V (4 May 2008)

Just let me talk to you once more,
I missed the voice of which I fell for,
The deep conversations we always had,
I guess it's gone, it's just too bad.

I wonder if the time had taken,
Or maybe I am just broken,
Not trying to be any doubtful,
Anyone can be forgetful.

I am simply being curious,
Then again this will be hilarious,
Or maybe I just misunderstood,
It is possible, that it could.

And now, myself I have confused,
You can call this self-abused,
To think with such great thoughts,
But all my actions tied in knots.

In the end who's to lose?
I am the one with the ticking fuse,
Everything for me has a time,
Skip a moment and it becomes a crime.

Should I really continue to try?
Or watch the clock as time flies by,
And question every moment of it,
Finding answers which does not fit.

Who am I to joke and kid,
From this very hole of which I hid,
I am not brave; not more, not after,
We are slipping apart, I figure.

Dominos (17/04/2008)

Consequences: reactions from plastics,
Little rectangles placed side by side,
There is nothing catatrophic,
It is only a smooth ride.

Dominos toppling onto each other,
Building up during the chain,
Increasing as it goes further,
But what else is there to gain?

Dominos make up the whole set,
People make up the person,
Even though you don't know, I bet,
Consequently; the dominos will worsen.

There were many prophecies,
Which I believe were fantasies,
But this is not a simple abstract,
The meeting of four is surely a fact.

Does this even matter?
I doubt it gets better.

Dark Change (15/02/2008)

I've grown bitter over the days,
A bit more darkness I must say,
I've changed back in some ways,
And yet I wish I will not stay.

I try to find things to laugh at,
I am getting worse at doing that,
Remind me of the bench I once sat,
Accompanied by a filthy rat.

I am losing interest from the heart,
Pieces once built now torn apart,
I am going back to the very start,
Popping bubbles with a dart.

I know I cannot answer one question,
But in my mind there is a notion,
About this present depression,
It is nothing but a commotion.

The Front Cover

Rush (20/01/2007)

Ready before the run,
Understand before done,
Stance had begun,
Having a dash for one.

Ran Doom (13/01/2007)

Ever had a sudden spark,
In the dark,
And suddenly it goes out,
Nowhere about.

Ever had a sudden block,
By a rock,
And suddenly it allows you,
To go through.

Ever had both at the same time,
Like this rhyme,
Totally make no meaning,
Though quite pleasing.

With a beating heart,

The Turning Point (31/12/2007)

Why do I watch the time go by,
With nothing but a silent sigh,
On the day before a new,
Where the moments are a few,
As they fly through the open sky.

As both hands upon a face meet,
Raise your glass with drinks of sweet,
Within the crowd I hear a cheer,
A mess of sounds which is not clear,
Giving out an awkward heat.

I can feel the bass in my heartbeat,
I can feel the vibrations beneath my seat,
The flashing lights from different spots,
Lasers forming colourful dots,
It all would have been quite neat.

Music streams through and I hear,
As each one dances with a dear,
At the stands with a glass in my hand,
The taste of my drink feeling bland,
As I welcome the new year.

Midnight comes within the range,
I guess it is time for me to change,
A resolution to be made,
And many things to be said,
Change starts now and old will fade.

The Writing Job (30/12/2007)

This poems of which I write,
My inspiration, my work of art,
They may not be that bright,
Joined together with a single part.

I choose the way the story goes,
Follow it if you really must,
But do not believe in the prose,
Because you cannot really trust.

I will tell you a little hidden,
One which I try not to share,
Truly it is considered forbidden,
So you should handle it with care.

With this secret you are going to rob,
Keep this one thing in your mind,
The thing is I what I call a writing job,
Something which you will soon find.

Open your ears and carefully hear,
So this thing will not be amiss,
Here it goes and try not to fear,
There is an ambiguity in this.

Jumble of Letters [Experimental] (29/12/2007)

L O O K I
N T O M Y
F A C E I
W I S H I

C O U L D
S M I L E
A G A I N
I T H I N

K I S T I L
L C A N L
O S I N G
T H E M E

A N F R O
W N S H O
U L D I D
O I T R E

A L L Y N
O W C A N
I R E A L
L Y D O L

I K E L Y
F O R A Y
E A R I G
A V E I T

A S H O R
T T E S T R
U N L O C
K E D

I N S I D
E S T R A I G
H T J A C
K E T

Poetic Memory (29/12/2007)

Let's get back to the start,
Before we had to part,
Before the creation of my art,
Before the beating of my heart.

With analogy and metaphors,
I had opened up many doors,
Kissed upon the many floors,
Dug inside the many cores.

Oxymorons inserted inside,
Visibility in the place of hide,
Dress upon the groom of bride,
Humility hidden within the pride.

