She waits by the door,
A void in her heart,
Yet to be filled,
Since they were apart.

Nightmares of guns,
Of caskets and bombs,
Haunt her sleep,
Since he'd been gone.

She still sets the table,
As though waiting for another,
She still keeps his towels,
Under the sink, in the drawer.

No matter what others told her,
No matter what they said,
She just couldn't accept
That her husband was dead.

Monday, July 12, 2010 She died and left him her house.

It was a dark and stormy night, 
When he stood outside her door, 
Drenched to the bone, 
As the rain continued to pour. 

Teardrops slid down his cheek, 
As he raised his hand to knock, 
Although inside, he knew,
That the door would be unlocked.

As the door swung open,
He was being welcomed, he thought, 
Into where they made memories,
Where they once had fought.

He stepped into the house,
Where dear Amber once lived, 
She had breathed her last breath, 
And this house was now his. 

Friday, October 9, 2009 Me and My Puppet Heart

My heart is like a puppet,
And you're holding all the strings,
Just a little tug,
And I'm feeling crazy things.

My heart is like a puppet,
And you're the puppet master,
Just a little tug,
And it begins to beat faster.

Don't tangle up my strings,
Or it'll be really hard to fix,
You'll have to cut them out,
And I'll replace the broken strings.

My heart is like a puppet,
Voiceless and immobile,
But pull all the right strings,
And I'll make it worth your while.

Towards the end of my Geography exam for Trial 2, I got bitten.. by the bug.


THE POETRY BUG.


DEN DEN DEN.


I haven't been writing poetry in a while.. well, the kinds of silly poems I enjoy writing ever so much.

THEREFORE, when my Geography paper returns, expect a poem.. about.. writing a poem. :D

Wonderful.

Now, head on over to my official blog at blue-speck, while you wait for that update. :D

EDIT: AHAHA. Okay, maybe that silly poem update will come.. later. :D

Kinda going crazy,

Kinda going insane,

Everything's all new,

Nothing feels the same.

-

AHA.

I.

Can't.

Write.

Anymore.

How frustrating. So much to be said.. but nothing.. seems to come out.

Friday, July 17, 2009 greed

They say,

Ask and you'll receive,

They tell us,

Ask, and it's called greed.

Friday, June 19, 2009 drowning

She struggled to hold on,
Her eyes glazing over,
Breath coming slowly,
And then, she was down.

Blue was everywhere,
Once her release,
Choking her,
Keeping her prisoner.

Silent screams,
She grasped her neck,
Life slowly fading,
Air no longer there.

Then,
A break,
Life rushed back in,
Eyes fluttered open.

A rescue from the
Watery abyss,
Sweet sounds of concern,
Overwhelming her.

She was saved.

Tuesday, May 19, 2009 Sometimes, I wish that you would call me

Sometimes,
I wish that you would call me,
And maybe,
We can talk all night,
And then talk all day

And maybe,
If we're lucky,
We'd find out,
We'll always have things to say.

You could tell me stories,
Of all your future plans,
And then, you could ask me about my day,
And I'd tell you..

I spent the whole day dreaming,
I spent the whole day wondering if you would call,
And then I waited by the phone,
Hoping it would ring,
And that you'd be calling.

Sometimes,
I wish that you would call me,
Then maybe we can talk all day,
And never run out of things to say

I know
When we're on the phone,
And I'm listening to your voice,
I don't feel so alone,
Because,
It feels as though,
you're by my side.

Sometimes,
I wish that you would call me,
And maybe,
We can talk all night,
And then talk all day
And just maybe,
And we'll always have things to say

---

Started out as a poem, turned into lyrics. Still need to think of a melody, but yeah.

Saturday, May 16, 2009 Sometimes, I refuse

Sometimes,

When I'm lying in bed,

Although the alarm sings its shrill sharp song,

I refuse to wake.

Sometimes,

When I'm in the shower,

Although the hot water starts to scald my body,

I refuse to get out.

Sometimes,

When I'm reading a book,

Although my mother yells for me to go have dinner,

I refuse to comply.

Sometimes,

I refuse.

Friday, April 3, 2009 Let's Dance

Let's Dance

Back and forth,

Step right and left,

Let's dance,

Let's dance.

Feel the beat,

Let it consume your soul,

Feel the rhythm,

Let's dance,

Let's dance.

It's the last night,

Your arms around me tight,

So come on,

Let's dance,

Let's dance.

