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Hall of Inspirations 2007

DeadPoet
3 Jun 07, 07:25

Posted by Bluesky_Liz on 8 May 2007

Roleplaying

He's sitting here but when you talk
to him, he does not answer; his eyes
hardly blink, his mouth hangs open;
on our television, the warrior
that he named after himself slays
dragons, trolls and evil wizards
in our living room; only his hands
twitch, they become his brains,
the controller becomes his nerve
center; he is here and not here
because he's in there, in that world
someone else created for those
who prefer fantasy over chores.
DeadPoet
3 Jun 07, 07:26

Posted by LazerLordz on 9 May 2007

Slumber

He lies, arms akimbo
Face deep in slumber
A waft of wind, unlike in the snow
blows around the little toddler.

His mother carries
a bag of wisdom
bound in color
dressed like black berries

For she has not seen
her husband
in Yangzhou
for half a decade, since.

The books pile up
as she walks in
she reads to him aloud
so that a good school
may take him in.
DeadPoet
3 Jun 07, 07:29

By LazerLordz posted on 25 May 2007

An Ode to Krispie

Little brown doughnuts
Baked by fingers worn
Kneaded with lingering warmth
In the sun that lies on her back

Bloodrush
A queue turns nasty, hissing.
Sugarrush
Two kids fight in a parking lot
of a Singaporean school .
Some crumbs decorate the earth
Lies caked in the sun.
Drying.
Dried.

But one Krispie finds
the one true path to salivation.
In the atomic hands of its love,
who gives unto another beloved?
Little irradiated doughnut.
DeadPoet
3 Jun 07, 07:30

Posted by binarynwitz on 27 May 2007

The Modern Soul

There was a time
When doors stayed unlocked
But this age isn't as kind.

The once green fields of vast horizons
Now only wastelands of mechanical pollution
How could they have called this improvement?

Where there was once the gentleness of sand
There is only the coldness of cement
I walk, in sadness and lament.

I once sat on the branches of the oak tree
Admiring the clear sky, enjoying the clear air
Now, only thing left common is me.

We move in an age so fast
The old, the weak, the disabled are left behind
Kindness, a monument of the distant past.

So here is the modern soul
Crying out to preserve our Earth bestowed
Crying out to preserve our heart, once gold.
DeadPoet
3 Jun 07, 07:30

Posted by outlaw-2 on 28 May 2007

REMNANTS

A hand; stretching out for me,
I grasped it; only to be a marionetteÂ’s,
Chains; rusty that screamed tetanus,
Cuffed; firmly to my ankles.

A syringe; used and discarded,
Blood; dried and rotting
Wounds; open and infected,
Body; feverish.

A window; I viewed through it,
Devastation; I saw failed copies of myself,
Frustration; I huddled to one grimy corner,
A whip; forcing me to stretch out my arm.

Blood; my life force extracted,
Breaths; each one heavier than before,
Vision; blurred,
Conversation; slurred.

A yank; I woke up,
A hand; doused in blood,
I grasped it; but was shoved away,
I stumbled; stepped on countless times.

A howl; I wept,
Tears; in a form of blood,
Pain; surged throughout my body,
Time; a day has passed.

Â…Hellena ScarlatinaÂ…
DeadPoet
3 Jun 07, 07:31

Posted by peebrain on 30 May 2007

Interval

from the interval
breath escapes,
in swift pursuit, light.
a blank expanse folds into
itself in longing.

blanket your eyes.
they must learn to cry
in the disappointment
of light. too little, too much.

upon the cold pale sneer
of moonlight
raise your cheek,
drink the rain like cold beer,
dagger your stomach
like a half-blooded hangover.

faces decaled on colourless
acrylic. pinched, pallid.
these are shadows undiscarded
when you exit stage left.

tomorrow another coat
leaves the rack,
entwines itself around you.

supple as a lie,
warmer than desire.

in spite of its soft cheek
you plaster hope
on battle-scarred gravel,
each scrape wishing it would catch.
DeadPoet
3 Jun 07, 07:31

Posted by peebrain on 30 May 2007

As is

It is as elemental as the air we breathe.
The mere utterance of its solemn psalm
brings not reassurance, nor depth nor anchor nor port;
in fact it brings poor relief to both subject and conveyor.

