Compromise to Change

Apparently
being direct
isn’t the way to go.
We should not spread hurt around
coz’ it goes round in a vicious cycle.
But should I bury
my personality
restrain myself
hide behind a mask
to be cool, calm, collected
in every word uttered?
But that ain’t real for me.

I don’t want to lose my identity
the thing that makes us all unique
in many special different ways.
I don’t mean to hurt anyone
sorry that I spoke without thinking
sorry that I hurt you
but that wasn’t my intent.
Honest.

Sorry seems to be the hardest word
but forgive and forget
is the best policy.
All things said,
this time,
once again,
I will choose to walk
the middle path.
The grey area
between direct and reserved.
Change for the better I will.
Trust me.
Change I will.

Life is a journey,
is it not?
It doesn’t matter
about the destination.
Just hold back and enjoy the journey.
And Change is part of the journey.

The Silent Battlefield

Tis a time of turmoil
where the battle cries pierced the once-silent horizon
The clang of metal against metal
echoed across the plains.
That madness,
that insane urge to kill
an unreal enemy.

In another life,
we might have been brothers
But in this ugly reality,
we are forced to become sworn enemies.
And it begun with a yell,
when the captain charged his troops
into the face of Death.

When the woven web of Lies
are laid to rest with Deceit,
side by side in a field-turned-graveyard,
The stench of Death lingers in the still air
Armour abandoned with rotting flesh
accompanied by the non-ending buzzing of flies
eager for another meal
provided by the folly of mankind
who are eager to quench
their fanatical thirst for conquest
which lead to nothing more
than a barren field
bobby-trapped with mines,
littered with the bitter bones of men
who were lead astray
by Lies and shameless Propaganda.
And then,
everything was still.

Life, Interrupted~Disillusionment

I was a broken woman,
disillusioned with the world
and the little things
it had to offer me.

Seen too much
of life itself.
Depression sets in
with an ugly rear of its greasy head.
No happy endings exist
in reality.
They only belong on the silver screen
for the non-discriminating and the naïve.

Fool that I'm
to believe in false hopes
lifted high
by another fool.
Taken leave of my senses
I must be.

Drained of common sense
pumped full of mushy
lovey-dovey
nothings.
Please set me free.
I'm a beast in captivity.
I can't bear it anymore.

I know happiness is a choice.
But it appears that choosing,
apparently is not an option worth of me.
How can I choose the right path
when my hands are hand-cuffed
to the prison bars?

This is life
when it is interrupted.
Nothing left but disillusionment.
This is Hell.
All Hail life in Hell.

爱的伟大

我的爱就像
汹涌澎渤的大海
每一卷浪奔驰向沙滩
掀起优美的浪花。

我的爱
将永不枯萎
就像幽雅的玫瑰花
站在太阳下
显得更迷人。

其实我爱的
不是某某某
而只是
生命而已！

哈哈。。。骗到你了！

PS：这是首好烂的诗啊！ 本来开头不错的， 但过后就不会接了。。。还有我的华语那么差还要学写华语的诗？！ 真的是不知量力！！ 有没有人肯帮我修改呢？

The Empty Life [Pun Unintended]

I don't want to be forced
to laugh
when I don't find it funny.
People are pressuring me to conform,
to become a mindless clone,
incapable of thought.

I'm surrounded by people everyday
but I've never ever felt so alone.
No one to confide in
my deepest fears
my darkest secrets.
No one to share an inside joke
or rollercoaster with me
through the ups and downs of the road called Life.

I don't really fit in.

Life seems like a dark void that cannot be filled.
I'm rushing down an endless dark hole.

Sometimes, I feel that
life is really empty.
A blank nothing.
Dark.
Period.

:: Grown Apart ::

Many things have changed
I'm one of them.
Things will never be the same again.

We used to be really good friends,
Inseparable.
But now we feel more like
strangers.
Those people who you brush shoulders with
at a busy street.

We used to be one of those people
who could finish each other's sentences.
But now,
I don't even know
what you're thinking
what you're feeling.
Do you feel the same?

I have been talking, talking.
Yes, you're hearing
But, you're not really listening
with your heart.
It's really a shame.
Eyes wide open,
everything's crystal clear.
But you only see
what you want to see
Hear what you want to hear.

Something or someone has torn us apart,
killed this true friendship
with a fatal scar.
I don't believe in forever,
I just believe in 'now'.

The curtains are drawn,
the show's over.
I'm in doubt whether we can
mend this wounded friendship.
I cherished it once,
when it was still special
and meaningful.
Now, I think I'll just
let it go.
Coz' I don't wanna know.