Just this one more time,

We'll take to the floor,

Let's dance,

Let's dance.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009 wedding night ;

Alright, this story's kinda weird. Heh. But, yeah. :) Haven't written a short story in a while and I just decided to. It's written in the first/second person format similiar to Firsts, which I am in the process of updating. :)

----------------------------------------------

It was a night as beautiful as its occasion, with moonlight spilling onto the tarred streets and stars twinkling like diamonds in the sky.

I remember standing in front of hundreds, my dress an eerie white with a translucent veil covering my face. The dress was the product of weeks of sewing, beading, and threading, all done by my mother. After all, which parent wouldn't want their daughter to have the best possible dress on their wedding day?

We were both dressed to play our respective parts. Me, in my heavily beaded dress, and you in your fine black tuxedo, black as ash.

The night before the fated day, I recall staring up at the starry sky, hoping and wishing that a star would flash by, just as they always did in the fairytales I used to read. Alas, it was not meant to be for I remained there throughout the night, disappointed as the glittering diamonds remained stationary.

It was so difficult to look you in the eye as our vows were recited. I searched for the hesitation I suspected I would find before you uttered the fateful two words, but there were none. However, I never allowed hope to inflate, knowing that my dreams would be dashed before they could fully leave the ground.

Oh, how my tears threatened to pour out as your lips brushed mine in the most chaste of kisses. It was so cruel the way you lifted me up, just to tear me down so violently with your patronizing words. As though I wasn't worth your time.

Even the most severe of beatings never stung so badly as when the crowd dispersed, you brushed me away, as though I was a mere fly in your path. Of course, I couldn't say anything. I couldn't utter a word. Then again, I hadn't been able to for a very long time.

I lived the life of a mine without the humour. I was expected to have the most personality, the most charm, the most beauty, as a compensation for my handicap. But of course, all of that had to go to my youngest sister.

It killed me inside to hate her, but I did. I detested her for her cold heart and the easy way others fell for her deceitful tales. And as my newly wed husband pulled her in for a passionate kiss, much unlike the ones he had bestowed upon me, I despised her even more.

But what could I do, when I would never be heard as long as my tongue remained in a jar at the bottom of the ocean...

Sunday, February 15, 2009 Flight

I'm on the edge,
Ready to leap,
Hair swept back,
Body poised,
About to jump,
To set myself free.

After I'm done,
It'll be too late,
So listen well,
As this is the last,
Farewell, farewell,
Goodbye, my past.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009 I Call It Love

So I laid on my ground,
My face to the sky,
My thoughts on nothing,
But your beautiful green eyes.

I remembered the first time,
That I laid eyes on you,
You were dorky and cute,
And you never had a clue!

Your voice was perfect,
Eloquent and deep,
I thought of it often,
Before I went to sleep.

My friends think I'm obsessed,
But I say I'm in love,
Because Christopher Chase,
You were a gift from above.

--

In conjunction with my story, Firsts. Chapter 4 is in the works. :)

Please read and review, thanks.

I'm sorry if this poem isn't very good.

I haven't written proper poetry in a while. Eeek.

Monday, January 26, 2009 Used

Like an old pair of shoes;

Used,

Like a eight year old car;

Used,

Like an inherited pen;

Used.

And then,

No longer needed,

Left to the side,

Replaced by another,

Left to cry.

Sunday, January 18, 2009 Firsts

I couldn't help it!

I started a new story.

I swear I'll finish Could You Love Me. Eventually.

But, I will work full time on Firsts for now. It'll be a short one. Something simple.

Firsts

They say you never forget your firsts. And Christopher Chase, I never forgot you.

Leave a review, please. It means a lot to me. You can remain anonymous if you wish.

http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2623440/1/Firsts

Friday, January 16, 2009 tkml feat tkm

A series of poems written by tkml & tkm.
Note, these poems have no order and neither do they follow a series of patterns. They were written purely for amusement purposes.

Jojo's Circus' on now
Sitting down on the couch
I watch as I recite the vow
With a slight soft touch.

-

I sit on the couch,
As it's Jojo's Circus' on now,
I watch as Jojo starts to march,
With a fat orange yellow cow!

-

Beside me is a fire place
Warming sparking fire
Blowing heat to my face
As comfort as it is

-

My brother thinks im weird
Cause I watch playhouse disney,
But Clifford's my best friend,
And I know that he misses me

-

Just as the hippity doo song came on
I just knew it was it
My favourite all time series
You just can't ignore
What you may ask
It's of course, Spongebob Squarepants

-

I havent touched a toothbrush in months,
My teeth are starting to turn green,
I told my mom that they were colouring,
And she actually believed me!

