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Bleed, M. H Heng, 4th November 2004, 12mn?
Title by hengzhj
Like a spy clad in covert,
Love stabs me with a stiletto.
From back to front,
My tunic drinks the blood I leak.
If I think of you,
The blade draws in.
If I long for your caress,
Anaesthesia but to no avail.
May I love you,
But never lust.
If I sin, may this blade shatter and rust.
And let me meet my maker. -
when daylight comes, M. H. Heng, 13 October 2004, 5 pm
When daylight comes,
I long for you.
You leave me at dawn,
When I still want you around.
At night in my dream,
We are together.
My arms around you,
Your arms around me.
Ah, what ecstasy!
When we are together.
A preview of life,
When we are in holy union.
I beg you to stay,
but night grows old.
You are Cinderella.
One who leaves at dawn!
The glass slipper she leaves,
Is an awful mess.
A mixture of spilt seed and spilt angst.
When daylight comes,
I long for you.
Waiting for night,
Waiting for another dream. -
sleeping in darkness, M. H. Heng, 20 October 2004, 1 am?
I lie on my bed,
on my side,
staring into the darkness of the room.
For once,
it looks comforting.
Rather inviting, IÂ’d say.
I do not fear him any longer.
He watches me,
and I feel good.
HeÂ’s the older brother I never had.
Comments please.
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I really like this.Originally posted by SingaporeMacross:sleeping in darkness, M. H. Heng, 20 October 2004, 1 am?
I lie on my bed,
on my side,
staring into the darkness of the room.
For once,
it looks comforting.
Rather inviting, IÂ’d say.
I do not fear him any longer.
He watches me,
and I feel good.
HeÂ’s the older brother I never had.
Comments please. 
Quite simple in its construction but it says so much and is such a pleasure to read. -
Lol, i was lying on my bed and thinking of the older brother I never had. My mother was supposed to have 2 kids before me, but they all never made it.
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flowers
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The flowers for you were never presented,
i left them on my shelf.
They will whither and dry up,
Or haven't they already?
Maybe they will live again
one day when my courage blooms.
ii
The flowers for you were never presented,
for my courage comes too late.
Father Time waits for no man,
and may I say no flower too.
Because petals fall, and stems rot,
and buds do not give birth.
All my praying come to naught,
my tears, are they of worth?
iii
If there was another ending,
then let my faith increase.
If trust in God unwavering,
then I shall stop my erring.
The flowers may not un-wither,
but neither does love un-grow.
So let the young plants blossom,
and then I will confess.
Grant to us a happy ending,
as seamless destiny flows. -
I must congratulate you on such a lovely poem.
The three stanzas are clearly divided i.e. past, present and future. I particularly like the second stanza very much especially the last four lines
Because petals fall, and stems rot,
and buds do not give birth.
All my praying come to naught,
my tears, are they of worth?
Just a suggestion what if you rewrite it as
Petals will fall and stems will rot,
and buds do not give birth.
All my prayers come to naught,
my tears, are they of worth?
Only my two cents. -
Originally posted by DeadPoet:
Hmm..Personally, I would just change the third line to "All my prayers come to naught," but then again it wouldn't harm just to rephrase a bit. Yeah, your suggestion isn't a bad idea.
I must congratulate you on such a lovely poem.
The three stanzas are clearly divided i.e. past, present and future. I particularly like the second stanza very much especially the last four lines
[b]Because petals fall, and stems rot,
and buds do not give birth.
All my praying come to naught,
my tears, are they of worth?
Just a suggestion what if you rewrite it as
Petals will fall and stems will rot,
and buds do not give birth.
All my prayers come to naught,
my tears, are they of worth?
Only my two cents.
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Only a suggestion. Most importantly, you are your own critic.Originally posted by SingaporeMacross:Hmm..Personally, I would just change the third line to "All my prayers come to naught," but then again it wouldn't harm just to rephrase a bit. Yeah, your suggestion isn't a bad idea. -
True.. I try not to rewrite the poems once i'm done with them. Don't want them to lose the original meaning. Argh, I wrote such a nice one that day, but the stupid openoffice.org software corrupted it. Shit!! So I had to rewrite it last night. It wasn't as good as the original, though I managed to recall some of it and include it.Originally posted by DeadPoet:Only a suggestion. Most importantly, you are your own critic. -
For those who speed recklessly and perish in road accidents.
Why did you not treasure your life?
For the most innocent roadkill.
How I pity you and pray for you.
The final velocity
It's top speed.
Feeling the wind of a speeding truck.
And it's terribly chilly.
Perhaps it's going to rain......
blood.
No more driver's high. -
Chinese Funeral
For my Grandaunt-in-law, who I barely know.
Taels of Golden, Silver, Yellow and Red.
They go into the earthly fire.
Where do the cries of paper they go?
To God in heaven or so?
Or is the smoke so black that you can't see anymore?
I have seen the face of death. -
Descent into sleep, M. H. Heng, 6 April 2005, 3 AM
As I descend into the darkness of my sleep,
I hear the sounds of the world vanishing.
When I turn around,
A door creaks open.
There I will see you.
From then on,
Our smiles turn to kisses.
From then on,
Our embraces turn to climaxes.
But at the apex of our unity,
You vanish half way,
I am left to release my seed helplessly,
Thinking that you are still here.
Once again you leave behind your glass slipper,
Filled with my overflowed emotions.
How I love you,
My Cinderella.
I long for you again,
But would that be a sin?
For now, I will remove the evidence of my crime.
Lest I be mocked and shamed. -
Comments for the last one please!!!
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Read my pm.Originally posted by SingaporeMacross:Comments for the last one please!!!