By RaTtY8l posted on 1 September 06
The First Time I See You
the first time i saw you
we were just normal friends
you are like Venus in the sky
the brightest diamond in the night
the second time i saw you
i feel there is something special about you
even the frown on your face
is enough to send my heart on a wild race
the third time i saw you
i saw the smile that capture my heart
oh when can i hold your hand
i guess i can only leave it to fate
the fourth time i saw you
i follow what my heart tell me to do
here as i am composing this poem
my mind is thinking all about you
By RaTtY8l posted on 1 September 06
Monday Blues
Oh I jus wake up
My mind is in a blank
My eyes try to focus
My hairs is in a mess
I went to the toilet
To relieve myself
I gargle my mouth
To get rid of the bad smell
I brush my teeth
For hygienic purpose
I than wash my face
And proceed on my breakfast
I take a shower after eating
To make myself clean
After that I change my clothes
And rush to my office
Oh today is Monday blue
I had to carry my heavy bag
But I have no choice
Or else I will get the sack
By RaTtY8l posted on 1 September 06
A Badminton Poem For All
The score starts at love all
With a serve to break the deadlock
The participants were zodi, tony , zt
Jyong, sagara and ratty
Ladies first tony would always say
Let zodi to start the game
Weekends or weekdays doesnÂ’t make a difference
7-9 at evening or 3-5 in the afternoon
First to fifteen for the win
And after that we will have our drinks
Baseline clearance to baseline with a swing
Or a smash with the twist of our wrist
Organising this outing is not easy
Ask zodi and you will know how tough it is
Waking up 7am in the morning
To ensure she will get the booking
After the badminton we will go for our dinner
And that is also considered our supper
And so I shall conclude here
With this as the last line of the badminton poem.
By sickeningblues- posted on 1 September 06
It must be magic,
The way I hold you and the night seems to fly.
Easy for you to take me to a star,
Heaven is that moment,
When I look into your eyes.
Your gaze possesed a fiery flame,
That seemed to devour my heart.
As dawn come,
I fall into your arms.
A kiss you give me,
As the memory fades away . . .
By sickeningblues- posted on 2 September 06
A Class Poem
The day I stepped into the class,
I felt a connection within us.
Your smiles warmed my heart,
Your greetings seized my blood.
We were a class, I then realised.
Nothing could seperate us.
But the fights could never stop,
And I could do was to make a lightning bolt.
Alas, time can't turn back,
But we're still a class, that's the fact.
So I hope this fight would end,
In hopes for our relationship to mend.
By The man who was death posted on 4 September 06
Don't Want The World To See Me
It's just a feeling
A shame I know
I can't be showing
I need to be away
I have no face
to be in this place
I want to be autistic
Live in my own world that's not intrinsic
Don't want to have you understand
No wish to understand
What's the worth
in meeting all on earth
When everyone is pandora's box
I guess i need one of those
I need those four walls
See no evil, hear no aching calls
Where even the most sacred key
can find no slot
Your heart has a plot
mine's no better
Let's leave it at that
no one's greater
It's just a ending
I am pursuing
A fate I know
which has no destiny
I'm in this place
there's no greater maze
No need to find me
No wish to find you
No need to hurry in these
because there's no cheese
Ending up nowhere
Gives me greatest pleasure
By Tranqulity posted on 6 September 06
Fast pace
The lady at the bus stop
Cursed the bus driver who didnÂ’t stop to wait for her
As if the whole world had just robbed the last 15 minutes of her life.
Sometimes when you are caught in a traffic jam
You would wish that your car can
Hovers above all the cars at the front
So that you can be on time for the meeting
Which will be held in 10 minutes
You are running inside the trainÂ….
Suddenly you realized that will be late for 5 minutes
As you can only travel as fast as the train reaches its destination
One day you are left with the last 30 minutes of your life
Will you still be angry with the 30 minutes youÂ’ve lost?
