If I Don't Have You

At the porch, they said their goodbye;between a funeral and a wedding.

She stood there - as did he. Both gazing into each other, her in silence with a small smile while he softly crooned. She leaned over while on the steps and kissed him softly.again.again.again...and again. He stepped in,pulling her in till she's breathing him in.

With his lips in an almost kiss with her ears, he continued, letting his voice trail themselves down her back in an embrace.

If I don't have you
To hold on to
I can't go on in this world alone
Baby it's true
If you say goodbye
Girl I would die
I'm a star with no light
A day with no night
If I don't have you


- Backstreet Boy's If I Don't Have You -

4

Parties.
Sister.
Girlfriends.
Flings.
Goals.
That was 4 months ago.

Now, I cradle a world.
A world which blooms between our clasped hands.
It started with the little brushes of our fingertips
And defined when both interwined

I’m different yet same,
Not same yet different
(Because that means I don’t think I’ve changed inherently
... I have.)
Parties, sister, girlfriends, goals except for flings are present,
Albeit different.

I’m not sorry
And never will be even if it falls apart.
I’ve learnt too much
I’m just very blessed.
For I’ve found the soul and heart
That fills and drives my world.

That Best Friend & Looking Up

I was supposed to be doing my homework.The keyword is supposed. As usual.. I ended up scribbling poems instead of writing my essay.Funny thing is... I decided not to join his ninjado class because I wanted to do the essay.


That Best Friend

I've said it then,
I'm saying it now.
You've always been that best firend,
... Tis' a pity we've lost the how


Looking up...

Never within touch,
Just tempting within sight.
In the dark, exceptionally bright.
And when there's nothing much,
or the rhythm's fled,
and the highs comes flat,
That's when it reverberates.

Its the cacophony behind the noise,
That amplifies as the other fades.
Lean back...
Watch the shadows behind eyelids
Let it flit, let it go.
Let the cacophony do its play.

The Last Drink

We were all drinking, cept for him
Wine from plastic cups, dirt under our feet and then came the hiccups
He was made to get under her skin.
I’m sure their heads’ pounding to the rhythm of Usher’s Red Light
(But the heart’s faster)
They don’t see me in the night,
as his fingers made the first move of sin

Her smile quivered
A tear slipped, from her (and me)

I walked away as he whispers “Please don’t cry. I'm just gonna fly’

I'm putting in words, a memory I stole of you and him. Remember this Sheels? So please don't cry because you're making me cry.

Science

Moving forward may be backwards.
Progress means missing forests.
The only truth's in fickle facts
Mass produced like toilet rolls.

Of 5

35 days since the first back-seat talk.
40 days since the first date.
80 days since the first text message.
120 days since the first email

Nowhere near perfect
Somewhere near awesome.

The Conversation

He called in the wee hours of the morn,
Tis no proper mourning of a friendship lost.
Just a simple ending to a complex problem.
A single knot which unravels all,
And to let the in-betweens come to fall.
Feel the slide of smooth blades,
As fine as strands of his honeyed hair.
From those lines, lies a map of what had fade.
Etched like that tattoo of her name upon his skin.
There’s nothing left to be said.
Only a dial tone on the phone.

Happy Anniversary ....

Scribbling during accounts... all his fault.

Spiders climbing up my ladder
With every step, each a shake.
Reality’s shut, senses awake.
Darling, I definitely agree,
There’s kryptonite in every bite.

Connie Talbot's I Will Always Love You

JJ, this is for you

Gwyneth's Paltrow's Solo in Movie Infamous

Willow

If there's one thing in common most English poets share, it is their obsession with willows. Personally, I prefer my swings or that phallic looking playground near Simpang. Yes, it is phallic. Go check it out,.Its opposite Palmwoods and behind the street soccer court. As 'wrong' as it looks, its actually a nice place.You'll have to climb up to the top and that's where you'll feel like you have your own tree house.

Al, this is the Willow poem you wanted me to write BUT not told me why... Doesn't really matter since I was in the mood to write. If you're reading this, PICK UP THE FUCKING PHONE DUDE AND CALL YOUR PARENTS.


The willow hangs above the surface,
like a mother's shielding embrace,
sheltering her from the bare
and only letting in the air.
The curtain of green swayed,
All in sync with the wind's play.
Arms wrapped around her knees.
From behind, only one eye sees.
The wind tugged,
Suddenly breaking the willows hug.
The mirror shatters in tiny circles.

Nightmare

Angel from her nightmare...
He keeps her safe from her scares
For they leave her all torn and bare.
She feels the fingers upon her arch
And the pinpricks of nails that hurts so much.
Though breath and blood she does bleed
Still, it wasn’t what it wants or is it needs?

A glint of silver, a piercing scream
All done in the flickering shadows of candlelight beams.

A familiar scent marks his presence.
To him, to know his face is not her care,
To her, it makes no sense
What is it that seeks to tear?
And who is he who helps her so?

At the Swings

Last night, I had a swing
As gentle as the breeze that rocked the baby on the tree top,
and sometimes hard enough to make the wee one scream.
Swinging as darkness descends,
and goosepimples crept up my arms,
the words flowed out in a steady stream.
Torrential at first,
before it calms.
But still with certain bursts along the bends
It seemed the tirade would never end ,
until my breaths came out in spurts ,
and my knuckles were white from holding tight.

( My feet scraped the sandy bottom)

The empty silence on my right greeted my landing.
There I stood , simply standing..
(or maybe hoping)

Night's Surgery

Its 3 to 12.
The body chants 'to bed, to bed'
On the pillow, lays her head
All prepped for Night's surgery.
Somehow tonight, the anesthesia fled
Crimson petals liquefies,bubbles ...splatters
Surgery's morphed into butchery.
The darkness sheds only light,
and thats the time I see you.

What Latifah Yeo Means

You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow. You are light hearted and accepting. You don't get worked up easily. Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is. You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection. You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive. You have the classic "Type A" personality. You are a seeker. You often find yourself restless - and you have a lot of questions about life. You tend to travel often, to fairly random locations. You're most comfortable when you're far away from home. You are quite passionate and easily tempted. Your impulses sometimes get you into trouble. You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing. You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long. You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start. You are loving, compassionate, and ruled by your feelings. You are able to be a foundation for other people... but you still know how to have fun. Sometimes your emotions weigh you down, but you generally feel free from them. You are truly an original person. You have amazing ideas, and the power to carry them out. Success comes rather easily for you... especially in business and academia. Some people find you to be selfish and a bit overbearing. You're a strong person. You are a free spirit, and you resent anyone who tries to fence you in. You are unpredictable, adventurous, and always a little surprising. You may miss out by not settling down, but you're too busy having fun to care. You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone. You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together. At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together. You are well rounded, with a complete perspective on life. You are solid and dependable. You are loyal, and people can count on you. At times, you can be a bit too serious. You tend to put too much pressure on yourself.

What's" Your Name's Hidden Meaning?

Photographs

Frozen in time, alive inside.

Freeze frames of the drama called Life.
Captured, imprisoned, begging for release.

Search for the mythical keys.
She'll be lost in the hive.

Burn it all, the frames remain still.
Up on a hill, they flit and float
Like deaden fireflies hunting for hope.

Cher's Sweet Nothings to Me

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?

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

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.