I found it cool,
As my teeth turned black,
and slowly started to fall off,
but then I got scared,
When I had none left,
And dentures are now my friend.

Something new

Something New

Shedded skins,

Mended hearts,

Forgotten sins,

Faded marks.

A brand new start,

A fresh beginning,

Like green leaves during spring,

Or snow on the first day,

A completely clean slate,

Untainted, untarnished,

Waiting to be filled,

With all sorts of memories.

Friday, January 2, 2009 I hate you, but I don't

I hate how I'm pushed aside,
Constantly and totally ignored,
I hate that it makes me cry,
A weakness I completely abhor.

I detest how sad I get,
When you accuse me of nothing I did,
I hate how I truly care,
When you force me to admit defeat.

I can't stand how it's hard to bear,
That you hardly give a thought to me,
And I despise how despite it all,
You're the only one I can see.

Tuesday, December 16, 2008 Twisted rescue

I looked over across the lake,
Spotting someone over there,
And I willed that he look at me.

At that precise moment,
He looked up,
And started to call my name.

Taken aback,
I just stared,
And he slowly looked down again.

I made up my mind,
And took a chance,
Plunging into the icy cold lake.

I swam towards him,
Hoping to meet,
But something suddenly grabbed my feet!

I kicked and pushed,
Screaming for help,
And then I realized that it was him!

He thought I was drowning,
And jumped in to save me,
And if that wasn't interesting enough,
I found out that he,
Really couldn't swim,
And I ended up pulling him out.

Friday, December 12, 2008 Back on track

After a hiatus,

I've decided to write,

Gathering my wits,

and prepared for a fight.

A battle of words,

Of plot twists galore,

And now my dear readers,

Be prepared for more.

-

Yes, it's true. I've decided to resume writing. So, to those who read my fictionpress stories, I've updated Could You Love Me.

Yes, it's still in chapter 7, but I have to say it's a pretty massive rewrite.

Well, hope you enjoy.

Here's the link to the story.

I really do hope for reviews.

Anything to let me know that you read my stories. They really do give a writer motivation.

Tuesday, December 2, 2008 I Left Him

So I sat there thinking,

What do I do?

When all that I thought,

Just wasn't true.

I felt the pain,

It was so real,

Searing, burning,

The disadvantage of fear.

I couldn't run off,

I couldn't leave,

How was I to survive;

Completely without him?

But I had to try,

I had to leave,

I had to do,

In what I believed.

So that's what I did,

I packed up and ran,

And I never regretted,
Leaving that man.

Wednesday, November 26, 2008 :D

Glancing, turning,

Moving away,

She turned and fled,

Until the next day.

Never stopping,

Not for rest,

She pushed herself,

Just like a test.

Trying to forget,

Erasing, repenting,

She just kept running,

Never ending.

Sunday, November 23, 2008 Old Man John's Love

He sat on his steps,
Cigarette to his lips,
Craving to hear her speak.

whyhello!

He sat on his steps,
His eyes wide open,
Hoping to see her pass.

tiffanykhoomeiling here

A crush; decades old,
Manifested itself,
Till it became an obsession.

stupid blogger laa

For Old Man John,
Was in love with his neighbour,
The dead Miss Francine Jackson.

wont space properly

Little did he know,
That Francine loved him too,
And would walk by just to see him smoke.

so I have no choice

She would fluff her hair,
And do up her eyes,
Just to look real nice.

but to do this.

But never did she,
Confess her love,
For John hadn't said a word.

I ate Mac & Cheese earlier.

So, now my dear friends,

Listen up close,
And just go out and take a chance,
You may be let down,
You may get all hurt,
But at least you won't ever regret.

I'M GONNA TURN FAT!

For every single day
Mister Old Man John,
Would sigh and wring his hands,
For if he had told
Miss Francine of his love,
Many happy days they would have spent.

alright,buhbye

Friday, November 21, 2008 A Day of a Malaysian Schoolboy

Yeahh. This' the story that got published in Dewan Siswa a while back.

-

Razak sat on the edge of his seat, his eyes focused on the large clock in front of the class. Around him, his classmates were lost in their own little world. Still, each and every one of them waited for the sound of the ringing bell. Some of them were squirming restlessly in their seats while others were more blatant in their enthusiasm to escape the stuffy classroom.