But it is as elemental as the air we breathe.
A spoon struck against a crystal glass,
a piercing ring through a forbidding gloom.

The mere utterance of its unbidden psalm
is not a plea, or a half-hearted demand.
A cup runneth over, it demands to be sung
like the melody it is always meant to be:

at times, redolent in ascending thrills,
at times, swollen in the valley of sorrows,
suspended on a tension of toil and time,
but never on a standstill, only an exacting pause

like the air we breathe, undeniably elemental:
Full in its complicity, though steadfastly true.

A blank between parentheses,
a prayer aloft on angel wings. It just is.
Who alone will enter here? Every one and no one.
Though it brings poor relief to both subject and conveyor
it is as elemental as the air we breathe; take it, as is.
DeadPoet
3 Jun 07, 07:32

Posted by outlaw-2 on 31 May 2007

Fragile

Who am I?; Raquel Schmidt,
What am I?; a human being,
How did I?; I can never reason why I survived,
Why do they?; years ago, my parents died.

My body; frail and weak,
The cause; the Chernobyl blast,
Temperature; abnormally freezing,
Conversation; moaning and wheezing.

Warmth; scalding and painful,
Blood; dribbling in cupfuls,
Operation; one after another,
I felt; like a puppet.

Hellena; I saw in my dreams,
Telling me; a hint about what was ahead,
Swastika; slipped away from my sight,
Fear; struck from inside.

Reverberations; haunting, screaming,
Atmosphere; grimy, unsanitary,
The place; I have been to,
A voice; I thought I knew.

I turned; a girl stared at me,
I swore; I knew her name,
Tessa; a long lost friend,
Wait; or was it more than that?

Determined; I tried to sit up,
Belts; prevented me from moving,
I mouthed; Tessa, I am here,
No reply; I fear.

Whispers; I heard,
Tessa; was experimented,
Coma; she fell into,
I swear; over my soul onto.

Six years; was her slumber,
Ironically; I managed to recover,
Blank eyes; Tessa possessed,
Grey eyes; I acquired.

Memory; I began to remember,
1993; the exact year I first saw her,
Location; a specific park,
The place; it was never dark.

A Katzbalger; I grasped,
Clothing; I wore it,
A Mauser C96; I clenched,
Tessa; please remember me.

For one reason; I am all alone,
I do not want to lose; anyone I knew,
For all I am; I am still fragile,
Tessa Schneider; please recognize me.

Â…Raquel SchmidtÂ…
oceanic
29 Jun 07, 10:57

I miss the days of innocence love, of purity....
I miss those days when I sat by that particular spot and ponder about life
There's so many things I miss in life
Yet I know some were just never meant to be
No matter how short-lived it was.
I miss every bit of what I had been through.
Every moment, every single tear drop and happiness
It reminds me of how cruel and beautiful life can be.

I miss, I've missed and I keep on telling myself..
Don't miss it again.....
DeadPoet
1 Jul 07, 01:18

Posted by binarynwitz on 7 June 2007

I just don't know.

The clock strikes thirteen
As I lie on the bed
Dreams undifferentiated from reality.

What was once real
Now became ashes
Burnt up in the incineration of time.

I didn't sleep, but cried.

The clock strikes fourteen
As I lie on the bed
My tears like the stream.

Her promises
Like ghostly echoes
Crept slowly into my dreams.

Reality never felt so unreal.

The clock strikes fifteen
As I lie on the bed
The torment never ending.

The heartless wind kept blowing
Blew away not my sorrows
But my sanity.

The world that once was, will never be.

The clock strikes twelve
As I woke up
Wondering, did I sleep?

Reality never felt like this
It wasn't what it used to be
This reality is what it shouldn't be.

