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.

Lost To Me

The calendar has just flipped a few
of its yellowing pages
but turn back I did
to find
there is none of the old you.

Why? tell me please.
What had the world done to you?
For you to change your cloak
so dramatically
from one of white to that of wicked black?

I can't find it
however desperate I try to clutch
at any shred, any hint.
Unable to capture any glimpse of the old you
Not even a mere glimmer of that past shine.
Now? All that glitters is not gold.

All this new glitter is shallow fluff
Is this the sort of superficial
that you were seeking for?

It's disheartening to see you change
from someone of dignity
to a peacock full of beauty but nothing else.

Maybe you lack it when it was appropriate.
And now it's the time you start looking
for something that was never yours.
I just hope that you know clearly
what the future holds for you.
And no regrets shall ever fall from your lips.

With that, I bid you good luck and adios,
my old friend.
For I fear, you are lost to me forever.

Hush

Hush, don't cry...
Tell me, twinkling stars in the sky
Don't you sometimes wonder
was everything nothing more than
a wonderful mistake?

You were a risk
that I willingly took
that I plunged off for
into the deep end
without any ending in sight.

Hush, don't lie...
Tell me, silent winds that chill the night
Do you really miss my warmth
or is it that you just can't bear to see
the vapourization of water crystals?

I wish very much
to become the strong person I appear to be
from the outside
but inside this person
can be just as fragile as the tiniest flower bud.

Hush, my dear...
For you, I am willing.
Coz it is only with you
that even the most bitter of moments
turn sweet.

Journeying For Dreams

Sometimes in the lateness of night's cover,
don't you wonder at everything
how life seems to be made up of
a series of ups and downs...
always keeping us at our toes' end.

No rest, just continous slogging on
the path is long and winded
there are rivers and moutains
as wide as huge as the imagination can weave.

Those are the obstacles waiting to meet us
waiting to bring us down
down I may go
but up I will rise again
with wit and determination
to reach my destination.

The motions are set into work once again
who knows how it all will turn out?
pray may I be blessed
with good luck and good fortune
that I may surpass myself someday
that I may look back and say
it's been a good journey.

Breaking Of The Glass Heart

Mind is blank, soul is empty,
staring eyes are glassy.
Emotions are all riled up,
bubbling within me,
threatening to spill out into tears.

Utter these words of poison you did,
my heart seems to be made of glass,
breaking into tiny shards,
unable to represent its original sentiment,
lined with blood,
edges still sharp enough for more pain.

I am not you but I am trying to understand
but why are you shaking your head?

Pls don't turn into this stranger
that I do not know,
that say things that tear me up inside,
that does things that bring me tears.

I do not know
how much more I can shed pearls of white,
how long more before my heart turns cold.
Pray that will never happen a time too early.
Pray that it will never happen at all...

A Night Like This

It's nights like this
where the feeling of loneliness
slowly engulfs you,
eating you up inside.

The moon is full and bright
the cats howl outside
crickets play their eerie music
but the rest is solitude.

The old fan keeps blowing
the door is still creaking
the light keeps flickering
but there is nothing else.

Raven tresses blow in the wind
lips open but no sounds are heard.
Mind is awake
heart is asleep in pain.

There are many things to do
many things to see and hear,
but none willing to accompany
to pass the silent lonely night.

What is this feeling?
Of being left alone...
on a night like this.

Can Someone Tell Me...?

Oh, why has this happpened
to those who truly were kind
from the bottom of their hearts
and did not deserve any of this...

Oh, why, can someone tell me,
does the good die young
while the scoundrels go free?
No answer echoes in the distance.

How my heart aches
to make you feel better
in any way possible
but wavered in the horizon it did.

I'm trying, trying
and still trying
but to no avail.
I've failed in my quest to help.

For once, I'm helpless
sank to my knees
despair overwhelming me
can someone pls tell me why?

No one can tell me why,
I'm left all alone,
echoes rebound
on the dark plain moors.

Alone. Silence.

Short But Beautiful

All passion was lighted ablaze,
by an intense need of emotions,
Everyone faced the heavens,
anticipating the bursts of dancing lights.

Peoples' faces brightened,
as the fireworks coloured the night sky,
flying in their dizzy circles,
bringing a symbol of hope to all.

The fireworks, the sparks pretty as they were,
struggled albeitly so brief
in its embers of dying glory,
at last swallowed by the enveloping darkness.

Although the sparks were alive
for a time too short,
at least we were there
to experience its beauty of it all.

It might have been so much more
but destiny bids us to another path
we have no choice but to tread,
Does the walker choose the path,
or the path the walker?

My mind is tired of its overactivity,
it begs rest for some period
for a peace desperately seeked,
a while forgotten
but hopefully soon returned. *Peace*

A Different Sort of Days

I remember those days of long ago
where I'd wake up
thinking of all the things
that have gone wrong in my life.

They were probably trivial
probably minute
but they bothered the perfectionist in me
leaving me gasping for air.

Until you came along
giving me another kind of breathless
turning my world inside out
in a good way perhaps.

Now I have a new sort of days
where I'd wake up
with a tiny smile
written on my face.

You brought me a new meaning
a new way of thoughts
a different experience
a new kind of feeling.

You make me wanna be a better person
you gave me strength
you renewed my dreams of a future
you pass me the beacon of Hope.

I never dare hoped for "forever"
but I cherish the times we have together
and everything we learnt
from this beautiful detour in life.

Future Untold

The truth has been bared,
with a suddenness so swift,
that leave us open mouthed
in this new twist of the plot.