The black haired Malay boy tore his gaze away from the clock and turned towards his classmates. His mouth twitched as he tried to suppress a laugh when he saw Ah Meng lying on his desk with his mouth open. He was drooling slightly and his right cheek was squashed against the table.

”Fifteen minutes left.”

Ah Meng woke up with a start at the sound of the teacher’s sharp voice. He wiped a trail of drool from his face and caught Razak staring at him. He gave the other boy a quick grin before dozing off again.

The artistic Chinese boy had brown hair and rather feminine features. His long hair framed his face perfectly, giving him an angelic appearance. Razak stopped looking at his friend and turned his attention back to his exam paper. He glanced through it quickly and closed it again.

His attention was diverted again by another one of his classmates. Sudaesh was stacking the contents of his pencil box on the edge of his desk.

So far, he managed to build some sort of fence surrounding his desk using erasers and pencils. He was about to add finishing touches to his masterpiece with his ruler when suddenly, the teacher slammed Sudaesh’s desk with his fist causing all his stationary to fall to the ground.

Quirky and sarcastic, Sudaesh was quick to think of a retort. But one glare from the fierce teacher was enough to make him collect his stationary and put them back neatly in his pencil box. For the second time that day, Razak forced himself to hold back a laugh when he saw the distressed look on his friend’s face.

“Ten minutes left.”

And yet again, Ah Meng snapped awake. Giving up on sleeping, he took out his pencil and began sketching on the back of his exam paper. Razak craned his neck and laughed when he saw a drawing of Sudaesh. It wouldn’t have been funny except for the expression on Sudaesh’s face which was akin to the expression of a constipated person.

“Razak! Is there anything funny you would like to share with the class?”
“No. Sorry, Cikgu.”
“Now keep your voice down. Seven minutes left.”

Ah Meng grinned at Razak’s embarassment. The Malay boy shot Ah Meng a sharp glare and buried his head in his hands. He was lucky the teacher didn’t take away his exam paper. He got up and flipped through it, making sure he answered all the questions.

Razak could feel Ah Meng’s gaze boring into him trying to signal a silent apology. He ignored him. He knew he would suffer the concequences later but he didn’t mind. He might as well make his friend suffer a little. Just the thought of that made him smile and immedietely, Ah Meng’s brow furrowed.

Ah, I’ll just put him out of his misery

He scrawled something on his eraser and dropped it on the ground. Ah Meng quickly picked it up and smiled when he read it. The Chinese boy promptly replied and dropped the eraser. Razak slowly bent down and grabbed the eraser which read,

“R: Meng, It’s okay. Mamak later?
M: Sure, R.”

Razak settled back comfortably in his seat waiting for the bell to signal his freedom.

“Hand your paper to the front. There’s no need to turn around or make noise.”

Razak silently handed his paper to the person in front of him. He waited for the countdown he knew would come. Right on cue, Sudaesh began slamming the table shouting, "Ten.. Nine..”

Soon, the whole class was chanting. The teacher’s attempt to restrain the class were left unnoticed as the students’ voices became louder and louder. “Two.. One… MERDEKA!!!”

This wasn’t the National Day. But it was freedom. Razak was practically leaping with joy, glad that the final exams were over.

“Raz, let’s go eat! I’m starving.”
“Meng! Waitlah. At least thank the teacher first.”
“You thank him for me. I’m leaving. Wait for you outside.”

Razak rolled his eyes at his friend’s disrespectful behaviour. He went to the front of the class, thanked the teacher and ran out, breathing the fresh, cool air of Ipoh, Perak. He saw Ah Meng leaning against his bright red bicycle, attempting to look suave.

He failed.

Ah Meng toppled over his bicycle. Razak ran to Ah Meng’s side and tried to help him up. Ah Meng, being the stubborn boy he was, tried to salvage what dignity he had left and get up by himself. This resulted in him tripping over his own feet and landing on the ground. Again.

Trying to be a good friend, Razak offered to help Ah Meng up once more. Ah Meng refused yet again, his mouth set in a determined line. Ah Meng looked so much like a stubborn 5-year-old that Razak couldn’t contain his laughter.

He laughed so hard that his sides ached from laughing and his eyes were starting to tear up. Finally, Ah Meng managed to pull himself up. He knocked the side of Razak’s head, causing the poor boy to laugh hysterically again. Soon, both of them were laughing so uncontrollably that the people walking by started looking at them oddly.

