I feel so lost,
My love unrequitted.
Like as though I am
Destined to
Be Alone.
A collection of works done before migrating over to the blog format. Most of these works were done in the [now defunct] forum at Victoria Junior College, Singapore.
Friday, October 22, 2004
Monday, October 18, 2004
#96: Paradox
The sun shines, yet it scorches;
The wind cools, yet it uproots.
The fire warms, yet it burns;
The water nourishes, yet it drowns.
Life is short, yet wonderful;
So many paradoxes...
So, why can't I love you?
The wind cools, yet it uproots.
The fire warms, yet it burns;
The water nourishes, yet it drowns.
Life is short, yet wonderful;
So many paradoxes...
So, why can't I love you?
Sunday, October 17, 2004
#95: Subtle Change
Changed in way,
Yet same everyday.
Oh! How subtle Change can be,
For things change under your very nose,
Where you most likely can see.
In response to:
by bluediol
Yet same everyday.
Oh! How subtle Change can be,
For things change under your very nose,
Where you most likely can see.
In response to:
Lost in a world of my own,
i went back to see how much vj haf grown.
the open house was on, wif many new faces,
but the familiar feeling i felt, came from the places.
Library, canteen... the concourse...
everything haf changed...
by bluediol
Saturday, October 16, 2004
#94: Open House
The day is fine,
where I am now.
With the band rockin' and rollin'
A light soft rock beat,
With me typing at my seat.
The people all walking by,
Looking here, low and high.
The Open House is a place to behold,
For fun stuff are all unfolding
At every juncture.
Poetry in action indeed,
For no words can capture
What I can humanly see.
where I am now.
With the band rockin' and rollin'
A light soft rock beat,
With me typing at my seat.
The people all walking by,
Looking here, low and high.
The Open House is a place to behold,
For fun stuff are all unfolding
At every juncture.
Poetry in action indeed,
For no words can capture
What I can humanly see.
Friday, October 15, 2004
#93: Why diols can be blue... like me?
Why
Why can
Why can diols
Why can diols be
Why can diols be blue
Why can diols be blue too
Why can diols be blue too like
Why can diols be blue too like me
Why can
Why can diols
Why can diols be
Why can diols be blue
Why can diols be blue too
Why can diols be blue too like
Why can diols be blue too like me
Thursday, October 14, 2004
#92: Reverse esreveR
Dimensionless,
Sselnoisnemid
How does one read things,
Sgniht daer eno seod woh?
In such a scrawl?
Lwarcs a hcus ni,
And lead on in life,
Efil ni no dael dna,
Forever!
Sselnoisnemid
How does one read things,
Sgniht daer eno seod woh?
In such a scrawl?
Lwarcs a hcus ni,
And lead on in life,
Efil ni no dael dna,
Forever!
Monday, October 11, 2004
#91: Dead
I'm dead the moment
I open my eyes to
See the world.
For devoid of the
Vast void wherest I
Sprang from, I
Am limited, in
Life and dimension.
Does not matter
That Rain Ain't Rain,
And Pee Ain't Pee,
For what is to be
Believed is What
One Chooses To
See.
I open my eyes to
See the world.
For devoid of the
Vast void wherest I
Sprang from, I
Am limited, in
Life and dimension.
Does not matter
That Rain Ain't Rain,
And Pee Ain't Pee,
For what is to be
Believed is What
One Chooses To
See.
Saturday, October 09, 2004
#90: Grave Digger
Grave digger O grave digger,
Thou art going to dig my Grave!
Thou makest it shallow
So I can feel the rain.
Thou art going to dig my Grave!
Thou makest it shallow
So I can feel the rain.
Tuesday, October 05, 2004
#89: Publish a book of Poems?
Why Publish A Book Of Poems,
When It Can All Happen Here,
Online Where The World
Can Read For All Eternity
As The Site Stays? :-)
In response to:
by tzeqi
When It Can All Happen Here,
Online Where The World
Can Read For All Eternity
As The Site Stays? :-)
In response to:
haha, publishing a book anytime soon?
by tzeqi
Monday, October 04, 2004
#88: Living Life
Live life as freely as
It is supposed to be.
