maybe it's me
maybe it's pessimism
maybe it's my perspective
see what i see.
maybe it's you
maybe it's being passive
maybe it's weariness.
hear what i say.
maybe it's us
maybe it's the things we did
maybe it's your perspective
sense what i feel
maybe it's forgoing
maybe it's choices
maybe it's destined
feel my heart,
maybe, it's not over
maybe, it's the end
and if it's ever meant to be,
will you let it be?
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
1/25/2009
1/16/2009
believe.
"When the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long
While you think that love is only
For the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snows
Lies the seed that seeks the sun's love"
Whatever that has happened this week became so imperceptible.
press on, this ephemeral moment,
and remember us at our best.
And the road has been too long
While you think that love is only
For the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snows
Lies the seed that seeks the sun's love"
Whatever that has happened this week became so imperceptible.
press on, this ephemeral moment,
and remember us at our best.
9/30/2008
hope
to recount a story, to spin a tale,
about a man who've became pale.
no words seemed apt, just some more ale',
for the story that's only a fairytale.
a thousand words, could never tell,
the chronicles that once dwelled.
just this feeling, is not enough,
to sum this up in a draft.
why tell 'em when it'll never heal,
cease all hopes in this ville.
but what was left, all alone,
is something,
that will never be known.
With you, i hope
for the better.
and fuck this seemingly vauge shit.
about a man who've became pale.
no words seemed apt, just some more ale',
for the story that's only a fairytale.
a thousand words, could never tell,
the chronicles that once dwelled.
just this feeling, is not enough,
to sum this up in a draft.
why tell 'em when it'll never heal,
but what was left, all alone,
is something,
that will never be known.
With you, i hope
for the better.
and fuck this seemingly vauge shit.
9/25/2008
Live your dreams.
From these 6 interesting lines (it is one sentence actually, but do you know why it became 6 instead?), here's what a friend wrote:
"To put things in adolescent view, one will grin at the end of the poem. Pure bliss shouldn’t be ignored. According to Aristotle, pleasure is something that perfects an activity. I deduce that the poem’s duality reflects on our lives, both the pleasure of seeking and losing oneself in love persona.
Contrary to popular belief, pure lasting love would last forever. But the poet has brought upon an interesting fact that one who longs for love very frequently, one who indulges in mindless love or surrendering himself to desires would not retain love long, for he/she has lost the meaning of love.
Trickling motion physically simply stands for erectile dysfunction. However, it can reflect on the rate how some of us realised how some potential love relation could or would turn out. Moreover, it does portray a certain fragile feeling through the usage of ‘softness’. More than just not being tardy and hardy, it can also insinuate how soft we are to the emergence of love when we feel it. It seems that the poet would like to note that we’re humans after all despite how strong or persistent we are to the idea of bad love.
A tongue and cheek take on love, the poem has its truth in today’s society where promiscuity has lead on the deteriorating meaning of ‘pure lasting love."
And with this,
Thank You, my Friend
For affirming what I really have
interest and passion for
Cause, dreams keep me alive
nearer to where i belong and who i truly am...
and stronger than before.
"To put things in adolescent view, one will grin at the end of the poem. Pure bliss shouldn’t be ignored. According to Aristotle, pleasure is something that perfects an activity. I deduce that the poem’s duality reflects on our lives, both the pleasure of seeking and losing oneself in love persona.
Contrary to popular belief, pure lasting love would last forever. But the poet has brought upon an interesting fact that one who longs for love very frequently, one who indulges in mindless love or surrendering himself to desires would not retain love long, for he/she has lost the meaning of love.
Trickling motion physically simply stands for erectile dysfunction. However, it can reflect on the rate how some of us realised how some potential love relation could or would turn out. Moreover, it does portray a certain fragile feeling through the usage of ‘softness’. More than just not being tardy and hardy, it can also insinuate how soft we are to the emergence of love when we feel it. It seems that the poet would like to note that we’re humans after all despite how strong or persistent we are to the idea of bad love.
A tongue and cheek take on love, the poem has its truth in today’s society where promiscuity has lead on the deteriorating meaning of ‘pure lasting love."