After a while, they managed to settle down. Razak got his bicycle and they both wheeled the bikes to the front of the school. Once they were outside the school compound, they untucked their shirts and climbed on their bicycles.

They looked at each other, their eyes challenging. Soon, they were off.

Both of them were pedalling so hard towards the mamak stall that they didn’t notice another bicycle coming from behind. Suddenly, a bright blue bicycle sped past them. Razak and Ah Meng immedietely recognized the rider and called after him.“

Sudaesh! Mamak stall. Now!”

Sudaesh nodded his head and pedalled faster. They arrived at the stall, panting hard. The three boys quickly locked their bicycles and sat down. They proceeded to order their food. Before they ate, they made a toast to Malaysia and Merdeka. Independence and freedom.

-

Now, when I reread it, I note some parts which I could have changed for the better. Ah well. :D
Wrote this last year. :)

Tuesday, November 18, 2008 HAHA

Haha. Alright Eugene. Here's for you. Thanks for the laughs.

-

Sure, I'll smile,
Sure, I'll laugh,
But does it make sense?
Not a chance.

They're kinda odd,
Random too,
But I'm sure you tried;
Which itself is good.

So, keep it up,
Amuse a few,
Take your time,
You'll write well soon.

:D :D :D

Tuesday, November 11, 2008 Peace

Fortunate to be blessed with such a sight,
Happiness fills her eyes with light,
She smiles as the waves brush her feet,
Leaning back in her comfortable seat.

His arms come around her waist,
As she struggles to stay awake,
He pulls her onto his lap,
And lets her lie there, just like that.

She's at peace, finally,

Sitting with him,
Beside the sea.

Saturday, October 18, 2008 Freedom?

I hear the whoops of joy,

As the countdown reached its peak,

I hear everyone screaming,

As we're finally free!

The exams have ended,

Erase those frowns and pouts,

No more stress till next year!

Or maybe till the results come out.

But even so, we're released,

Free to play and read as we like,

When I think of all the free time,

My joy reaches new heights.

I can sleep and relax,

Read and watch TV,

No more memorizing for me,

It's freedom, can't you see?

So as I lie here in bed,

I can't decide what to do,

So I pull out my textbooks,

And start preparing for school.

Sunday, October 12, 2008 Torture

Open,

Close,

Glance,

Remember.

Same rhythm,

Same beat,

Same facts,

Exams to sit.

Aching eyes,

Burning hands,

Suffering exams,

When will this end?

Wednesday, October 1, 2008 An Ode to Cheese

Swiss,
Cheddar,
Mozzerella,
Delish.

My beautiful cheese,
Cubes, slices, strips,

Powder, sprinkled, ground.

Delicious,
Wonderful glorious cheese.

--

Written with the assistance of DominicKhooGuanShen.

Tuesday, September 30, 2008 Slice, Dice, Cut

Chop chop chop,

Steady, 

Hold it still.

Slice slice slice,

Blade glinting,

Pieces now.

Dice dice dice,

Smaller and smaller it becomes,

Till powder is left.

Cut cut cut,

Laugh,

As it screams.

---

Yeah.. I hate vegetables.

Sunday, September 28, 2008 There's Always Time

Tick... tock.
The clock ticks, 
The world spins.

Tick.. tock.

The sun comes up,
The birds fly.

Tick.. tock.

I wake up.

There's always time.

Sunday, September 21, 2008 Midnight Homework

I shot out of bed,

Rubbing the sleep outta my eyes,

For I had just remembered,

I had homework that night!

I rushed to my table,

Tripping over my own feet,

I guess I wasn't really stable,

Since my mind was half asleep.

But then I forced myself to sit,

And began to sort the homework heap,

But before I could start on anything,

There and then, I fell asleep. 

--

AHHAH. Alright, enough of my four verse poems. The next few will be those emotional stuff. (: 

Saturday, September 20, 2008 Colourful House

I laid out my pens,

Green, yellow, and blue,

As I tried to draw pictures,

On my brand new notebook. 

I was lying on the grass,

In the field behind my house,

Waiting for inspiration,

As I was filled with frustration.

Then I got an idea,

And started sketching really fast,

And after about an hour,

I finally finished it at last.

It was a drawing of my house,

In green, yellow, and blue,

It looked really pretty,

I swear it's true.

