"amendable" poems
My chin rests on the dent of my palm,
I am hopefully staring into space
where the blur of the white wall that is before me
becomes an empty palette for me to draw on
to paint a map of the future,
of the roads and paths and routes
untidily scribbled on the
blank canvas plotting my dreams
with sketchy untidy thoughts with blurred out edges
of a vision full of innocence and lack of experience
but making the raw marks easily amendable
leaving room for mature modifications
as my dreams ripen
I am dreaming of days that will come,
Dreaming of ways that will let me become
But our dreams are like clouds,
They are made in the air
They keep floating with time
Further from us
To distant places where they will be lost
And we will be left staring at an empty sky
Not knowing in which direction to go.
If we sit idle,
Lying in the grass, staring away
expecting the cloud to descend one day
We are mistaken
because dreams are meant to live in the skies
high up above which is why we strive
and achieve for higher ground
because if they were as prevalent as the flowers
on the verdant grass
anyone could pluck it without any stress
but like clouds our dreams travel with time
mature with wisdom and age
the further they blow away
They become faint distant memories
so don’t just sit and stare
and always be aware
gather pieces from your life, and create a platform
pieces of experience
that will stack up to create
a stairway bringing you closer
to help you attain your cloud shaped dream
and when you are near, hold it close,
nurture it and help it grow
and never let it go
Jul 16, 2012
Jul 16, 2012 at 12:17 PM UTC
Exchanging messages every now and then,
Though gadgets are prohibited in your domain.
A Cheshire Cat smile unconsciously plastered
As I could see your exertion pretty mastered.
I know that there is something,
The way you care feels like I'm your everything
Or maybe I am just assuming
But not to assume is the hardest thing.
Oh~ How I wish I could be your girl,
For I know you'll be treating me like a pearl.
My feelings everyday would be ineffable,
For your patience makes every mistake amendable.
Yet to think of you with another girl,
Would cause my vision to blur.
Part of me wants to spend time with you to make memories for us two,
While another part of me says not to expect too much from you.
People keep asking our label,
All I did was portray an expression in glee
In fact, I don't know,
Even if you are sending me a clue.
So I came up with a conclusion,
Neither single nor In a relationship is my definition.
I hope everything will unfold,
But for now my status is On Hold.
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 4:55 AM UTC
**What is fear?
Its panic, terror, scare, horror, dread and phobia and many others.
Some have fear of Heights,Some have of Ghost
Some are scared of dark and some of death
Some are scared of test and some of not being the best.
People say to face your fear and make it go away
Tackle it down stand your ground don't turn around because your afraid it will scare you to death.
Its not the fear of the these things but the fear is the fear itself, fear of being afraid.
My biggest fear is to fall in love.
But is it really scare of being in love?
Is it really terror of letting your walls down and letting someone in your heart?
No not really
Then what is it?
I finally realize its the Fear of getting hurt, trusting someone with all your heart.
Fear of giving your heart to someone cause its not amendable.
Cause you cant take it back.
So yeah my biggest fear is to fall in love with someone.
May 9, 2013
May 9, 2013 at 3:19 PM UTC
Hmm
August 15, 2012
How does one co-exist?
With peers or like-minded individuals?
These relationships can be examined and statements regarding be made.
However, co-existing with one's own entity is another story.
Even in a stable environment, emotions will unavoidably be unstable.
So, how do you pull yourself, and your goals, apart from the seemingly trivial?
Those limited instances, which many claim comprise you,
also may not define you, or perhaps not properly, or entirely...
giving off to others, the wrong interpretation of who you are; a second, potentially fake version of you
The emotional side, which only appears in limited instances, due to certain events.
So, in an all-encompassing scope, which piece of your puzzle are your emotions?
Are they interchangeable, do they cause other pieces to be created, or do they stem from an original root?
Your true identity deep down inside is amendable, due to this other you - the emotional side.
Now tell me, how do you co-exist with yourself?
Dec 25, 2013
Dec 25, 2013 at 7:15 PM UTC
My canvas, my art
My pottery to mould
My statue to sculpt
My treasure to hold
Inspiration is welcome
Appreciation offered in return
Glad to make a jewelled vase of this urn
No idea is enough
The shapes seem all wrong
The paint too dull
The song too long
My craft is no longer mine
From whence came this technique?
This form, this approach,
won't produce what I seek
Passionless correction grasps my hand
Once again I remove the sheet from the stand
Once again I place the brush in my hand
Once again I kneel before the furnace to plunge my mess-in-a-pan
Into the blaze which will return me near to the beginning
But not quite at the start
The canvas, now devoid of heart;
Of soul
All mind but
None mine
Tattered and torn; But still amendable with time…
And still, this is my canvas
And yet still, this is my art
A reflection of me; of what's in my heart
Who I am;
Who I want to be
I will design what I want to see
No. I won't put your favourite colour
Of course, I won't include your favourite quote
(With all due respect, Shakespeare is an excellent writer but he won't fit here!)
With all due respect, things must change now and it will be done without a vote.
This is now.
-A.M.E.N.
Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 9:21 PM UTC
in at least 50 words, what is a database?
i guess a repository of information
that's indexed and accessible
easily sortable, amendable and movable
supports atomicity, durability and something else that starts with an i
and has lots of data
lots of data
some more data
and then a bit more data
and even more data
loads of it
there. why do we make things so complicated?
Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 6:34 AM UTC
When I had a doubt
I had a name to shout,
Good or bad talks I just wanted to share
You might Break my trust but I didn’t care,
We supported each other when we were weak
We unlock smiles when our eyes tap got leak,
My friend whose daily talks got addictive,
For you, I became so predictive,
One day suddenly you disappear,
I cried for days and rolls out my tears
It would be better if
Memories are amendable,
It would be better if
I was less dependable,
Still My hope makes me to wait
you will call me, may be a little late.
Sep 29, 2018
Sep 29, 2018 at 8:14 AM UTC