By RaTtY8l posted on 9 September 06
Darkness, Loneliness And Sadness
Darkness,
The absence of light
Which separates day and night
In the sky
Loneliness,
The absence of friends
Living in a no manÂ’s land
Until the end
Sadness
The absence of smile
Which makes me feel down
No matter how
So I stand, alone in this world
With darkness, loneliness and sadness
When can I began my tour
To find the one that can fill my heart with happiness
It is all fate I guess
Which I had already made a mess
Oh darkness, loneliness and sadness
Please leave me and give me a rest
By LinYu posted on 9 September 06
Darkness, Loneliness And Sadness
In Darkness
There is always a speck of light
be it from the fireflies
Will glow for the seeing
So don't close your eyes
In loneliness
There is always time for solitude
To think about your attitude
towards your approach to friendship
So don't close your mind
In sadness
Smiles are contagious
So take the first step
to start giving that priceless gift
So don't close your heart and start spreading it
Don't stand alone
brooding over darkness, loneliness and sadness
began your tour
to search for the seeing, friendship and smile
for it will only be given to those who seek
By ShrodingersCat posted on 6 September 06
Ode to Nutella
In the dreary morning cold
when I awake with none to hold
Thoughts of you rise in my mind
But alas I failed to find
you, glorious creamy conconction
A soothing balm, a love potion
Despite the icy stinging rain
Your absence is a driving pain
for me to wander out to find
Half awaken, Half dressed, Half blind
Where is it you might be sold
that I may buy you, to have to hold
That I may plunge my spoon in you
delve deep into the sweetness true
your rich and chocolatey taste
swirls of hazenutey paste
lingers longer on my tongue
your velvet virtues remain unsung
as I savour -eyes closed- the calming balm
that brings brightness to a dreary dawn
By the Bear posted on 7 September 06
Ode to Nutella
i really mustn't.. but...
the silky smooth hazelnut...
as i plunge my finger in
i blush at the sweet sin
i feel a wave of pleasure
stroking the sensual treasure
i surpress a nervous fidget
as it caresses my quivering digit
even though i want to linger
nervously i remove my finger
the vicous delight trickles down south
bring it to my mouth
oh what joy to the senses
as it breaks down all defences
i let it envelop my tongue
i remember the praises sung
not wanting the sensuality to stop
unashamed i lick up every drop
senses tingle and light up
pleasure synapses erupt
too much will not fill
such as orgasmic thrill
shakened by the strong reaction
of such powerful emotion
again i surrender myself at speed
to this lust, to this need
no thoughts, no words, just total derision
licking every drop with wanton abandon
made for more than just humble bread
oh wonderful chocolate hazelnut spread
we all love that genius of a fella
the one who invented... Nutella
By sickeningblues- posted on 8 September 06
Death and Regret
Alone was the featured word,
Everyday of my life,
People jeered at me,
But aren't they hypocrites?
The sadness that engulfed me,
Was enough to choke a living.
People work for a goal,
All their own selfish needs.
Biased and selfish,
They don't care for anything.
I was abandoned and abused,
Yet no one cared.
I banished myself to the depths of hell,
And kept locked up in a corner of a dingy room.
My heart was dull,
And though it's still beating,
It possesed no life.
Who would save me?
The question I ask,
Every single day.
Yet nothing happened,
And I was growing frustrated.
The tears that fall like endless rain,
The sobs that echoed around me,
They sounded meaningless.
The knife that zoomed across my wrist,
Brought no pain but joy.
The feeling of freedom,
At the last minute was unexplainable.
Yet it possesed a feeling of REGRET.
And then I know,
I struggled to get away from the Gates Of Hell,
But it was too late.
I was dead.
By Bluesky_Liz posted on 16 September 06
Haze
The smell of ash:
molecules freed
from a burning
rainforest
somewhere south,
assail our noses,
claw at our throats
and dry our eyes.
Somewhere,
a farmer holds
a flaming torch
...............to set
more trees on fire.
HeÂ’ll have a smoking
patch of fertile soil
and for the rest of us,
a choking aerosphere.
By laurence82 posted on 1 October 2006
I am sensitive to banana
I am sensitive to bananas
They come in all shapes and sizes
The hard ones are not chewy
The soft ones bring no joy
The long ones are hard to swallow
The short ones makes you laugh
You will probably like a straight one
But I dont mind bent ones
Oh i am sensitive to bananas
Its all gooey in the end
By peebrain posted on 2 October 2006
The blue is a cloak
No one saw us, fingers entwined,
as we steer our raft into dreaming.