Friday, September 19, 2008 My Day out at 7 Eleven

So, I pulled out my coins,

And counted them bit by bit,

I even heard someone say,

'Will someone help that creep?"

For I was buying a packet of gum,

And didn't really have much cash,

I wanted to ask my mom for some,

But I didn't want to make her mad.

Here I stand in 7 eleven,

I've started a really long line,

I began to count coins at seven,

But now it's already nine.

The people behind me are angry,

They look ready to kill,

Some little kid who had icecream,

Is now standing in a pool.

As I pulled out the last dime,

I sighed loudly in relief,

Only to realize,

That the cashier had fallen asleep. 

--

Haven't written one like this in a while. :)
Whatdya think?

Tuesday, September 16, 2008 Stories for the Soul

I lay down upon the ground,

Lying on my tummy,

Waiting eagerly for

my grandpa to start his story.

He would wave his arms 

As he told his tale,

His eyes expressive and dreamy.

I would sit entranced as he uttered each word,

My mind conjuring up images,

Of magical lands 

and colourful frocks,

and beautiful horse driven carriages.

Thursday, September 11, 2008 A Poem For A Broken Heart

A Poem For A Broken Heart

Kick, pound, grind,

Destroy,

Wreck, demolish, tear.

Broken pieces,

Smashed, scattered, lost.

Fragments missing,
Forever apart,
Help me find,
The pieces of my heart.

Monday, September 8, 2008 Walk Away

Walk Away

As I turned away,

He pulled me back,

His arms around my waist,

Telling me I was safe.

As I turned away,

He made me face him,

To look into his eyes,

As he told me that he loved me.

As I turned away,

He didn't let me go,

Held me tight,

Let me cry.

But in actuality,

He let me walk away,

Turn my back on our love,

For he had nothing to say.

--

Well, if you don't get it, this poem's about a girl who wants to end her relationship. All she wanted was for him to hold her back and stop her from ending it, but he didn't.

It's basically her disappointment in him giving her up so easily.

Saturday, August 30, 2008 Living, Breathing, Being.

An aching burn,
A pulling force,
Undeniable attraction,
Self-destruction.

Aching heart,

Anguished cries,
Pulsing veins,
Sign of life.

Thursday, August 28, 2008 Olympics

At eight,
on eighth of Eight,
Many stayed awake,
To witness the commencement of the Games,
And the lighting of the Olympic flame.

Stunned and awed we were,
As we watched from our own home,
Envious and jealous we were,
Hearing the cheers of those in the dome.

China shone that night,
With the colours, the sounds, the lights,
Beijing hosted the Games,
For the year 2008.

The athletes all prepped and ready,
Prepared for the Olympic Games,
Mind set on winning the medals,
everyone would know their names.

We were all prepared to support,
Our beloved country in action,
Our Malaysian spirit was strong,
The gold medals were our attraction.

Each day we faithfully watch,
As our country fought and fought,
Pride overfilling our hearts,
As we monitored the score charts.

Which led me to where I am,
In my seat in front of the TV,
My mind nowhere else,
But of the Games in front of me.

Monday, August 4, 2008 Never Part

He blew her a kiss,
She slapped his face,
He winked at her,
She walked away.

He sighed,
She groaned,
He laughed,
She smiled.

A love hate of their kind,
A mismatch of their hearts,
A trick of the mind;
For never will they part.

Sunday, July 27, 2008 Ice Cream

When i was ten and young,
I wanted to climb a tree,
So i got a ladder hung,
On the highest branch i could see.

I started from the bark,
Slowly making my way up,
Scraping my fingers and toes,
I struggled looking for holes.

To support me on my climb,
To avoid me falling behind
I wrapped myself around the tree,
And wouldn't let anyone near me.

LET ME CLIMB THE TREE IN PEACE,
I shouted, hollered, and screamed,
For on the top of that very tree,
Was an icecream just for me.

Wednesday, July 23, 2008 Official Announcement :D

http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2547800/1/Could_You_Love_Me

I uploaded a new story on fictionpress. I would love some feedback through reviews. Thanks a bunch.

Tuesday, July 22, 2008 Magical

The shining stars glittered above,
The thick white mist wrapping around,
The bright crescent moon,
An amazing sight,
It's a magical night,
Tonight.

There's an air of magic,
A cup of love,
A saucer of trust,
And a spoonful of hope.

A magical night,
Everyone can see,
It's all connected,
Just like you and me.