And I closed my eyes, ready into the land of dreams.
DeadPoet
1 Jul 07, 01:19

Posted by binarynwitz on 7 June 2007

In grey.

As I set upon the empty tiles,
I remembered your gracious style,
Your dancing grace.
Now, only encapsulated in grey.

I see your steps,
freely gliding,
across the floor.
Now, only encapsulated in grey.

It was so long ago,
Everything has changed,
Yet why hasn't my memories faded,
But only encapsulated in grey?

I regret,
For the million things I could have done, but didn't.
But now, it's all too late.
Every thing's encapsulated in grey.

And everything remains grey...
DeadPoet
1 Jul 07, 01:21

Posted by binarynwitz on 7 June 2007

The glass of wine.

First glass
I downed it with ease
My sorrows withstanding

Ah, the intoxicating.

Second glass
I stumbled a bit
But it was worth it.

I wanted to be numb.

Third glass
I downed it again
Yet still feeling my pain.

Why isn't it strong enough?

Fourth glass
I never wavered
Still I was awake.

Why can't I just drop dead?

Fifth glass
I hesitated
And took the bottle instead.

Now, please let me drown myself dead.

But no. I'm still awake.
DeadPoet
1 Jul 07, 01:22

Posted by binarynwitz on 7 June 2007

The metal of cold

Memories consume
As I lay confused
I knew this was long overdue.

I tried picking myself up again
To simply end the pain.
Yet it just wouldn't fade away.

So I took out the blade
Felt its welcoming edge
I pictured myself in the rain.

The moment the cold metal touched my flesh
I felt the rain
Washing my pain away.

Blood across my flesh
The rain has stopped
Now I lay, like a drenched waste.

The red
Embraced me with a wave
And then, I start at it again.
DeadPoet
1 Jul 07, 01:23

Posted by binarynwitz on 8 June 2007

I walk wearily on the road,
Of distant memories,
Of the inevitable change.

You swept me off my feet,
With your magic whispers,
And brough me back on,
With your gentle hand.

The wind of change blows,
As I stand alone in the dark night,
Not knowing where to go.

Now I walk down the lane,
Thinking of what I've let go,
Hoping to find strength to love again. (Thinking about the nights we had)

You were the all that I had, (All the warmth that I had)
You were the dreams of my life. (The soul of my soul)

As the wind of change blows,
My tears flowed.
All the love that I couldn't let go.

Now I walk down the lane,
Thinking of what I've let go,
Hoping to find strength to love again. (Thinking about the future we had)

You were the all that I had, (All the colours that I had)
You were the dreams of my life. (The painter of my world)

And so as the rain falls,
I stay alone,
Drenched and no where to go.

You once told me,
I would love you forever.
But now you say,
The love is no more.

So as the wind of change blows,
My sorrows unfold,
I sink below.

Now I walk down the lane,
Thinking of what I've let go,
Hoping to find strength to love again. (Thinking about the love we had)

You were the all that I had, (All the joy that I had)
You were the dreams of my life. (The princess of my love)

And as the wind of change blows,
I stand in the world sorrowed.

And as the wind of change blows,
I stand in the world, sorrowed.

And as the wind of change blows...
DeadPoet
1 Jul 07, 01:23

Posted by LazerLordz on 11 June 2007

You

I know you.
A glance, a steal
of a head.
That familiar voice.
Those brown eyes.
They sing to me
and dance with me.

Little by little you slip
into my head.
Where catatonia keeps
me bound, not asunder.

You looked
and I gazed.
The tango of fates;
that chiaroscuro
between you and I.

Your presence graces
my unfailing soul.
And the sunset lives on
to speak of our silence
and coded existence.

It's you.
Just you.
DeadPoet
1 Jul 07, 01:24

Posted by binarynwitz on 12 June 2007

The Song of Longing

Our once-common song choirs,
This time of lamenting melody.

I stand on the rocks,
High above the rest of humanity,
Searching for your fading presence.

The melody sings my longing,
The pasture cries my agony.