The blue is a cloak, sheltering us.
We count the stars, bright like our eyes.
This is summer, and summer is drunk
with wanting, agile as a happy fish.
Before us, the whole of the world is
perched on a golden branch, patient.
It is on a timeless quest, cresting
on the waves that sail our fates ashore
a sprawling beach, the pearl-wet
faceted in the dawning sun.
Come autumn, our lids, hazed from sleep,
count idle leaves, red and gold,
falling to home on a banner of winds
to the hearts that have creepered
around our red-brick hearth,
the fires swirling and churning to rest.
When the years turn full and wintry
I nuzzle your grizzled b.reast
and breathe the summer of eternity.
By expiringpoet posted on 6 October 2006
The Nature of Despair
An abandoned space,
Offering no warmth, there is only-
The taint of spilled beer
On the lipless walls,
The pollution of over-hasty excrement
Hanging in the air,
The promise of release in the drained syringes
lying exhausted on the floor.
A space so silent
You can almost hear
The whisper of your sanity sliding
out the space underneath the door,
Leaving behind madness,
With it's hungry gaping grin.
A cold clenches the lungs with angry fists. You canÂ’t
.....breathe. And all that is squeezed out of you in the end
Are sharp tears thick and portentous as a newborn babyÂ’s choked cries
As it enters our world.
By crimson soldier posted on 7 October 2006
I thought I left all of you behind
But all of you was some of me
I was singing a toast to this new freedom
Yet I struggle to keep past memories alive
Many will never have the luck
Yet some take it for granted
If I tried to care for you
you reminded me of my inadequacy.
Without you happiness is overrated
Only misery seems perfect
You took me to the top
then you pushed me off
I will be brave
Wish you luck and say my thanks
Loving you was the easiest choice
Moving on would be anything but.
By S-wordsman posted on 9 October 2006
There's Nothing I'm Afraid Of
The time has come
For you to go
Into the wild, wild world;
To grow your wings
Unfurl your sails
And dive for every pearl
YouÂ’ve come this far
To be this near
To promises so true;
So fly up high
And sail away
To seas and skies so blue
Remember child,
Remember well
The words you know by heart;
To make the difference
In this journey,
And make it from the start
The tools youÂ’ve gained
From years youÂ’ve trained
To be better than before;
And knowledge learned
From years youÂ’ve yearned
To wisen more and more
Pick up your step,
Breathe in fresh air,
Explore your own horizon;
Be first to respect,
Show dignity,
Success, be your destination
And if you feel
The whole wide world
Is coming down on you
Look up, youÂ’ll find
A helping hand,
To help you start anew
Never give up
Never give in
To failure and temptation;
Always look up,
Always live life
With endless good intention
Your time has come,
ItÂ’s time to show
The world what you are made of;
Unleash the wind,
Make rough the seas,
ThereÂ’s nothing youÂ’re afraid of.
By ironoxideman posted on 18 October 2006
End Game
Nagant,
you look so slick
down your barrel i stare
into your deepest chamber
i go searching for a flare
spun on impulse
your cylinder is filled
one lotus root of steel,
seven live babies
you dislodge one
from thy womb
fate you adopt
and chance too, the midwife
who delivers.
Nagant,
spun is the wheel
i strain against
the clockwise motion
till the hammer in place
puts a stop.
delivers my sentence
By DriftingGuy posted on 26 October 2006
The Fisherman (A Short Story)
There was once a fisherman who lived his life knowing only how to fish. Every morning he will get up early in the morning just so that he can have more hours to fish before he sleeps.
He desired having fish so much, he dreamt about it every single day. In his waking hours, all he can think about is fish, fish and more fish. His favorite fish is white pomfret which he dreams about almost every night
However, every time he casts his fishing rod, he only manages to get thrown out rubbish or at best a few shrimps.
He tried everything possible, from getting a better fishing rod, reading up on better fishing locations or better fishing times and yet to no avail.
