random once more
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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...
Sorry. Pardon my language.
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Randomness
Orderless
Put us in confusion
Sadness
Moodiness
Gives only fustration
Seriousness
Thoughtfulness
Our work's notion
Happiness
Cheerfulness
We live with satisfaction -
It's ok.Originally posted by trendz: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...
Sorry. Pardon my language. 
That's quite a confrontational piece I thought. Sounds like you had enough of entertaining delusions. -
Rather wise words.Originally posted by eagle:Randomness
Orderless
Put us in confusion
Sadness
Moodiness
Gives only fustration
Seriousness
Thoughtfulness
Our work's notion
Happiness
Cheerfulness
We live with satisfaction
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got ah beng version?Originally posted by eagle:Randomness
Orderless
Put us in confusion
Sadness
Moodiness
Gives only fustration
Seriousness
Thoughtfulness
Our work's notion
Happiness
Cheerfulness
We live with satisfaction
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Don't have cuz me not ah beng.Originally posted by InnoHippo:got ah beng version?
I came out with it at the spur of the moment -
wah so pro so culture. next time can ask u to help write love lettersOriginally posted by eagle:Don't have cuz me not ah beng.
I came out with it at the spur of the moment -
Know something, I don't hate it.
Great poem to read for poetry slam. -
By the way, are you feeling better now?
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Got a bit of Devil1976 in it.Originally posted by eagle:Randomness
Orderless
Put us in confusion
Sadness
Moodiness
Gives only fustration
Seriousness
Thoughtfulness
Our work's notion
Happiness
Cheerfulness
We live with satisfaction -
Originally posted by DeadPoet:Got a bit of Devil1976 in it.
I bs only -
Originally posted by eagle: I bs only
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but at least I made it rhymeOriginally posted by DeadPoet: 
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For poems like that, it's quite a good read. Mine... well.. it's more to about military these days, even though I'm not in NS yet. I just read up too much on WWI and WWII; especially The Battle of Paschendale.
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you mean mine?Originally posted by DeadPoet:Know something, I don't hate it.
Great poem to read for poetry slam. -
i like this.Originally posted by eagle:Randomness
Orderless
Put us in confusion
Sadness
Moodiness
Gives only fustration
Seriousness
Thoughtfulness
Our work's notion
Happiness
Cheerfulness
We live with satisfaction
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you mean mine?Originally posted by outlaw-2:For poems like that, it's quite a good read. Mine... well.. it's more to about military these days, even though I'm not in NS yet. I just read up too much on WWI and WWII; especially The Battle of Paschendale.
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erm... m i missing out something? which part of TS's poem is military?Originally posted by outlaw-2:For poems like that, it's quite a good read. Mine... well.. it's more to about military these days, even though I'm not in NS yet. I just read up too much on WWI and WWII; especially The Battle of Paschendale. -
no. outlaw's talking his own poem which is more military.Originally posted by tare:erm... m i missing out something? which part of TS's poem is military? -
Yes, yours.Originally posted by trendz:you mean mine? -
Resident Aunty, you are on the wrong channel lah.Originally posted by tare:erm... m i missing out something? which part of TS's poem is military? 