Every day of our life,
dully ripped away.
I see so many sheets of calendar
crumpled into unsightly balls of white.
I'm not surprised to find
that we've grown apart.
It's quite natural,
when the weary clock
had ticked for so long a time.
We've become different people
oceans apart in our ways of life,
bound only by this
old rusty chain of friendship.

I will just let it be.
I know, I used to cared a lot.
But now?
I don't feel nothing no more.
Broaden my horizons I will
and see beyond this murky gray sea.
Only time will tell and
only time will heal our wounds.

Everyone, juz remember to appreciate what you have before you lose it... ~~Peace~~

Feminist Speakin'

Some people have
no sense of purpose in life.
Oh, yes, poor them do have but one goal.
To marry a rich husband
and wallow in his stack of gold.
Sorry to be rude
but I always speak my mind.
To tell you the truth,
I’m rather disgusted
by their sort of ideal future.
It’s revolting.
It’s the ultimate insult
to the descendants of Eve.

You know what?
Wallowing just might be
what they’re going to do a lot of
in their pitiful future.
Unfortunately, not in stacks of green,
but more likely in self-pity.
Women, hear my prayer.
Take a stand.
Make a statement.
Do us women proud.
We don’t need such shit
from the ‘stronger sex’.

Since the passing sands of time,
we women had been labeled as
the ‘weaker sex’.
How amusing.
Such untruths so widespread.
Coz the Y-chromosomed oppressor
is the one born with defects.
But, then it’s not uncommon
for the childish chauvinist
to call others names.

We are not the ones
who determine the gender of our children.
But we are the ones
who are blamed the most
by mental mother-in-laws
who decided it was so.
We are not frumpy housewives
for you to come home
and yell at.
We are not subservient servants
willing to bathe your stinking feet
held so high.

Instead, open your heart,
please take note.
We are the breadwinners of society.
We are the mothers of mankind.
We, individuals with rights,
demand proper respect from all.

We don’t need a man
to make us whole.
Coz we are
independent, confident
and invincible.
We are women,
hear us roar,
hear us shout to the heavens
that we can survive
in this harsh world
without a man.

Now, don’t get me wrong.
I’m not saying
I don’t want to find love
with a man
who has integrity
and all those good qualities
I pray for.

Just saying that
race of Eve and Adam
are both equals.
Call us counterparts, even partners.
Give us women due respect.
Give us a standing ovation
for our selfless contributions to humanity.
Mark my words,
We will create our own destiny.

Song :: 走

This song is written by moi...I can sing it but unfortunately due to my limited musical skills, i'm still currently unable 2 convert it 2 music notes...Argghh. whatever, anyway, this are the lyrics... ~~Enjoy!~~ =P

走

我开始忘了自己是谁
你要我走下着路 实在太累
我不要这伤悲
我要飞

我要飞

你开始忘了我到底是谁
我站在人群里 失去防备
烦恼的心内
不能睡
不能睡

Chorus 1:
请让我走 一个人走
我不要你看到我泪流
我也不想听 你的理由
给我自尊
一个人走

Chorus 2:
其实我走 走的有理由
因为你没有守候
你对我的承诺 永远爱我
请让我走
一个人走

Broken Dreams

I feel like throwing up,
falling through an endless hole.
The darkness engulfed me,
I feel so faint and exhausted.

Work and toil has taken its toll,
My body is tired, dying,
My mind blank, empty,
Cruelly lifted hopes gone,
left me with nothing.

Dreams shattered into pieces,
No more please, I can’t take it anymore.
Do you know the price
the price of killing one’s dreams?
Dreams that we once hold dear to our hearts...

The dread clutched my throat,
Is this how you feel when
you’re hopeless, disillusioned, despaired,
Oh, without hope, dreams,
Life is just like a wounded dying bird,
Singing in sorrow.

Evil In School

There's a devil in my school!
She's walking around,
pretending to be cool.
She wiggles her ass,
gave me the finger.
What do you want me to do?

She's prancing around,
Thinking she's the Queen Bee.
Oh! Frustrated I
have no patience for people
who think they're all that!
And I don't mind being blunt
When it comes to
taking them down a peg or two.

Plastic People,
all hard and shiny on the surface
While there's nothing real inside.
It’s all hollow!
I knocked and echoes follow.

She's all fake
drooling with treachery and pretense.
Ha! I scorn at her!
I don't need such attitude
from a nasty nothing.

If I could snap my fingers,
and she vanish in a puff of foul smoke,
how glad the whole school would be!
I would become the heroine
who had rid the school of the ultimate evil.

Unfortunately, unlike her,
I possess no such magic.
She's turning and looking at me now.
Maybe she knows
I'm writing evil poems about her.
She directed the EVIL EYE at me.
Oh! I'm vanishing...
into a puff of smoke...
with a comforting scent...