The song of longing,
Still going,
I wandered among the empty.

Oh God, please bring her to me,
For she is the one that completes me.

Your love now like a fable,
Yet no matter how feeble,
I never wavered.

My illusions still standing,
The storm still blowing.

I lost myself in the wind,
As it carried me away,
Bringing not peace but still agony.

Still I write my songs,
Still hoping you would again be next to me.

Still I want thee.

And still I want thee...
DeadPoet
1 Jul 07, 01:25

Posted by binarynwitz on 12 June 2007

The Chorus of the Night

Do you hear
The chorus of the night
So resounding!

I sing while sorrowing
Can you save me from reality
Or will you be like the rest of the entirety?

Once again
I stand in the dark
Feeling worse than what I really am.

Just one more time
I wish to relive the memories
Please stop my bleeding!

The same night
The same chorus
But why is it unlike the memory?
DeadPoet
1 Jul 07, 01:26

Posted by binarynwitz on 12 June 2007

Old tree

By the old tree
The promises of thee
Echoing through the very depths of me.

We used to dance
In this golden dust
Day to dusk.

Now the chorus of the night sings
And the song of longing
And my own melancholy melody.

The leaves rustled along with the wind
Whispering to me the truth so wintered
Now I stand, withered.

I sat on the branches of old
Feeling the wind so cold
Wondering, where did you my warmth go.

Lonely
Miserably
I stand among the empty.

Like the old tree.
DeadPoet
1 Jul 07, 01:27

Posted by beavan on 13 June 2007

and into the depths i sail, with hand over heart.
i plunge deep, pouring forth my agony.

to this day i hurt,
to this day i heal.
to the day i reveal,
the one for real.

i yearn,
i cry,
i bitch,
i die,
i call,
i wish,
i dream,
for a world so perfect
in an imperfect world.

what overcame me?
one can only ask.
to choose the route
that leads to the end.

into the depths i sail.
ah, ahead of me
a neverending quest.

a quest of love,
a quest for hate.
a quest of one,
a quest for one.
DeadPoet
1 Jul 07, 01:28

Posted by ChingAlvin on 22 June 2007

Who am I?

Contemplative, forlorn, my naked mind,
Phony front, deception, even oneself,
As mesmerizing roses, drawing minds,
Gorgeous deception, dwelling thorns reside.

Chameleon, environs alteration,
Oneself, situation alteration,
Changes when changes occur,
Traits within traits concurred.

Persona, creation, a play,
Situations, a set, the men,
Scenes change, along I play,
Elements, creations, in hand

Who am I, IÂ’m just a coy!
Dummies fit, for different plays.
DeadPoet
21 Oct 07, 01:18

Posted by ironoxideman on 8 July 2007

Untitled

its another ugly day
laughs
thinking how close tears are
to happiness and pain
another ugly day
(hahahaha)
reaches for the phone and turns away
(blah ahahaha and its nothing to talk about)

it is a nice place
and full of good people
but i'm just cursed...

i love you all Bye Bye.

another ugly day
(hahahaha)
sits up on the chair and goes out the door

starts the car
hits the highway
and hesitates...
a nice car
because it is a very nice car,
and a shame to waste it.
DeadPoet
21 Oct 07, 01:20

Posted by binarynwitz 31 July 2007

For Ann

IÂ’ve never done anything wrong, never sinned.
Yet why do things happen this way to me?

I thought by being a good person,
I would have good things happening to me.
Yet everything good that happened to me never lasted.

ItÂ’s as if I donÂ’t belong.
I tried holding on,
But the more I try, the harder it is to hold on.
And in the end,
It doesnÂ’t even matter.
I had to fall,
And lose it all.

I went to church every Sunday,
Prayed sincerely to our Father.
I asked but one thing in return,
Father, please make my good days last.

Have I not prayed enough?
I tried so hard to hold on,
Yet Fate seems to have me under his thumb,
Playing with me as if I was a doll.

Still I didnÂ’t give up.
I believed fate is in my hands,
Yet again and again,
The things I really loved slipped through my very own hands.