And with this,
Thank You, my Friend
For affirming what I really have
interest and passion for
Cause, dreams keep me alive
nearer to where i belong and who i truly am...
and stronger than before.
8/18/2008
the irony of Life.
this morning i woke up with a sigh
with all the pensive thoughts whriling in my mind.
many at times when i thought
the seemingly impossible wouldnt happen,
it cruelessly did it again.
all's too heavy to comprehend,
the constant perpetuated struggle,
all that's eroded away by time,
timeless yet temporal
be it the numbed feelings,
or the numercial defeats,
or the antagonized reel of life,
just let it go. now.
i woke up at 6am and I'm having FIT paper at 2pm):
with all the pensive thoughts whriling in my mind.
many at times when i thought
the seemingly impossible wouldnt happen,
it cruelessly did it again.
all's too heavy to comprehend,
the constant perpetuated struggle,
all that's eroded away by time,
timeless yet temporal
be it the numbed feelings,
or the numercial defeats,
or the antagonized reel of life,
just let it go. now.
i woke up at 6am and I'm having FIT paper at 2pm):
6/01/2008
to a friend.
I ask but one thing of you, only one,
That always you will be my dream of you;
That never shall I wake to find untrue
All this I have believed and rested on,
Forever vanished, like a vision gone
Out into the night. Alas, how few
There are who strike in us a chord we knew
Existed, but so seldom heard its tone
We tremble at the half-forgotten sound.
The world is full of rude awakenings
And heaven-born castles shattered to the ground,
Yet still our human longing vainly clings
To a belief in beauty through all wrongs.
O stay your hand, and leave my heart its songs!
5/11/2008
25/02/08
Love comes from the eyes that seek
through the ears that capture the inner voice
For people who are willing to abide,
And words make feelings clear.
Love comes with the hands that feel
With unbashed affection,
Where skin-to-skin's connection
Will maintain its true direction.
Love comes through the tastes
and smells of fresh and fragrance food,
For the gift of nourishment
It's much else that's good
But though love comes from these senses,
Love also comes from the Heart,
For those resides with the greater love
of which ours, is apart.
MMRK
through the ears that capture the inner voice
For people who are willing to abide,
And words make feelings clear.
Love comes with the hands that feel
With unbashed affection,
Where skin-to-skin's connection
Will maintain its true direction.
Love comes through the tastes
and smells of fresh and fragrance food,
For the gift of nourishment
It's much else that's good
But though love comes from these senses,
Love also comes from the Heart,
For those resides with the greater love
of which ours, is apart.
MMRK
4/19/2008
That i find it tough too
too let go, to move on
to carve a new path to seek a new route
this sea is too board, like the endless horizons
and i so faint at one far end
On the sands i saw your footprints
then you must have been here to look for me,
i know
Till i see you once more,
thats when i learn to walk a gazillion miles,
Without feeling so.
Connie T
too let go, to move on
to carve a new path to seek a new route
this sea is too board, like the endless horizons
and i so faint at one far end
On the sands i saw your footprints
then you must have been here to look for me,
i know
Till i see you once more,
thats when i learn to walk a gazillion miles,
Without feeling so.
Connie T
4/13/2008
The route not taken
I tried to look up this poem ages ago and hell yeh, found it. sharing this with all of you, esp my loved ones. i hope you guys know what i wish to convey.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Robert frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Robert frost
3/09/2008
family
i dont know when it all started
perhaps a decade, some times back
when i was still a toodler
feeding on milk, you hush me to sleep
then it all began
the fights, quarrels,arguments
filling us with hatred, agony, hurt
revolving the loved ones
i thought i was dreaming, i never saw it coming
i tried my might to stop these from happening
well i tell you my love
i ended up a whole lot lesser
again, this haunting past
didnt stop me from walking the path of future
perhaps it did, i treaded slowly
as your lies crumble down
a new life she will found
i dont know when it all started
perhaps a decade, some times back
hoping that one day,
i'll wake up from this terrible nightmare
perhaps a decade, some times back
when i was still a toodler
feeding on milk, you hush me to sleep
then it all began
the fights, quarrels,arguments
filling us with hatred, agony, hurt
revolving the loved ones
i thought i was dreaming, i never saw it coming
i tried my might to stop these from happening
well i tell you my love
i ended up a whole lot lesser
again, this haunting past
didnt stop me from walking the path of future
perhaps it did, i treaded slowly
as your lies crumble down
a new life she will found
i dont know when it all started
perhaps a decade, some times back
hoping that one day,
i'll wake up from this terrible nightmare
2/10/2008
the tenth year.
