sometimes i wonder wad it takes to write a good poem... language, words or juz e truth in ur heart? sriously i cant say tat i write nice poems, but i must say i wasnt taught to write one ^^ so kinda trial error, go thru many things to _stand more things n tada! u get a nice poem. =) when i look back at myself. its amazing to see how much i've changed n grown. haha literally n methaphorically. hmmm when i think abt it i nv fail to realise how protected n spoilt i was in the past... now not saying i m not spoilt la.. but at least i learnt more to keep my mouth shut n hear wad others have to say =) even though i still prefer to live in my dream haha dreams of... x= i wun say ^^ wanted to blog stories of my make believes, but nahx... will consider again. now thinking of something to write a poem.. but then x= need inspiration. i thinkinggggg haha no image. so long no write poems hope e words can come out o(^-^)o any ideas of theme?? mayb i dun write good poems cos no one _stands them. they talk not my life directly u cant c... unless u look deep n _stand my view of things. haha abstract in its own form.. no its called.. Art ^^ my words r all so fantasy, they dun seem real although they r wad i feel. haha cos i still dreaming baa =P ppl juz tell me they r nice. i guess its juz cos of e way e words are.. but they see not e meaning. yet at e same time we all see ART with diff angles.. so u r not wrong neither can u b right. yup yup ^^ sll e meaningless images to u, is a haven to me. no matter how much ppl try to imitate, art is art, its always diff, so mayb we shldnt try n b like others cos u like e way they do things, but follo suit in ur own dreams.... ur own world.. =)


concrete floors of hidden pathways
the endless alley of mysterious life
fondless humans with heartless tones
all trapped in the circle of misinterpreted stones


dreams of fire and wishes of ash
like the fluttering of the many recalls
engraved in epitath the past will stand
no running away from the deaden sads


metal against e metal flesh
warning us of unforgettable facts
unable to escape e ridden ripper
out to catch the misled disciples


becos it was all a dream
let not the unknown escape
into sheol with truth inbed
till countless greens lay in peace


could u _stand wad i was trying to portray? haha mayb i also duno ^^ but then oh well. we all interpret different. cos u n me live different lives. call me weird for all i care, for u r not e first u can bet =) i love to talk in rhymes... i m not sayin i have gone thru more, but juz tat we all go thru things. i realise ppl all face many issues in life. so i wun complain abt mine. but live without regrets ba. face e consequences. b wad u r... not cos u wanna b better than others. dun live a fake life which u believe laid out for u.form ur own stones n blocks of bridges for ur own dreams. u r not selfish i assure u. cos we all only seek for our own happiness. soo =) dun regret. u say u wun now. but somehow deep inside... u wish differently n u act as though u dun care n act strong. but we all noe... u r not. so stop ur delusion... n carry on. sometimes life's better if u stay happy rather than depriving ppl of happiness n thinking tat being happy is a crime. i hate it when ppl dun wanna b happy, thinking tat being depressed is being very big n great.. who u kidding man! if so go somewhere else.. i wan my happiness u noe... dun drag us all down, ur friendly facade is heavy on me, ur faking kindness is weighing me... so lets not let it all b... but move on together in life. arent u sick of sadness... y not juz try to b happy for once... being childish may b a good thing...