Rain

Pitter patter, a downpour's fury.
Cocooned under warm covers.
Enveloped in darkness
The shards of light
Cast upon the ceiling
from the blinds
Everything is listening silently
except for the sound of the rain.

i Remember

Poor little bloggy. I've been abandoning it for so long. Due to being busy, lack of inspiration, yada yada... Enough of the excuses.

Here's another poem that I wrote inspired by the poem The Distant Moon that we had to use for my group's presentation during the literature selective.

In this poem, through the eyes of the doctor, we see the sadness and helplessness that he feels for a dying AIDS patient.

Here goes:

His face, i remembered.

Gaunt, paler by the day.

my face, he doesn't see.

Where his vision fails,

He is teetering on the

jagged edge of death's hole.

Yet he is smiling with

the warmth of a newborn baby.

Does he feel alone, fearful

in death's cold cradle?

Or does he see the end

as an end to his suffering?

my pain is that

i'd given him pain.

The emotional fortress's defenses

shatter momentarily, but never enough

to let others in.

As Death gave him one last call,

i pulled up the white sheets,

half thankful that

now, i'm allowed to cry.

Opinions of A Not-So-Dumb-But-Twisted Blonde

I don't want to be a barbie doll

in a plastic world.

With a fake tinkling laugh

that serve nothing but to break the tension

in a dog-eat-dog world.

Don't believe the praises heaped on your pretty new skirt

they are malicious poison

aimed at shaking you from your throne.

Don't take the fake smiling faces

as acceptance of you

they are just imagining your fallen face.

I'm not your favourite barbie doll

in your perfect fantasy world.

I'm not your typical beauty queen

who say that their only wish for tonight is world peace.

Those clockworks in my mind do work, mind you.

I want to form my own opinions
none that which are thrust down my throat.
I want to see for myself the truth
as nought can be trusted

everybody lies these days, don't they?

I don't want to be stereotyped

as a dumb blonde

even though these platinum blonde locks are dyed

to ask you not to judge a book by its cover.

Hell yeah, hope you got the message,

or else you are the dumb one.

The Road Chosen

Now The Time has cometh
for me
to stand straight and tall,
to draw in deep breaths,
to look into myself for courage
I did not know I have,
to brace myself for obstacles
that will pass me forth.

I'm going into the battlefield
a lone ranger,
only with my instinct and conscience
as my loyal companions.

Every person I meet,
whether friend, foe,
or a passing shadow,
This I do not yet know.

Charge, my friends!
Give up?
No such phrase in my vocabulary!
Persevere with will
and the dawn
will emerge from the dark shadows.

Yes, this is the Road I've chosen.
I pray that this is the right one
for me on the map
and that I won't get lost.
Time to take the first step!

Examination Blues

For joy, I shouted!
Absolute euphoria!
Examz are finally over...!
For months we've slogged,
pored over revision books...
until we nearly puked!
Burn the midnight oil until dawn,
trying to cram 2 years of work into a few days,
accompanied with headaches that come with the deal.
Finally the nightmare has ended!
And now the time has come
for us to have unending fun
till our hearts' content.

I bade farewell to the examination blues.
So long has it tested my courage,
my will power and my discipline.
Thank goodness
the terrible ordeal is over now.
Everything is back to normal again,
I need not put my life on hold for this stupid exam,
I need not feel guilty anymore
for watching that movie
or surfing the net in my free time.
So haunting the feeling of suppressed guilt,
it lingers
and I still remember...

It feels like a large burden
has been lifted off our weary shoulders.
The manicles on our hands,
the chains on our feet
-unlocked.
For triumphant joy
floods into our singing hearts!
That once more
we are free again to play and have fun.
I hear long-forgotten laughter, oh!
How clear and tinkling it sounds!
Now, that's the true laughter
of a happy bunch of people!
Cheers!
To the end of Examination Blues!

PS: I wrote this a long time ago, but didn't posted it up. Hope you like it now! :D

Unknown Enemy

Shading my eyes
from the blasts of light
invading my eyelids,
I see battle smoke
rising on the near horizon.
I can hear the enemy
marching down upon us,
never out of step
in the endless rhythm of stomps.

I inch slowly forward
seeking desperate shelter
behind a small mould,
trying to shield myself
from the slew
of deadly cold metal.

Oh! That almost got me!
But the silent sigh of relief
left my lips midway
when I saw,
frozen in horror,
that it had hit my neighbour instead
who was crawling behind me
who lived in the nice house
beside mine
but now she will speak no more
except those last words
as the red flows freely.

I must hide, run, fly
from this disaster a-coming.
I still want to live
desperately clinging to a hope
that will be dashed soon,
a little too soon.

Why is this happening?
Why are they doing this to us?
For we had
done them no wrong
done them no injustice
great or small.

We were just simple people,
living simple contented lives.
Until this catastrophe landed
right upon our doorstep,
Life will never be the same again,
after this unknown enemy
has invaded our motherland
and spill our innocent blood.

Oh! Too late!
Too much thinking as usual.
I had delayed
my flight of escape a tad too long.
The steely metal
whizzed through the dull air
and pierced my breathless chest,
tore my flesh from bone to bone.
Ah! It is burning me inside...
I'm writhing in pain
but it gradually lessens
just before everything goes black.

Place of Knowledge

The cold wind play with my hair,
I turn back and see
in my mind's eye,
the warm happy place
that sheltered me
from the thunderstorms of youth.
I have to leave it now,
to seek a new future
to find my way
to the next crossroads of life.