To create a poem so discrete,
As though it is incomplete,
With lines which itself repeat,
Not even as hard as concrete.

I tried to do it direct,
I tried to bring up the subject,
I tried to make it perfect,
But now I can only reflect.

My pencil in between my fingers,
Much like a choir of singers,
Upon the lined paper it lingers,
Much like a pair of stingers.

Rope Burns (28/12/2007)

Hold on tight,
Just hold on,
The end is bright,
Not gone.

He feels the rope burn in his palm,
Yet he grips tight, peaceful and calm,
It is not a matter before something snaps,
And then he will fall down, collapse.

Pain is nothing,
Just the pain,
I don't.. something,
Not again.

He is holding on strongly to the rope,
He is not just grasping onto hope,
Because if he do let go he will fall,
As there is not a single wall.

Guess there...
There is air,
All round me,
Not that I can see.

If he lets go now he would surely drop,
And there would be nothing to stop,
But what would happen is not predicted,
Though that option is not restricted.

Proverb II (27/12/2007)

Curiousity killed the cat,
Do not believe that,
Because I did it,
With one hit.

Random I (26/12/2007)

Written like a book,
But don't judge it by its look,
Crooked like a hook.

Few seconds to go,
This is taking really slow,
I wish I could know.

Speaking with a voice,
Even if it was my choice,
Making only soft noise.

Giving it a close,
This really very strange prose,
So before it grows.

The Eclipse (25/12/2007)

The sun, she dances behind the full moon,
In the early of the afternoon,
As the shadow blankets the entire ball,
Creating an imaginary wall.

The moon, she gains all the attention.
While the people scream out for protection,
As though both orbs have joined as one.
As the moon have stolen the sun.

The day, she turns to night without light.
Curiosity takes a look at the sight,
Dark circle bound by a bright ring,
And no one has seen such a thing.

The people, they run around in panic,
The word of doom spreads like toxic,
Within the crowd, causing chaos to blend,
As they yell about the upcoming end.

The time, it passes by all these while,
Though there is nothing on the dial,
After minutes, the sun slowly emerge,
The people were never on the verge.

Linked Chess (24/12/2007)

It might be unexpected,
But everything is connected,

I have thought about it,
There is an analogy best fit.

Life is like a game of chess,
With three two pieces no more no less.

Each person is a simple game,
But no two boards play the same.

There is nothing much to prove,
As one by one both sides move.

A constant battle between two sides,
Piece by piece, each one slides.

But the very thing is this,
Consequences will not go amiss.

As each step will affect,
Depending on what you select.

No positioning is wrong,
Games can be short or long.

Nothing to be said,
When the game is played.

Putting in a lot of thought,
For when the game is fought.

And the game ends with a mate,
And that will be your fate.

Digits Till A Hundred (24/12/2007)
 

 What are they?
Of that             they say
Many symbols of such,
Making            so much,
In that              one way

  It has             no live,
Cannot            survive,
And yet they do a lot,
               Starts             from naught, 
         Up till             twenty-five.

And it                      goes on,
Never's                     it gone
Much like a simple chain,
Running down a long lane,
 Until the end of dawn

      During the           journey,
  There       is         no key
       It goes        on     timeless,
        It is              very priceless,
        Moving                  up to fifty.


Still going one way,
    Forever              to stay
        Always                    here,
    Never                  clear,
   In the end of the day.

Won't give up a bit,
   It won't                  quit,
Just going by along,
       Nothing                 wrong,
       3quarter                      of it

             Till the end of time,
        And rhyme,        
                  Far beyond any place,
Even space,
                        Breaking law is no crime.

As the world thundered,
     The people          wondered,
           Even deep                in slumber,
      Thinking                of number,
Until it reaches hundred.

Board of Keys (22/12/2007)

As I sit at my table,
In front of the screen,
And I am just able,
Though I am not keen.

I stare at the picture,
Forming a certain art,
With a certain mixture,
At every single part.

Hands go across the keys,
I can feel the plastic,
On my palm the breeze,
Slightly fantastic.

I can hear the clicks,
Upon the written board,
With a lot of picks,
Filled with wires in cord.

And then I would choose,
Without much to see,
Though I really refuse,
The letters C, O, M, P...

And then I stop,
Before I drop...

Balance (21/12/2007)

My brain cannot think,
Swirling in the pink,
I cannot comprehend,
I try to understand.

Things kind of struck,
Such as good luck,
Followed by the bad,
Makes me really mad.

Both sides are same,
Much like a simple game,
Both sides are opposing,
No one is losing.

Also no one will win,
Every virtue has a sin,
The big picture just stare,
The world is all fair.