this book, this page, this hareball laid to rest.
between those sheets, these leaves, if pressed still bleeds.
a watercolour of the way we were.
those years: the fuss of such and such a day,
that disagreement and it's final word
your inventory of names, dates and times.
my infantries of tall, dark, handsome lies.
A decade on, now we astound ourselves;
still two, still twinned but doubled now with love.
and for a single night apart, alone,
how sure we are, each of other half.
this hareball holds its own.
let's give it now, in air, in light,
the chance to fade, to fold.
let's give it now, in air, in light,
the chance to fade, to fold.
here, take it from my hand,
and now, let it go.
1/28/2008
poignant regret.
dizzy yet pricey
floating up from the forgotten
the adrenaline that surged
You're never an arm's length
away from me
1/17/2008
1/02/2008
me.
i am who i am- none cares nor bothers
you forsake me like a memory lost
the self consumer of own woes-
you rise and vanish in own's might.
where the stillness of silence and scorn are,
where the living seas of waking dreams stood
there is neither sense of life nor joy.
even with the vast shipwreck of my life's hopes
with the dearest i cherished most in sight.
longing for scenes where man hath never trod
a place where woman never smiled or kept
there, to abide with my creator J
and sleep as i in childhood sweetly slept
untainted and undaunted where i lie.
the grass below, the vaulted sky.
you forsake me like a memory lost
the self consumer of own woes-
you rise and vanish in own's might.
where the stillness of silence and scorn are,
where the living seas of waking dreams stood
there is neither sense of life nor joy.
even with the vast shipwreck of my life's hopes
with the dearest i cherished most in sight.
longing for scenes where man hath never trod
a place where woman never smiled or kept
there, to abide with my creator J
and sleep as i in childhood sweetly slept
untainted and undaunted where i lie.
the grass below, the vaulted sky.
12/29/2007
10/24/2007
untitled.
pure lasting love last like an ugly
shrivelled dick so hard on
desire lasting shortly
while trickling
slowly into
softness.
shrivelled dick so hard on
desire lasting shortly
while trickling
slowly into
softness.
10/15/2007
the observer.
Scurried, off he went with his light and insignificant footsteps.
Avoidance, the best remedy to avoid conflicts, awkwardness and embarressment.
Discreet, that's what he's best at.
Seizing the right time, and thats being dramatic enough.
Love you, love them, that's who.
You know that love's more than a game just for two.
Little game, mighty game
Those who dont bide by the rules,
heart wrenching for you.
This skin-deep love,
That vast permutation, those predictable combination
excites some, while others detest.
Come and go
New and old
that's what it's truly about.
Sometimes he wishes that he has the power,
to call this superficial game off
where there is no true and real winner.
Avoidance, the best remedy to avoid conflicts, awkwardness and embarressment.
Discreet, that's what he's best at.
Seizing the right time, and thats being dramatic enough.
Love you, love them, that's who.
You know that love's more than a game just for two.
Little game, mighty game
Those who dont bide by the rules,
heart wrenching for you.
This skin-deep love,
That vast permutation, those predictable combination
excites some, while others detest.
Come and go
New and old
that's what it's truly about.
Sometimes he wishes that he has the power,
to call this superficial game off
where there is no true and real winner.