Saturday, July 19, 2008 Rakan (Friend)

I've gone BILINGUAL

Rakan

Rakan,
Sudah lama aku menunggumu,
Berdiri di hadapan halamanmu,
Berdoa boleh berjumpa.

Namun,
Engkau tidak kelihatan,
Engkau tidak datang!
Kesakitan yang mendalam
Mengenggam hatiku.
Mengapakah aku
perlu menanti?

Rakan,
Aku berharap
Aku berdoa
Engkau akan pulang
Kepadaku,
Nanti.

--

Friend

My friend,
I've been waiting for so long,
Standing in front of your compound,
Praying that we meet.

But,
You're not seen
You're not here!
A cutting pain,
Grasps my heart.
Why do I have to wait?

My friend,
I hope,
I pray,
You will come back to me,
One day.

--

Right. So the English one basically sounds really weird but oh well. :)

Monday, July 14, 2008 Let Her

Let Her

What to do
When a girl needs you?

Let her cry,
Just one more time,
Then wipe away her tears,
It'll get rid of her fears.

Let her laugh,
With all her heart,
Say something sweet,
It'll make her smile.

Let her sleep,
It'll bring her peace,
Hold her close,
And give her a kiss.

Let her speak,
It'll clear her mind,
Just listen to her,
It'll make sense in time.

Let her dance,
It'll be her release,
Watch her closely,
It'll make her blush.

Let her sing,
It'll make her happy,
Ignore the rest,
And it's all set.

But if the times comes,
Where it becomes too late,
Let her leave,
Let her walk away.

--

-Tiffany feat TKM

Saturday, July 12, 2008 Cupcakes

Cupcakes

I sat in a corner,
Counting my hoard,
Grinning happily,
At the cupcakes galore.

Fresh, stale, it mattered not,
Baked, stolen, even bought,
My beautiful icing covered cupcakes,
I'll protect them; whatever it takes!

I shall name my room the Cupcake Place,
And ensure that they all stay safe,
There'll be security, freezers, and ovens too,
You touch my cupcakes, you're dead, mind you.

Cupcakes have feelings,
I know they do,
So you'd better not eat them,
Coz that's just cruel!

Wednesday, July 9, 2008 No More Lice

No More Lice

I walked past the candy store,
Wishing I had some money,
Seeing the colourful signs on the door,
Tempting my empty tummy.

Holding back my many tears,
I backed away from the shop,
Along came some of my peers,
Each sucking a lolly pop.

I turned away as they walked by,
Hiding my face from their eyes,
For I sure wasn't a pretty sight,
With a filthy face and hair with lice.

When I was sure that they were gone,
I ran and ran to a pond,
Seeing my reflection in the mirror,
I cried and prayed a silent prayer.

Suddenly, I heard a tapping sound,
It was a small woodpecker on the ground,
The bird looked up and surprisingly said,
"Oh gee, you're dressed just like a maid."

I was shocked to hear the little bird speak,
Especially one that looked so meek,
"You're a princess, my dear; a fine one at that,
You once helped us get rid of three cats."

Scratching my head in confusion,
I sat down and came to a conclusion,
"I'm dreaming," I said, convincing myself,
But suddenly I got poked by a tiny elf.

He squeaked and shouted with all his might,
"You're not dreaming! You're not, alright!"
I looked at the elf and had to believe him,
He was the smallest creature I'd ever seen.

I wasn't dreaming,
I wasn't,
This is all real,
I can live in a castle and eat a proper meal.

Oh, yippie! Oh, yay!
What a happy day,
I'm a princess, oh, yea!
And I'm here to stay.

From that day onwards,
I had a happy life,
And never again,
Did my hair have lice.

This was meant to be really lighthearted and might sound very ridiculous.

Friday, July 4, 2008 All She Needed

All She Needed

Patiently awaiting his return,
She sat under the big tall tree,
Remembering how they sat in turn,
On the rubber tube overlooking the sea.

She stood up and turned as she heard a sound,
Behind was the man she was waiting for,
He looked at her and turned around,
She sobbed and sobbed as her heart tore.

Lifting her eyes to the heavens above,
Wondering why it happened to her,
He was handsome and charming, the man she loved,
He was also the envy of most of her peers.

He had never hurt her in any way,
Until she saw them one fateful day,
They were sitting under this very tree,
Kissing and hugging so passionately.

She shouted and sweared before breaking down,
Her voice; so loud could be heard all over town,
The villagers thought that someone had died,
But it was only the girl who cried and cried.

