All forms of loneliness
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A lighthouse in the middle of the ocean
All the maidens would only go for glisten
I'm not a twinkle
But could you spare me a little cycle?
An island in the middle of nowhere
Any chance of a seeker are rare
The ocean pulls me under
The silence tears me asunder
To the cold palace I wander
A rose in the snow
Only me in the vast will glow
Withered through the autumn
Only to meet the winter
A feeling that will only get wider
A wall left unscribbled
A puzzle left riddled
A rope left hanging
A chair there standing
A columbarium of hope
Perched on top of this slope
I'm a step away from falling
The fibres on this rope are pulling
Why is my angel in concrete?
Why is her whisper so discrete?
Never graced by her presence
Can I afford more patience?
There is still desire and craving
A hope inside to get a little loving
To try and see through my own pretending
The same reasons I wrote these wordings....Written in my very very ulu military camp
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A few poems coming together, To form one complete picture, Of a young man in wonder, When he will be home for New Year? :)
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Go sleep lah .......
Cant get to sleep ......
Perhaps, something still needs to done first ....
Maybe that something can wait till tomorrow .....
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Originally posted by DeadPoet:
A few poems coming together,
To form one complete picture,
Of a young man in wonder,
When he will be home for New Year? :)
hmm...now give comments must be in poetry form too??
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Hi death! How are you? Really so bad in your very ulu military camp ah?
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Hippo, what talking you? *take out cane to spank Hippo backside*
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Originally posted by DeadPoet:
Hi death! How are you? Really so bad in your very ulu military camp ah?
Not so bad lah, just ulu very sianz...bus fare very exp and booking in on public holidays is a nightmare becos only one bus and need to compete with foreign workers and others booking in....
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Hmm. Understand. Reminds me of Bus 960.