How does one go on,
When change is not exacted
Where necessary?
I sink into oblivion
As my life draws to a close.
With my mechanical persona
Soaring as high as can be.
I'm now more than ready
To give up Hope on
My Humanity,
And embrace the quiet power of
Logic and Impartiality.
It is supposed to be.
How does one go on,
When change is not exacted
Where necessary?
I sink into oblivion
As my life draws to a close.
With my mechanical persona
Soaring as high as can be.
I'm now more than ready
To give up Hope on
My Humanity,
And embrace the quiet power of
Logic and Impartiality.
Saturday, October 02, 2004
#87: Oblivion
Oblivious to the world
Of Oblivion.
Obstentation is
Order of the day.
Oh! That is but no
Oblivion!
Oblivious I am to the
Oblivion of the world.
Oh! I am gone.
Of Oblivion.
Obstentation is
Order of the day.
Oh! That is but no
Oblivion!
Oblivious I am to the
Oblivion of the world.
Oh! I am gone.
Friday, October 01, 2004
#86: More on life
It's been so long
Since I last wrote
A Poem.
Life may seem to be
Unchanging, but Truth
Is, it Will and Does.
Change to Adapt
To The Ways of The World,
Yet stay as Unchanging
As One can Be.
All Things
Fair and square have
Dual Partners.
A good Skill may be a
Bad One if the time
Is Not Ripe.
So stick on With Life,
Keep On Changing, yet
Stay Unchanged.
Good luck in Life,
For It is a
Game with
No Restart Option.
Since I last wrote
A Poem.
Life may seem to be
Unchanging, but Truth
Is, it Will and Does.
Change to Adapt
To The Ways of The World,
Yet stay as Unchanging
As One can Be.
All Things
Fair and square have
Dual Partners.
A good Skill may be a
Bad One if the time
Is Not Ripe.
So stick on With Life,
Keep On Changing, yet
Stay Unchanged.
Good luck in Life,
For It is a
Game with
No Restart Option.
Saturday, September 18, 2004
#85: Why am I lonely?
Lonely as I am,
Why is this so?
Have I done something
Wrong?
Or do my dreams untold
Lack direction?
Why?
Why is this so?
Have I done something
Wrong?
Or do my dreams untold
Lack direction?
Why?
Friday, September 17, 2004
#84: Road
I ply the road
Alone.
Mainly alone
Alone.
Lest someone misunderstands,
Only me.
Nobody else
Except me.
Alone.
Mainly alone
Alone.
Lest someone misunderstands,
Only me.
Nobody else
Except me.
Monday, September 13, 2004
Saturday, September 11, 2004
Thursday, September 09, 2004
#81: Time flies...
How fast time flies,
When things are to be done.
When the going is slow,
So does time too.
When things are to be done.
When the going is slow,
So does time too.
Sunday, September 05, 2004
#80: Whack
Whack this,
Whack that,
What's there to
Whack?
Whachama man,
What's the problem?
Whack anything in sight,
Whalau... No way!
Whack that,
What's there to
Whack?
Whachama man,
What's the problem?
Whack anything in sight,
Whalau... No way!
Thursday, September 02, 2004
#79: Freeform
That's because it is
Freeform.
And Freeform Poems
Need Not Rhyme.
Anyway, to all who wondered,
Why rhyming ain't attempted.
Simply because its too stale,
Much like Old Wife's Tale,
To keep it all in sync.
In response to:
by HuCkErBy
Freeform.
And Freeform Poems
Need Not Rhyme.
Anyway, to all who wondered,
Why rhyming ain't attempted.
Simply because its too stale,
Much like Old Wife's Tale,
To keep it all in sync.
In response to:
I wonder how,
I wonder why,
the poems here
never rhyme.
by HuCkErBy
#78: Doubts of the forum
Quiet, as we came into being.
Silent, we have been a while.
Future, uncertain as it is.
Good luck to all,
And may we discuss with
Fervor as before.
Silent, we have been a while.
Future, uncertain as it is.
Good luck to all,
And may we discuss with
Fervor as before.
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