10/11/2007
moment.
hellogoodbye.
can someone offer me a bar of chocolates? we can munch on it, sitting down the chairs, along the busy streets as we watch the world spin by, with words kept within and all's still good.
yes, this moment.
a moment too late, a moment too long
a moment too fast, a moment too strong
moments that we've missed too much to tell
a moment's heartbreak, the moments mistake
a moment that was, the moments that aches
moments never felt so alive
its a moments long shot, the moments head rush
moments mistake, the moments thats past
moments that we've left those dreams we had
its a moment's romance, the moments slow dance
the moments missed chance, those moments at first glance
moments that tell you you're alive.
can someone offer me a bar of chocolates? we can munch on it, sitting down the chairs, along the busy streets as we watch the world spin by, with words kept within and all's still good.
yes, this moment.
a moment too late, a moment too long
a moment too fast, a moment too strong
moments that we've missed too much to tell
a moment's heartbreak, the moments mistake
a moment that was, the moments that aches
moments never felt so alive
its a moments long shot, the moments head rush
moments mistake, the moments thats past
moments that we've left those dreams we had
its a moment's romance, the moments slow dance
the moments missed chance, those moments at first glance
moments that tell you you're alive.
10/06/2007
the sentence.
Perhaps i can make it plain by analogy.
Imagine a machine, not yet assembled.
Each part being quite necessary
To the functioning of the whole:
if the job is fumbled
And a vital piece mislaid
The machine is quite valuless
The workers will not be paid.
It is just the same when constructing a sentence
But here we must be very careful
And lay stress on the extreme importance
Of defining our terms: nothing is as simple
As it seems at first regard.
"Sentence" might well mean to you
The amorous rope of twleves' hard
No, by "sentence" we mean, quite simply, words
Put together like the parts of a machine.
Now remember we must have a verb:
Verbs are words of action like murder, love or sin
But these might be nouns, depending
On how you use them
Already the plot is thickening
Except when the mood is imperative,
that is to say
A command is given like pray, repent, forgive
Except, as i was saying, when the mood is gloomy
i mean imperative.
We need nouns, or else of course
Pronouns; words like maid
man, wedding or divorce
A sentence must make sense.
Sometimes i believe our lives are ungrammatical.
I guess that some of you have misplaced the direct object:
the longer i live
The less certain i feel of anything i do
But now i begin
To digress.
Write down these simple sentences-
I am sentenced. I love: I murder: I sin
By Vernon Scannell. He's a poet who writes more about the dark side of human life.
Long poem i know. And this describes excatly how im feeling.
Imagine a machine, not yet assembled.
Each part being quite necessary
To the functioning of the whole:
if the job is fumbled
And a vital piece mislaid
The machine is quite valuless
The workers will not be paid.
It is just the same when constructing a sentence
But here we must be very careful
And lay stress on the extreme importance
Of defining our terms: nothing is as simple
As it seems at first regard.
"Sentence" might well mean to you
The amorous rope of twleves' hard
No, by "sentence" we mean, quite simply, words
Put together like the parts of a machine.
Now remember we must have a verb:
Verbs are words of action like murder, love or sin
But these might be nouns, depending
On how you use them
Already the plot is thickening
Except when the mood is imperative,
that is to say
A command is given like pray, repent, forgive
Except, as i was saying, when the mood is gloomy
i mean imperative.
We need nouns, or else of course
Pronouns; words like maid
man, wedding or divorce
A sentence must make sense.
Sometimes i believe our lives are ungrammatical.
I guess that some of you have misplaced the direct object:
the longer i live
The less certain i feel of anything i do
But now i begin
To digress.
Write down these simple sentences-
I am sentenced. I love: I murder: I sin
By Vernon Scannell. He's a poet who writes more about the dark side of human life.
Long poem i know. And this describes excatly how im feeling.
9/15/2007
connections.
i believe that this whole world is connected.
simple example, having eve knowing yonglin(t) is unexpected enough.
another one will be wensheng knowing jamie! im surprised.
these 2 examples are the extreme ones where by given their backgrd lives(schools attended, circle of friends, where they live and such), their paths shouldnt be crossed at all man.
spare some time looking into your friends' connections, you will get me.
where does the grey hair stand
floating up from the forgotten
cigarette between my fingers
why does it trouble me?
simple example, having eve knowing yonglin(t) is unexpected enough.
another one will be wensheng knowing jamie! im surprised.
these 2 examples are the extreme ones where by given their backgrd lives(schools attended, circle of friends, where they live and such), their paths shouldnt be crossed at all man.
spare some time looking into your friends' connections, you will get me.
where does the grey hair stand
floating up from the forgotten
cigarette between my fingers
why does it trouble me?
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