But still we both hesitate,
to take the next plunge,
doubts buried deep remain still,
for both are new at the game.

We're afraid of the future,
for we dunno what it holds.
Could it be the harbinger of doom?
Or could it spell an ending so sweet?

At a loss, emotions all wound up,
The ups and downs are like none I've ever known,
Feelings sometimes strongly felt,
At time, a void of nothingness.

I guess it's all a calculated risk,
a game of vulnerability and dependence,
of possible hurt and happiness,
The stakes of this gamble are high.

Do we want it enough
to weather through the storms?
To smile through the sunshine?
To make it work?

The ending is up to us to weave,
there might be no forever,
but at least we had something to remember,
memories of a time spent together.

.: Destiny :.

It must be destiny smiling upon us,
the winking stars that willed us to meet,
in ways so strange that leave me breathless,
about the seamless beauty of it all.

The feeling of all being so right,
well, on second thought...maybe not.
Coz there's a little patch of darkness
cometh of a past that is hard to be forgotten.

Should one close a blind eye
and pretend that the scar didn’t exist?
But either road chosen might lead to regrets
A fear that is whirling inside me.

Are our fates written in the stars?
Coincidence seems an unlikely alternative.
How can something so right be wrong?
Yes! It must lead to something amazing..

One must not get too carried away
in the comfort of beauty.
Coz love and hurt comes hand in hand.
And I'm afraid of being hurt.

But I guess like everything in life,
There is always a risk..
If I were to not live in vain,
I think I'm willing to take these risks,
to search for a magical ending.

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.

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I just changed the template of my blog ade! I was getting dreadfully tired of looking at that blob of green thing. Isn't this much nicer? And neater too?

I really must get this blog off air or else there will be cobwebs in it lo. Pity it only. Unfortunately, I recently have not much inspiration [Read: Lazy] lately that begs poetry itself to be written. Hence, the cobwebs.

Whatever. I'll try to keep this blog alive. So, guys and gals, add this to your links or at least your bloglines subscription, okay? Deal, right?

Toodles now!

They Must Not Find Me

No more poems for now coz I've no inspiration lately. Aikz, here's a story i wrote some time ago, hope you guys like it. *Prays* Btw, sorry for abandoning this blog for so long. Have been a bit busy recently.

I scrambled across the woodland, deadly afraid that I would be found. The dead yellow leaves crunched noisily under my feet. My face was extremely filthy and my arms were adorned with bruises caused by overhanging twigs.

They must not find me. They must not. If they find me, I am a goner for sure. I must tell the world the dangerous truth.

Every few minutes, I slipped my hand into the side pocket of my torn, dirty jeans to make sure the diskette was still in there. This diskette holds important information that might save our entire race from destruction. The weight of that massive responsibility weighed heavily on my shoulders. Thank goodness I kept my head that day…

It was just a normal day. You know, school, homework and assignments. I was walking home from school after drama practice and it was dark. Silent. I could feel the breeze playing with my hair.

I knew something was wrong. Very wrong. Why was it so quiet?

But it was not quiet for long.
The throbbing sounds above me frightened me dreadfully. I looked up and stared. And stared in amazement.

Oh my God! My feet was frozen to the ground. I could not run. It was a spaceship made from sleek metal with pulsing green lights. It looks pretty advanced.

Wait a minute, why is it here? Surely this is not a scene from War of the Worlds? Hey, why I can't feel my feet on the ground anymore? Oh no! The spaceship is sucking me up… Help!

Then, everything went blank.

I woke up in a small, round room. A pile of futuristic, silvery clothes and bottles of pills labeled ‘vitamins’, ‘carbohydrates’, ‘proteins’…sat in a corner.

What is this? Food for me? Yuck!

I was lying on an operating table that was soft to sleep on. I sprung around when I heard the door opened.
And I gasped. Aliens!
Actually, they looked relatively normal, with their slimy green oval faces, slivery hair, tentacled fingers and padded feet. Quite an interesting sight. But not for long.
With an electric rod, one of the aliens prodded me painfully towards the door. Faced with no other choice, I obeyed. The hallways were eerie with slimy-looking aliens looking at me through glass doors.
Suddenly, the alien shoved me into a room where I came face to face to an enormous bald alien with a majestic air around him. He must be their king. He used a speaker box attached to his barrel-sized waist to translate his language into English so I could understand his groans and weird snivels.
“Greetings, Earthling. Welcome.”
I remained silent; afraid that saying the wrong thing might just invite an electric prod in my back.
"Do you know why you are here?” he sniveled. I shook my head vigorously. “It is because we want to conduct experiments on a normal human to see your race’s level of intelligence. Not very smart, I would say.”
“Why do you want to know?” I snapped back, angry.
“So, we can take over your puny planet. Earth is so beautiful with its vast oceans and lush vegetarian. Our planet, XO³ is all dust and dirt. Not much fun. According to this diskette, your level of intelligence is much inferior to ours. Should be an easy job,” he croaked, waving the green diskette and sneering at me.
Easy job, huh? We will see about that. Without another thought, I flipped into kungfu mode and kicked his butt like I have seen in the movies. The diskette flew out of his hands and clattered onto the floor. I delivered a karate chop into his barrel-like stomach and a punch into his slimy face. It dazed him momentarily.
This was my chance. I snatched up the diskette and clambered towards the exit. It was not easy. I had to head-butt and kicked a few "clever" but unathlethic aliens out of my way. I pulled open the steel door and jumped out quickly. I landed headfirst into some bushes.

I must find a place to hide. I must inform the government about this. I must live to tell the story.

They must not find me.

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.