'V' Day ain't beautiful.
Saturday, February 6, 2010/6:52 AM
Greeting kiddies! :D
Sorry for the super long hiatus,been saving up some material for all of you. :)
I want to announce that I won't be putting up poems often as I have been very busy(I just got a job for a week,see?).
But to make it up to you kiddies,I'm going to put up 2 poems of mine.(Bring out the confetti!)
ENJOY. Remember,I HEARTS YOU. :D
-try to think about the position the girl in the picture is in as you read my latest poems. (:
Fallen Yet Again
She thought she could not
find the perfect one among the lot
after losing a former lover,
after her tears had dissolved in the river.
A random night at the beach
turned out to be her night of romance,in which
her locked heart opened up invitingly
as quick as he wraps his arms around her tightly.
But all good things must come to an end so fateful,
A fate that's indescribably dreadful
Cheaters never prosper,
and that marks the end of the trust between him and her.
xxxx
Hello & Goodbye,Just Like That
She figured she would never
find a worthy lover
but poof,Cupid struck the arrows
and filled up hearts deep & hollow.
Too bad Cupid was naughty
He released another pair of arrows apathetically,
To have bound her and another gentleman at the very moment
her relationship with another was dormant.
As they got talking,
their love for each other kept growing
But alas,'tis the reality she could not face
that love's just like a race.
They both kept on wishing
"If only I was there earlier,not her suffocating,
then we'd be together,showing everyone
that we're perfect for each other,wouldn't that be fun?"
He strives to walk the other way
Step by step,day by day
"She loves another,he loves her..TOO MUCH INFO!"
But then again,she tugs on his sleeve and says,"Just don't go."
"Why? Why so? I think I should leave;I really do."
"No..because..never mind,just go love God-knows-who."
He snatches his heart from her and parts with the feeling of dominance
Tearfully,she bids him farewell,in silence.
XOXO,the P.O.E.T
AAAHHH..Puppy love.
Monday, December 14, 2009/4:56 AM
High school life is all about make-ups,break-ups and screw-ups.During that time,it's all about discovering ourselves and relinquish our fears.
And sometimes,we need someone else to help us do so.
This is for all the lovers out there. (:
I'll Still Love You
To think that we were strangers once Now you trap me in a trance
I felt nothing,none before
But it seems now,you made my soul soar
The way you run your delicate fingers through my hair
The way I just freeze and into your eyes,I stare
These images in my head
Never fade
I never thought that I would suffer like this
Every single day,believing that we would once again kiss
All alone I stand,think,watch the sunset
Here I conclude: Falling in love with you is the one thing I would never regret.
XOXO,the P.O.E.T
AGAINST ANIMAL CRUELTY!
Tuesday, December 1, 2009/2:48 AM
If no one lends a helping hand,we will all suffer a loss.Even animals such as the docile dove encounters difficulties along its arduous journey and requires a kind soul to guide it back to its path.
This poem will teach us that sometimes hope isn't enough to set us free.
Sad,little bird
A white dove,the symbol of peace and unity
Enclosed,trapped,cloistered from the open sky
Its chirps for help were ignored simply
It longs to soar,it longs to fly.
Caught for reasons so selfish,so despicable
It makes everyone else cry
for the bird's future is now unattainable
It longs to soar,it longs to fly.
Lonely,hungry,tortured
for so long,its bowl has been left dry
The children next door come with sticks and leave the creature's wing fractured
It longs to soar,it longs to fly.
"No more hope,I might as well rot and die," the bird sighed.
It'll never soar,it'll never fly.
XOXO,the P.O.E.T
Don't we all feel useless?
Sunday, November 29, 2009/3:30 AM
There's surely times in your life where you feel pretty upset about your flaws and you finally decide that suicide's the only option.Well,GET THAT OUT OF YOUR HEAD!
All you need is LOVE.
You can get it anywhere : Friends,family,teachers,colleagues,the cleaner of your HDB apartment..
Here's a poem I wrote a long time ago to express my invalid-ness.
Mistakes
I am a mistake
I'm still a mistake with every sound I make
Every breath I take
Every smile I try to fake
Everything just seems wrong,doesn't it?
Nothing I do is ever right,nothing ever fits
Just leave me,leave me very aggrieved
My happiness,no,it could no more be retrieved
God hates me,it seems,I guess
Or maybe I should be loved less
I don't know anymore,I'd rather jump down this lake
But still,nothing could change the fact that I'm a mistake.
XOXO,the P.O.E.T
Child Prodigy-SOLVED?
Saturday, November 28, 2009/9:10 AM
4-year-old Marla Olmstead(now five) seemed like an average youngster painting alongside her father.But imagine these dabs of paint being sold off at ten thousands of US dollars.
Fortunately,controversies have yet to tear this young girl's family apart.
So this poem is dedicated to her. :D
Thoughts of The Inner Marla
"It's her,the child prodigy!" one seemed to exclaim,
I've gotten used to it,since my climb to fame
The grown-ups are always blaming Daddy
but he never backs down,just like Noddy in TV.
"Just paint,honey.Pretend we're not here,"Daddy says to me,
I gave him a nod and picked up my paintbrush slowly
The giant monster cameras start 'rolling',I'm not sure where to,
Oh well,I'll just paint whatever,impromptu.
Red here,blue there,oh! I love green
and all the other colours I've seen.
I add rainbows all over the canvas with a splish and a splash,
I'm done now,so I leave the kitchen,in a flash.
After watching TV one day,Mummy looks sad;Daddy seems mad,
And somehow,I feel bad.
Is it me,Mummy? Was it my paintings on TV,Daddy?
I guess I'll never know;Daddy won't tell me.
These events might conjure riots
but Mummy and Daddy do not keep quiet.
They want the others to believe,to conceive
that they are proud of me,why they continue to live.
XOXO,the P.O.E.T
CELEBRATE IMPERFECTION!!
Friday, November 27, 2009/7:26 AM
Like this autumn leaf,imperfect people tend to fall from great heights and change according to what they believe as 'perfect'.
This poem's dedicated to those imperfect people like me!
Perfect biatches can just go be perfect someplace else but here.
Perfection
doesn't come from false gibberish.
In fact,it is a clandestine contradiction,
a beautiful lie,a greater sin,an inconspicuous deal;
probably woven by the Devil himself.
XOXO,the P.O.E.T
High school life is all about make-ups,break-ups and screw-ups.
If no one lends a helping hand,we will all suffer a loss.
There's surely times in your life where you feel pretty upset about your flaws and you finally decide that suicide's the only option.
4-year-old Marla Olmstead(now five) seemed like an average youngster painting alongside her father.
Like this autumn leaf,imperfect people tend to fall from great heights and change according to what they believe as 'perfect'.