This went on for quite some time. As time goes by, his desire slowly waned. He realised that there must be more to life than just fishes. Finally, after failing to fish for the last time, he stopped.
The fisherman decided try out other things. He learnt to ride a bicycle. He travelled around to places he was too busy to visit while he was fishing. He tried hiking, reading, mountain climbing and a whole host of other activities which he never tried before. He enjoyed doing all these things and when he tire of them, he discovered that there were always new things he havent tried.
Fishing was still his primary love. Yet as time passes, it became just an interest. And then, a distant memory.
Some time later, the fisherman decided to learn sailing as he has grown affection for the sun, the sand and the sea. He bought a sail boat and steered his boat northwards towards the shimmering sea.
After hours of cruising through the emerald waters and after that enjoying the sunset, the fisherman went back. As he left the gangway, he noticed a net caught by a hook onto the stern of his boat. With great effort, he removed the net and threw it on the floor. Within the net lies a great multitude of shrimps, groupers, bass and of course white pomfrets.
By DarkClouds posted on 8 November 06
The Drifter
And it rained on an autumn night
Cold winds blowing across the barren farmland
Animals kept in their pens
MothersÂ’ tales entertaining the young children
Came knocking on a door
A peculiar young man did
Clad in an old yellow raincoat
With a smile on his face
Good day to you young lass, he said
Would you mind me borrowing your fireplace?
The winds have chilled my bones
And I got no place I can call home
By ironoxideman posted on 8 November 06
midget tales (Story)
3 midget memories:
the stupid lil' kid is going up the escalator with his mother.On the right,from the escalator going in the opposite way, stupid lil' kid hears shouts of cheerful hellos, he sees another midget, he doesn't recognise him. The stupid lil' kid asks the mother who is that, the mother tells him its his friend... doesn't he remember? The escalator continues ascending, the jumping boisterous kid on the other side falls on the mechanical steps and starts bawling, the stupid lil' kid can't remember.
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the stupid lil' kid is sitting in the ballroom. theres a christmas party of sorts going on and somebody dressed as santa claus is coming in later. there are other midgets everywhere, the place is filled with christmas deco that someone has to clear up later.The stupid lil' kid is looking down at the table because the stupid lil' kid is alone -but not for long, some other brat comes and sits. The brat is with the parents, the parent fusses about its brat and then asks the stupid lil' kid, how old are you in standard pleasant condescending manner. The parent remarks to its brat, 'very small size'. The stupid lil' kid looks across the room. Later, santa claus,an old fraud starts handing out presents, the stupid lil' kid feels his package,a flat rectangle and can't imagine what it might be, but figures that its something special if its so enigmatic.
On the way home in the car, the stupid lil' kid opens his package and discovers a children's book of...a fairy tale with huge letters which he finishes reading in a minute.
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the stupid lil' kid is sitting in class. the class is dark,the projector is on and on it,is a transparency with a grammar exercise. The stupid lil' kid seems oblivious so the teacher calls him out. The kid comes back from the floating world and walks out slowly .Taking a marker from the teacher, the stupid lil kid approaches the machine and squinting at the incandescent glow he feels like he has just woken up. All eyes are on him, there is absolute silence in the classroom... he reads the question, "the class of pupils ____ reading in the library". Then answers without thought, 'is' . Like a rousing hive, the other midgets enter a droning chorus of 'nooooooo' almost before the teacher asks if the answer is correct. When the chorus fades away, the teacher delivers the grave news, the stupid lil kid standing by the projector,is correct. The stupid lil kid looks at the teacher. the teacher nods her head with an expression of obliging approval. the stupid lil' kid makes his way back to his seat right at the back feeling like he has cheated death. the lesson continues when he is seated.
By trueno86 posted on 10 November 2006
Care for a run?
You can't choose how you were born, but you can decide how you live before you're gone.
Millions may plough, only handful will harvest. Poor are always many times than the prosperous.
I will not stop running as long as I see posh houses, flashy cars, lonely old man curling on the bench, grey hair granny searching for empty cans.
I live for this life, not the next. You can't choose the starting point in a marathon, but you can decide when you want to hear the finishing horn.
When will that be?