I remember fondly
the hall of knowledge
and the memories it brings.
It nurtured me to become
the person I am today.
Far from the little innocent I was
when I first stepped through
these noble gates.

For that I have
grown in ways too many to tell.
With different viewpoints of life,
and different attitudes to face obstacles,
The place has strengthen my resolve,
steeled my will,
to work among the people,
and do my best
for a better world,
for you and for me.

The gates close
with a cruel clang
that resonated into the distance.
It was time
to shoulder new burdens,
to shrug off weary trivialities
to be the best that I can be.

I'll walk steadily down this path
littered with ruts,
till the day I meet a dead end.
I can rest in peace
in the memory
that I had not arisen in vain.

Letter of Fate

Suddenly, The Day has come upon us,
without warning it swooped,
so silently
while we were still basking
in the stifling throes of joy
hard gotten by.

I cry desperate tears of anxiety,
waiting for the dreadful Letter of Fate,
fortelling one's path of life to come.
The waiting is too much
for my fragile shoulders to bear.
I'm swirling in a maelstrom
of hopes and negativities.

Oh, it has cometh!
I tore it open with trembling fingers,
almost ripping it into tiny shreds.

It's no good.
My life - finished!
To feel all my hopes come crashing down,
tumbling around me,
while I crouch in horrible despair.

Drown myself in hopes dashed so I will.
Pearls of grief wash my pallid face.
Dry sobs break the momentary silence.
Speeches of sorrow dripped from these lips.

This is it.
I'm finished.
Regret tears me apart,
I'll never be whole again.

Do or die?
I think I died.

~ Beacon of Light ~

Around me,
darkness slips through the crevices,
to emerge as twirling vipers
ready to strike,
with venom
so lethal that it fouls the air around it.
But the most poisonous weapon
is not it,
nor is it the bombs showering the once clear night sky,
instead, it is the keyboard
that types words carefully,
stringed together with precision
to present
malicious intent,
searing flesh,
separating mind, body and soul.

I dare not tread lightly,
for fear that once I dip
my toes into the treacherous waters,
I'll become as tainted.
Never to be pure of heart and mind
ever again.

Valid is my fear,
But there's nothing I can do
except to persevere
and hope to find a
shining beacon
on the far horizon
to lead me to salvation.

Gossip

G-O-S-S-I-P
That much dreaded word
buzzed around her head
like an annoying fly
that won’t go away.

She risked a glance back
and saw people clustering around,
whispering behind their hands
nasty nothings
complete with a subtle dash of sarcasm.

Everywhere she went,
an abrupt conversation stopper she becomes.
For even they know
that it is impolite,
even rude,
to talk about someone
when that particular person
is present herself.

This endless verbal abuse
has tortured her frail mind, fragile body.
Months, weeks, days of suffering
finally made her snap.

Enough was enough!
No more, she pleaded
as a last resort
with her big sorrowful eyes
but all she got in return
were sneers, smirks and jeers.

A broken girl,
she climbed up the forbidden stairs
to a forbidden end.
No one ran after her.
No one stop her.
For they did not know enough
to even care.

She stood on the uppermost floor.
The wind teased her tangled hair
Tears smeared her once perfect makeup.
Was this it? she asked herself.

Ugly thoughts stiffened her resolve.
She stood upright on the banister
like a proud haughty queen
with her beautiful tresses blowing in the wind,
oblivious to the tiny coloured dots
pointing up at her.

In a flash, she jumped.
Soared down like an ill-used angel,
her white dress streaming against her
desperate to escape from
the ugly realities
of an ugly world.
And finally all was ended for her
with a piercing thump.

:: The Process ::

Oh, how Time has flown!
and we mope and moan
of the days that have gone,
where we made friendship bonds.

Behold, the battle zone
while the examiner drones,
Thinking Caps are donned,
to write whatever our heads own.

Feverish sweat tickles the brow,
for those not as wise as owls.
Some sail through with glee,
I do hope one of them is me!
(Wishful thinking...)

When all is quiet,
our brains so tired,
pencils and pens are laid to rest,
So we can enjoy life with zest!

Did He Know?

Sorry, stranger for stepping
on your shoe,
for I know not what I do.
Dried of emotion, shriveled, yes I am.
Tired, exhausted and shattered.

I faltered at the thought
of him lying lifeless
in the white bed,
frozen like a beautiful wax figurine,
surrounded by a crying family.

Did he know
that this is no way
to end his problems?
For he only caused immense pain
to those he loved.

Tell me, stranger,
Was it my fault
I didn’t notice
this was the end he chose?
That I should have known better.
That I should have
been a better friend.

Yes, I know.
Life is priceless.
Life is sacred.
Life is fragile.
A threadbare difference
separates life from death.
But he did not know.

Because of that,
he chose to end life
with the same thread,
hanging from a beam,
staring dully at the glass,
from misty it became clear.
The last breath left him,
Leaving us to an eternity
of endless sorrows
and regrets.

Evil triumphed by Forgiveness

In the darkness of the night,
I rest in the hope
that i'm not tainted
by evil
and will never ever be.
For once evil has
consumed your soul
in its entirety
One is never
oneself anymore.
Tis' impossible to recover
what is lost.

What is said cannot be undone.
Forgiveness
is the only healing thing
that work in the wounds
made by ill-judgement.
Come, let's all forgive.
And we'll all breathe lighter because of it,
this I promise you.

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.

:: 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.

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...

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.