As I watched him fell,
ItÂ’s like nothing else that I ever felt.
ItÂ’s like IÂ’m the one falling.

I thought it would finally last,
But again it seemed like another of FateÂ’s tricks.
It slipped through my hands,
Fell before my very eyes.

Why did it have to end this way?

- Dedicated to Ann, King Kong.
DeadPoet
21 Oct 07, 01:21

Posted by binarynwitz 3 August 2007

Today's ending

Like an inferno
Magically shackled

Like the eve of hurricane
Slowly strengthening

Mockery, from the eyes of arrogance
Disdain, from the flawed perfection

Tonight, yet another suppression
Tomorrow, I wonder what will happen

The cure
I've felt the blades before

Its coldness
Not unlike my perceived outer

A welcoming
I can hear it with my ears

If nothing
I found the cure on Earth

If anything
I see my distorted reflection

If everything
I know this will be the ending.
DeadPoet
21 Oct 07, 01:40

Posted by trendz on 2 August 07

random once more

Just wait and see.
You're were once free,
but now you allow yourself
this huge stone of f*cking emotions
tied to your feet.
All because you yearn for love and to love.
And you think that's love.

All of you said you would wake up.
You, you and you.
f*cking people.
You never did wake up.
I don't wanna mourn for you.
Now who the f*ck cares if I ever did.

I feel sorry for you.
I don't know what will it take
for you deluded lovelorns to arise from
your seemingly paradisal enchanted slumber.
Yes, XXX (self) will never understand you.
Yes, you think XX's a pile of bullsh*t.
Oh, note to self.
You don't owe another person a living.

You think this is love.
Let me tell you;
you know nothing about love.
Absolutely nothing.
You think it's all bliss,
oh, sadness, hurt, sorrows, devastation...
I'm your detractor.
No, it ain't a case of sour grapes.
I'm over and done with what's called love.

It's making me sick.
God made people to fall in love,
I admit I did.
But I'm resisting, cause it yields nothing..
Nothing but shrapnels of piercing, blooded anguish..
No, it ain't a case of once bitten twice shy,
or extreme pessimism.
To hell with unconditional love.
You're not so f*cking noble.
No one is. Save your bullcrap.

I'm not a hypocritical jerk.
I tell it straight to your f*cking face.
Like how blunt and tactless you are to me.
I'll shove the cold, hard truth right up your f*cking face.
Whether you have the mental capacity to accept and decipher
these words is another case altogether.
Nah, it's never schadenfreude.
Cause there's no malice or vile.

No, it ain't angst, or bottled-up emotions.
Tell me if I'm a 3 year old writing sh*t.
I don't have a mind of a deluded fool.
I ain't a deranged hysterical sod.
I'm utterly sober.
I'm perfectly normal.
Thrust a spear through my heart;
I bleed. Like you, like everyone.

Pleasures of the flesh is an understatement.
Love's a cardinal sin.
And what about our parents' love?
Now, may I ask whose life is this,
living in & breathing in you?
Yours, entirely yours.
And you thought you had full control over it.
You're dead wrong.
Be it secularism or atheism;
We don't belong to this world from the start.
Cause from life to death;
we're nothing but dust...
DeadPoet
21 Oct 07, 01:43

Posted by binarynwitz on 8 August 07

Secrets

Dedicated to both Jay and Xiao Yu in "Secrets".

Secrets, laid beneath the melody,
A note, a key.
It's destiny, it is.

Twenty years, a mere blink,
It did not deter her from loving,
Only from returning.

Fate plays a cruel game, it seems,
Just as all melodies would cease,
She soon slipped back into her reality.

They were the right people,
Just in the wrong timings,
I wonder, how could that be?

The old piano standing,
Its destruction pending,
It seemed like the ending.

The old piano's final sing of hasty keys.
He embarked on his voyage of love, of no returning,
Did he fail, or succeed?

A hundred and eight steps,
A small peek,
An eternal love story.