Oh you sweet little thing.... My pumpkin,why are you still awake?The hot and bright sun has gone down to rest, and so should you..My little apple pie,pippy poopy pooh,close your cute cute little eye lids and dream of apples and stars and peaches and cherries in the all fun twinkleland.Go on. Grandpa moon and Aunty star are waiting for you there
Isn't my Cher just sweet?
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Rape
Just your presence and I second guess my sanity
My subterfuge silently shatters,
like little teardrops sliding,
sliding down my fingers as they close
hiding but falling
...failing.
She stands still,
as those fingers peel.
She's there yet unable to feel.
White enamel puncturing for crimson.
The curtain wavers
Its all just not real.
This poem is part of a one-liner game with Dan(She provided the first line and everything else is mine). Check out her work at www.mydailyreads.blogspot.com
My subterfuge silently shatters,
like little teardrops sliding,
sliding down my fingers as they close
hiding but falling
...failing.
She stands still,
as those fingers peel.
She's there yet unable to feel.
White enamel puncturing for crimson.
The curtain wavers
Its all just not real.
This poem is part of a one-liner game with Dan(She provided the first line and everything else is mine). Check out her work at www.mydailyreads.blogspot.com
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Cotton Candy
Soft,fluffy,innocous
Spin it again and again
The sticky thin tendril, it traps her eye
It wheels her in as it spins
The silk slyly drawing her in
Innocence, hope, dreams and all things nice
She can almost taste its sweetness
A hand reaches out
Desire is held.
Oh! Just only for a moment.
A burst of sweetness,
and it is naught but a ghost.
Spin it again and again
The sticky thin tendril, it traps her eye
It wheels her in as it spins
The silk slyly drawing her in
Innocence, hope, dreams and all things nice
She can almost taste its sweetness
A hand reaches out
Desire is held.
Oh! Just only for a moment.
A burst of sweetness,
and it is naught but a ghost.
Friday, November 16, 2007
Seek
There are no lines without your mind.
Closure will come to you yourself.
Past,present and future melds,
flowing north, south,east and west.
Seek for the answers at the beginning of the start
Only to find an immaculate mess.
Closure will come to you yourself.
Past,present and future melds,
flowing north, south,east and west.
Seek for the answers at the beginning of the start
Only to find an immaculate mess.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Reminisce
Recently, I was arranging the stack of diaries and notebooks I had, something that should have been done some time back but I was not ready to delve in the past until... last weekend. I laughed. I cried. I smiled every kind of smile one can possibly smile.
One thing struck me at the end of it all. I am such a lucky girl.
I had the best friends any girl can asked for. 2 overbearingly and disgustingly sweet, playful and thoughtful guy pals who doted on me like nobody's business. It doesn't matter if one of them isn't here and will never be here again or that the other will not play a significant part in my life now. What matters is the memories we had.
I'm a lucky girl.
I'm one of those girls who can say my first boyfriend treated me like a princess.
She's chocolate and coke.
She's my Proserpina
He's passionate and arrogant.
He's just like Hades
with a deep pocket and a big heart.
(It was written by both of us years back and looking at it now, it definitely defined us. You could clearly see who the better poet is. He's a good teacher too.).
I'm a lucky girl.
I have a fabulous group of best friends( Nutcases, Mei Yi,Jo ). Not a large group in terms of numbers but large in terms of love. We had and will have more rough moments . It defines 'us'.
And I mustn't forget those from IJC too. It seemed like a poor substitute as compared to the opportunity to study in UK which Alex offered me.It was 2 short years and I did not mingle that well there. Still, people like Ren,Wawa, my 'lover'(winks),Jane,Mrs Naidu, made it a memorable 2 years. I did not leave IJ empty handed.
I'm a lucky girl.
Lastly and most importantly, I have a family ,though overly conservative and protective , they do try their best to give me the best.
Yep, I am a lucky lucky lass.
One thing struck me at the end of it all. I am such a lucky girl.
I had the best friends any girl can asked for. 2 overbearingly and disgustingly sweet, playful and thoughtful guy pals who doted on me like nobody's business. It doesn't matter if one of them isn't here and will never be here again or that the other will not play a significant part in my life now. What matters is the memories we had.
I'm a lucky girl.
I'm one of those girls who can say my first boyfriend treated me like a princess.
She's chocolate and coke.
She's my Proserpina
He's passionate and arrogant.
He's just like Hades
with a deep pocket and a big heart.
(It was written by both of us years back and looking at it now, it definitely defined us. You could clearly see who the better poet is. He's a good teacher too.).
I'm a lucky girl.
I have a fabulous group of best friends( Nutcases, Mei Yi,Jo ). Not a large group in terms of numbers but large in terms of love. We had and will have more rough moments . It defines 'us'.
And I mustn't forget those from IJC too. It seemed like a poor substitute as compared to the opportunity to study in UK which Alex offered me.It was 2 short years and I did not mingle that well there. Still, people like Ren,Wawa, my 'lover'(winks),Jane,Mrs Naidu, made it a memorable 2 years. I did not leave IJ empty handed.
I'm a lucky girl.
Lastly and most importantly, I have a family ,though overly conservative and protective , they do try their best to give me the best.
Yep, I am a lucky lucky lass.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Somewhere
Here ,there
Everywhere in nowhere
Numerous roads,
With just one destination.
Life's a circle,
Shrinking till its just a noose.
Everywhere in nowhere
Numerous roads,
With just one destination.
Life's a circle,
Shrinking till its just a noose.
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Missing Mist
In the midst of mist,
My mind misses most.
Its slow slow haste
and luscious taste of infinity.
Oh, what a dream...
My mind misses most.
Its slow slow haste
and luscious taste of infinity.
Oh, what a dream...
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Black Hole
Myriad of emotions swirling in the depths of my soul,
Picking up speed every damn empty day which repeats like a broken player
As it whirls, it starts to pull.
Stretching till it splinters.
Through my telescope, I am watching.
I watch my black hole swilling on splintered pieces of my soul.
Picking up speed every damn empty day which repeats like a broken player
As it whirls, it starts to pull.
Stretching till it splinters.
Through my telescope, I am watching.
I watch my black hole swilling on splintered pieces of my soul.
Friday, August 3, 2007
Musings
"Horses are born but human beings are not-they are formed" Sophie's World. A Novel About the History of Philosophy
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Unfortunately there are too many bonnet-totting horses parading around on two legs.
~Musings of the Lat~
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
The So-called Weed
Romantic notions defenestrated .
Still, under the ledge, they grew and bloomed.
Implanting its roots slowly and silently in my life,
For everyday, its them I see.
The leaves unfurled and the process starts.
Till one day, a crimson bud peeks out at me.
From seeing to tending.
From indifference to something more.
But the question is...
Is it still mine?
30/07/07
11.55 PM
Still, under the ledge, they grew and bloomed.
Implanting its roots slowly and silently in my life,
For everyday, its them I see.
The leaves unfurled and the process starts.
Till one day, a crimson bud peeks out at me.
From seeing to tending.
From indifference to something more.
But the question is...
Is it still mine?
30/07/07
11.55 PM
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