PS: This does not refer to you if you're reading this... Anyway, i wrote it ages ago...haha...

深夜至黎明

Anyway, I thought it'd be a nice change if I switched gears to another language...This is my best shot at writing chinese poems but since my chinese ability is limited at best...It'd be kind of you sirs and misses to give me any helpful advice to modify it become better! And to those of you who can't read chinese to save their lives, well, better luck next time! lol... =)

仰望
无星的夜晚
倚在矮墙上
和友人谈心
享受周围的幽静
听着夜鸟鸣叫声
啊！那是多大的喜悦！

偶尔
路过的汽车
发出的引擎声
打破了深夜的黑纱
但可惜的是，
咱们的友谊
可能在黎明的到来
就会划上一个永远的句号。

可恶的岁夜！
他总不让美丽的时光
停下匆忙的脚步
只留下酸甜的记忆
来陪伴我们
继续未来的旅程。

Life After Bars

Watched too much violence
on the idiot box.
Desperate for a piece if action.
Infected with an incurable thirst,
dabbled in petty crime.
In the end,
paid a terrible price,
spent a lost part of my life
behind dull bars.

Finally, I’m out!
Free as a bird
soaring high in the blue blue sky
but I’m lost in a world full of doubt
Can’t find my way home anymore.

I saw a rainbow in the sky
but it has lost its seven colours.
Life has become distinct shades
of black, grey and white.
I’m drowning in a swirl of sorrows
and regrets.

It’s true I was once a convict.
I’m brave enough to admit it.
But, people, hear my sincere prayer.
I’ve seen the error of my ways,
Turn over a new leaf,
I swear I will.

But they won’t give me another chance
for a new life after bars.
I’ve already paid my dues.
Exhausted and stripped to the last bone.

Stick and stones may break my bones,
but their hurtful words will not
cripple my soul, my meandering spirit.
I want to stop trying
but I won’t give up on myself.
Coz’ God only helps
those who help themselves.
I will believe in myself
even if no one else will.

My chance to shine will come
And I’ll be the one
who created it.
Have faith in my dreams,
I know I can do it.
I’ll reach for the stars.
The sky is not the limit.
My great expectations
know no bounds,
know no limitations.

I’ll persevere and be strong
Carve a new life for myself.
Mark my words,
My dreams will be turned into reality.
Even though I’m an ex-convict.

A Personal Statement...by moi...=P

Anyway, I thought dat if I only post poems here, this blog would be a pretty impersonal one... So, dis post is dedicated to me saying hi to anyone who's reading this...! Hehe...
Well, i'm not going to go on being so long-winded (is there such a phrase or is it borrowed from Chinese?? Can't seem to differentiate some times lo...lol...), juz wanna say if u really enjoy reading these poems and if you're a fellow blogger, feel free to leave me comments on da links below every post!

I will receive them with open arms and a open heart!

~Stretch open arms~
And... pause ~for dramatic effect~

If you're not a fellow blogger and still feel like giving me some comments, just air ur opinions there in the tagboard on the right hand side of the page...! Sensible criticisms will make me grow as a poet~~ (if i'm allowed to flatter myself by calling myself one, that is...lol...)
Well, i will try to type more poems into this blog but sometimes i'm lazy/busy so no go there...

*sigh...actually, I had written them down oredi...what I need is a typist who wouldn't plagiarize my work *

As if anyone'd want to... Haha...
That's all for now! Cya!! =P


PS: From this post above, don't you think I have the potential to be the Drama Queen of Writing?? I seem to be dramatizing a lot in this post...oh... Whatever...!

Dreams In Reality

I live in a wonderful world,
but it's all of my own making.
For Reality
is too scary a place
to really live in.

The real world is torn usunder
by its own cruelty
and treachery.
I refuse to be part
of this axis of evil.
Pretentious, cruel, deceitful
are descriptions I do not need.

In an ironic twist of daily life,
I’m laughed at,
jeered at,
mocked at every dark dull day.
I just close my eyes,
scream at the empty walls,
until everything around goes black.

Various names I have been labeled with,
I could name you
a well-chosen few.
But most of them, I’m afraid
needs some censoring first.
For fear they might
pollute your tender ears
and weaken your fragile heart.

The real world was supposed
to be filled with
laughter, peace and freedom.
But, these I can find
only in my fantasies
and my nightly dreams.

Rather than living in the shadows,
I choose to make my own world
in my own mind.
Maybe I’m just in plain denial.
But what can I say?
This is my own choice,
my ultimate decision.
I don't need your permission
to be real
in a world full of fake souls.

This is my salvation,
my only offering of peace.
This is my piece of heaven.
My own dreams
in an ever-changing reality.