Was talking to a friend online bout writing and blogging. Dug up some of my old poems and really want to keep them well.
Period: Sec 4-J1
1.
falling leaves from the old oak tree,
bear the memories carved deep in your hearts.
rooted to the ground
despite the stormy seasons.
Raking up the leaves,
like the never ending memories,
dreams of yesterday
coming true tomorrow.
A new day ahead,
brings us a thousand miles ahead,
walking in the sand,
leaving our footprints behind.
I always thought i was alone,
till i looked behind
realising that instead of one pair of footprints
there were about 5.
In the times where solitude came,
the candles lighted up my heart,
for me to see where i was going.
the flame that always melted the coldness in my heart.
2.
I ask you why,
you kept very quiet,
i asked you how,
silence again.
i ask you if i could leave,
you said its easier to survive.
I asked the lord for guidance,
and echo doesnt bounce back.
Now i understand that Faith does not exist in this world,
the lamp can never be fully lited up,
the wind would blow it out,
the glass shatters
the world tumbles
gravity pulls everything down.
My soul is playful,
running away from me as always.
i can't find it,
and neither can i be bothered too,
if it was never mine it would never return.
My only wish is to escape.
3. (this is damn morbid)
as the blastings shred through my mind,
darkness was what i felt
bloodshed ahead of me
Bright like the lightning
boomed like the thunder
And i stood alone all by myself
the rest were flat on the ground....
dead.4.
Its just the irony of life,to wish you were blind to the pain and sorrow,to wish that life was just so perfect.When I just want to cry,but you just had to leave me.When i just wanted to fly Up high,it just seems so impossible.When the sky seems so dark,where theres nothing called a rainbow.When I just needed you,Where were you?Left alone in a place so unknown.Where are the angels you promised me?
5.
Oh teacher, oh teacher.
Is that greek you are trying to teach me?
I am just a foreigner who just came out of lala land.
Oh teacher, oh teacher,
why do you seem to like the letters
x and y?
Are they the sacred letters of god?
Oh teacher of teacher,
Please translate what you are saying,
I really do not understand
because i am drifting back to lala land.
6.the withered rose
The rose has withered,
the petals have fallen,
There's nothing left
other than the thorns.
Leave,
for it doesn't exist anymore.
It doesn't glow under the moonlight
its lost its lustness of red.
Its dead.
Unknown period (about when I was 15/16?)
Hope
About what we all want...What is this shimmer we all await,
when the curtains of darkness fall upon us?
What is this ray that we all anticipate,
during this cold and terrifying storm?
What is this thing
that we all cling on to even at the brink of death?
But, does it really exist?
Death Of The Soul
Well, just feel this way…I'm dead,
inside me.
My heart shattered into a million pieces,
never to be fixed.
Do you hear the cry of my heart,
wanting love,
wanting happiness
that would never cross my path.
The soul trudges behind the body,
tired and weary.
Suicide
This is a girl’s poem after committing suicide…To whom could I tell my sorrows to,
on whose shoulder could I cry on?
Seventeen years is enough
to see the darker side of this earth.
Today is just yesterday's tomorrow,
that failed to bring more hope.
The people I called my friends,
shunned me when I was all alone.
No one there to
hear me shout within me,
and see me shed the silent tears.
I have swum in a pool of darkness
far long enough
than my little heart can stand.
They think they understand,
but in actual fact they don't.
Now it’s past the point of no return,
do not grieve,
do not mourn,
let me lie on a bed of white roses,
and return home to the lord.
My world of darkness
This is what I’m feeling now, somewhat suicidal too…Welcome to my world,
where everything seems dark,
where not even the sun can bring light,
everything you see is pitch black.
I'm held captive,
in the jail of my mind,
where silence is the language,
of my world.
The person inside her
It’s all about me faking my real feelings…They saw her smile,
bright and cheery,
every morning, everyday.
They thought she was the person they saw everyday.
She wanted to shout,
she wanted to cry,
The person inside her,
Wore a sad face under a mask of happiness.
The person inside her
knew that they were wrong,
The person inside her
wanted to cry out loud.
They saw her laugh,
they saw her grin.
They saw her as a happy girl,
who was bright and happy.
The person inside her
wanted to tell them they were wrong,
the person inside her just did not understand,
and wanted to tell them that was who she was.
the very person inside her
明天
生活的最终目的就是死。
岁月是残醋的,
在这世上生纯了十六年,
只看到了许多痛苦悲伤。
我就是无情,
我已经失去了知觉,
匆匆忙忙的过着生活,
也不知道自己在做什么。
你能告诉我吗?
生活到底是为了什么?
She
The first streaks of the morning sun
shone through the window,
Piercing her eyes sharply.
It reminded her of the angst, agony and hatred
burning inside her.
Like a fireball churning and churning,
exploding any moment soon.
Yet she still lay silently
as if waiting for her prey.
To be hurt many times by that carving knife
she is resistant to somemore hurt
and waiting to take her sweet
revenge.
幸福
幸福是设么?
我望着天空,
看到的只是黑黑的乌云。
心中突然有一股冷冷的感觉。
我领悟了,
我寻找多年的快乐,
其实是不存在的。
我感到很疲倦,
我累了,
不要再逼我走下这漫长的路。
我已经看透了着可恶的世界,
小时候所想象的世界,
是多么美丽啊!
但那只是天真的,
是虚假的。
我不相信永恒,
我不相信奇迹,
我的心已经死了。
啊,让我走吧!
It's yesterday once more.
Help me get out of
yesterday's tears
To embrace today with
smiles.
Why are my yesterdays
always filled with tears?
Yet you can get along life as though
nothing has happened?
Why can't i
forget about yesterday?
The yesterday that caused so much
pain in me.
Why
can't i just forget
the
agonising days?
I
hate looking back at the path i took,
And i
dread to look ahead,
for all
surrounding me
are
mountains,
hills and
valleys.
Storms surrounding me with black clouds hovering above me.
i look down and i see myself
threading on thin ice.
I am now just a few
inchesaway from the
ledge.
I wish i had wings to fly
out of the
hell i am in.
Where
love doesn't exist in my
dictionary,
where
happiness is just a stranger.
Where
solitude engulfs me,
where i can't find the
door to get out.
I am where everything is
crashing down on me
somewhere you have
never seen.
I chose to
get out of your life
you may never seem to
understand why.
Its because you don't know what i am
chained to
and i don't want you to be
trappedin this
dreaded maze like me.
I wish i could
leave the world
now.
The tears hidden
because of the raindrops falling on her face.
The pain so intense
that it numbs the heart.
Hidden within her
is yet another stranger.
Schubert's serenade strikes a chord
a familiarity that only the heart knows.
She knows this can't carry on anymore,
but the more she tries to pull away
the more the feeling doesn't leave.
It is the leaves of the past
that keeps the spirit going.
But she is,
losing herself.
Period (After Alevels)
the seashell's lament.
listen, to the soft sounds of the wind,
listen, to the shell sing.
the wave washes it ashore
only to pull it back to the depths of the seabed.
it cries, hoping not to be buried under the coarseness of the sand.
listen, to the shell's lament.
depression
the past was dark,
dabbling in fear and sorrow,
if angels had not extended their hands,
perhaps in heaven she would be now.
the present is uncertain,
surrounded by smoke and mirrors,
her reflection she does not recognise,
but she stands rooted amongst a storm.
the future she thinks not,
fumbling to get her foothold upon the dreams,
she sought to reach but too far high above they are,
residing within the castle in the clouds.
enjoy~~