A pack costs two dollars
But the joy it brings is worth manyfold.
They laugh,
Calling me immature, childish.
But have you ever been afraid of the darkness the way I am?
When the dark arrives, so does isolation,
and emptiness and hate and pain and self-loathing.
That's all I know of darkness,
so leave my packet of stars be,
they watch over me when no one else will.

(dreamcatchers)*
A bit of string, a few feathers,
and perhaps a bead or two.
Call it superstition, but I believe.
Because nightmares aren't just bad dreams to me,
they are possible glimpses into the future, where desolation dominates,
where the monsters in my head are as real as you and me,
and they tower over and hunt me.
Be sure not to break the string,
for they say all the bad dreams
will be released into the real world.
 May 2013 wanderer
Skylar Del Re
It's all about those good vibes
Bouncing through my walls
Waking me up inside
It's all about the love you give
Keep on going
It's the only way to live
Put a smile on your face
There's a whole world out there
There's no time to waste
On fussin and fighting
And words full of hate
We got each other
There's no time to lose
Sing your heart out
Scream the blues
Because the sky is shining
Shining for us
So get on your groove
Put on your moves
Lets get down
Jump around
Feel the love
Floating freely
You all make it look so easy
Feels so good to feel good
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