Insomniac's post
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Sleepless nights, tossing & turning
befriended a pal, Insomnia's his name
You wish you do not know him
but you just cannot hide
He's became your best buddy
or rather, your worst enemy?
Drown yourself, drown your sorrows
in clubs, in pubs, in whatever you do
You live like a zombie, like most people do
Searching for a dream in a world so cruel
The sky to you is never bright
even though walking in broad daylight
Just like your feelings, a shade of blue
your heart, your soul, they're singing along too
As darkness conquers, curtains drawn
you feel a sense of comfort, if not, a soaring pain
Deep inside you know it well
Yes, your friend, he's here again... -
BEREAVEMENT
He sat alone,smoking his pipe,looking up the sky
mesmerized by the orange sunset
The sunset,a reflection of his sentiments
his mind would drift away with the orange beams
back to the days when she's still around
Good times were shortlived
She left this world while the sun was going down
The old man broke ties with the mirror
For the tears in his eyes he didn't want to see
it's been long since I've seen his face
Not till this morning when I finally did
He stood in front of the mirror
& gave me a tired smile
There we were,the old man & me
There we were,The Old Man-it's me. -
I used to feel the same way too. You know, even when the sun is burning hot, but I am feeling so cold inside.Originally posted by poetic_soul:Sleepless nights, tossing & turning
befriended a pal, Insomnia's his name
You wish you do not know him
but you just cannot hide
He's became your best buddy
or rather, your worst enemy?
Drown yourself, drown your sorrows
in clubs, in pubs, in whatever you do
You live like a zombie, like most people do
Searching for a dream in a world so cruel
The sky to you is never bright
even though walking in broad daylight
Just like your feelings, a shade of blue
your heart, your soul, they're singing along too
As darkness conquers, curtains drawn
you feel a sense of comfort, if not, a soaring pain
Deep inside you know it well
Yes, your friend, he's here again...
So cold to the extend that I wore thick jacket to cover myself, attracting curious looks from others. This guy must be crazy, they must be thinking, wearing so many thick clothings under the hot sun.
I really like this poem, well done, reflected many of my inner emotions.
Well, insomnia is my friend too.
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Originally posted by poetic_soul:
This is a good poem. Very descriptive, I can easily pictured an old man, alone, watching the sunset, thinking about his lost love.
BEREAVEMENT
He sat alone,smoking his pipe,looking up the sky
mesmerized by the orange sunset
The sunset,a reflection of his sentiments
his mind would drift away with the orange beams
back to the days when she's still around
Good times were shortlived
She left this world while the sun was going down
The old man broke ties with the mirror
For the tears in his eyes he didn't want to see
it's been long since I've seen his face
Not till this morning when I finally did
He stood in front of the mirror
& gave me a tired smile
There we were,the old man & me
There we were,The Old Man-it's me.
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The ending, I like this kind of surprises.
But just one question, last 3 lines, what makes the old man looks into the mirror again?
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Great poetry.
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Hey guys, thanks...paiseh, amateur stuff but i'm really glad you guys like them...
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I have written a part II of it but it's a real short one, an angel actually spoke to him in his dream & comforted him...thus the going back to face the world & himself.Originally posted by DeadPoet:This is a good poem. Very descriptive, I can easily pictured an old man, alone, watching the sunset, thinking about his lost love.
The ending, I like this kind of surprises.
But just one question, last 3 lines, what makes the old man looks into the mirror again?
BEREAVEMENT II
The angel asked,'Why do you cry?'
'Oh angel,can't help it,'I said,
'For my loved one, she died.
I know she'll be happy in heaven,
my tears i should refrain,
but the one who loves her dearly,
she had left behind...' -
Hmm...Originally posted by poetic_soul:I have written a part II of it but it's a real short one, an angel actually spoke to him in his dream & comforted him...thus the going back to face the world & himself.
BEREAVEMENT II
The angel asked,'Why do you cry?'
'Oh angel,can't help it,'I said,
'For my loved one, she died.
I know she'll be happy in heaven,
my tears i should refrain,
but the one who loves her dearly,
she had left behind...'
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This is something raw & coarse, but it reflects myself, in a daze most of the time, not sure where i'm heading to...or what the hell i'm doing...gd nite, or rather, gd morning...
UNSOUND
I'm like a bird
that needs an airplane
But I'm still flying, still flying
A fish that needs an air tank
Still swimming,I'm still swimming
Ocassionally I get shot down
From time to time, the bait gets me
A moment of folly
In exchange for a state of melancholy
The only difference in these instances is that
the bird got barbecued
& the fish got fried
but my ass is still stuck in this chair
Sitting here blabbering nonsense
That's perhaps the worst part
Living but not knowing what the hell you're doing
Immobile but your head has long
travelled thousands of miles away... -
Keep it up man , i can sort of empathise with you on the last 1 (unsound)Originally posted by poetic_soul:This is something raw & coarse, but it reflects myself, in a daze most of the time, not sure where i'm heading to...or what the hell i'm doing...gd nite, or rather, gd morning...
UNSOUND
I'm like a bird
that needs an airplane
But I'm still flying, still flying
A fish that needs an air tank
Still swimming,I'm still swimming
Ocassionally I get shot down
From time to time, the bait gets me
A moment of folly
In exchange for a state of melancholy
The only difference in these instances is that
the bird got barbecued
& the fish got fried
but my ass is still stuck in this chair
Sitting here blabbering nonsense
That's perhaps the worst part
Living but not knowing what the hell you're doing
Immobile but your head has long
travelled thousands of miles away... -
This happens sometimes, sad to say.
SUPERIORITY
I was eating at this crowded coffee shop
A well-dressed man was waiting to take over my table
Out of goodwill with friendly gestures
I gave my seat up before I could finish my meal
With no smile, no eye-contact
He simply shrugged, sat down & said nothing
His body language had done it all anyway
I had earlier dropped a piece from my plate
for a stray which happened to pass by
It looked at me & wagged its tail
Sometimes life disappoints
A supposedly superior being versus a pariah
The latter wins -
Heehee I think many people feel the same way.Originally posted by poetic_soul:This is something raw & coarse, but it reflects myself, in a daze most of the time, not sure where i'm heading to...or what the hell i'm doing...gd nite, or rather, gd morning...
UNSOUND
I'm like a bird
that needs an airplane
But I'm still flying, still flying
A fish that needs an air tank
Still swimming,I'm still swimming
Ocassionally I get shot down
From time to time, the bait gets me
A moment of folly
In exchange for a state of melancholy
The only difference in these instances is that
the bird got barbecued
& the fish got fried
but my ass is still stuck in this chair
Sitting here blabbering nonsense
That's perhaps the worst part
Living but not knowing what the hell you're doing
Immobile but your head has long
travelled thousands of miles away...
Including me.