She remembered how he apologized that day,
Convincing her that everything was okay,
She didn't believe him but looked in his eyes,
And immedietely, her tears started to dry.

But he lied and broke her heart again,
By walking away; down this lane,
Everything was not okay,
And she knew that there was no other way.

Gathering what courage she had,
Emotions took over; both happy and sad,
She ran to him and ended it,
The reality of it took long to hit.

But when it did,
She was so very glad,
No longer a burden she had to have,
She looked for a man she didn't have to share,
A man that took the time to care.

Succeed she did and loved him so,
He was a man she was glad to hold,
Caring and compassionate,
Loving and kind,
He was all she needed,
For all time.

Thursday, July 3, 2008 My Friend

My Friend

Everyone hates you,
I'm not surprised,
From what you say,
You can make some cry.

You're rude and conceited,
Insulting and mean,
You have loads of "friends"
You know what I mean.

What happened to the girl?
The one I used to know?
What happened to the friend?
The one that used to care?
What happened to the pal?
The one who was there?

She's gone, I know,
But I want her back.
She's lost, doesn't know
The way to come back

I wanna help,
You know I do,
Just open up,
Like we used to.

Before the boys and cliques,
And the clothes and cash,
The jobs and angst,
That didn't belong there.

Let there be peace,
Let's end this war,
Let's join our hands,
Together, we'll stand.

--

written in 2007

Saturday, June 28, 2008 Bubblegum Pop

He hated the way she popped her bubblegum. He hated the way she tied her hair. He even hated the way she blinked!

He hated that she was in his seat. He hated that she wouldn’t listen to him. He hated that she stood up to him.

But most of all, he hated the way he couldn’t stop thinking about her.

The first time he saw her in detention, he was mildly surprised. After all, a girl like Casey Ridges didn’t get detention. He had seen her around school before and knew the type of girl she was.

Casey Ridges was a nerd; a huge nerd. She used words like plethora and advocacy in daily speech. She wore oversized jumpers and wore plastic rimmed glasses. She wore white socks with black shoes.

The first time he saw her in detention, Casey Ridges was in his seat. Figuring her to be the type to be easily intimidated, he strode up to her, not even trying to look remotely frightening.

“Get off my seat, Ridges,” he told her, without looking.

What she said next shocked him more than finding out that from his younger brother that dogs couldn’t eat chocolate.

She told him, “When you talk to someone, I suggest you look at them. It’s not very polite otherwise.”

He glanced at her. “Who d-“

She continued, “Secondly, please and thank you can take you a long way. Ah, don’t give me that look. Just because you have about a dozen holes on your face for your ridiculous piercings, it doesn’t mean you can just command someone to do something to your liking.”

“Besides, I like it here. If I’m going to be spending the rest of the week here after school, it might as well be in a seat of my choice. You want to sit here? Come earlier next time.”

Looking away, she took a packet of gum out of her pocket and stuffed one into her mouth, chewing furiously.
As usual, the teacher managing detention wasn’t there. However, the students that were there gave Casey a somewhat respectful glance.

Not many stood up to Darren Conley and made it out alive. Granted, no girl had ever stood up to him.

He was livid. He had never been refused so boldly all his life. The worst part was, he didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t just give up his seat to her, but he couldn’t fight her either.

“Are you done glaring at me already? It’s rather disturbing having a large presence behind me,” she started to say.

“You shut up,” he responded menacingly before storming out of the room.

-

That was two days ago. After some persuasion, he discovered from a junior that Casey had detention for wounding a student. She would have gotten away with a warning, if the student hadn’t ended up in the hospital. Apparently, he was trying to grope her best friend and she punched him in the gut.

The boy got suspended but Casey had to put up with detention for seven days.

Yet again, it shocked him that such a mild looking girl could display such acts of violence.

Glancing at her from his seat in the corner of the room, he could see her blowing her gum and popping it. She made him furious. Yet he wanted to know all about her.

Darren didn’t want the seven days to end.

But still, he really hated how she popped her bubblegum.

The Rocker

Picture of Kyle Patrick, taken by me.

The Rocker

The rocker was in the house,
Toes skimming the ground,
High on a drug of his own,
High on the euphoria of not being alone.

Arms in the sky,
Guitar in his hold,
He was a rocker on a high,
The music; from his soul.

Friday, June 27, 2008 Feelings

Feelings

Rejection,
One of the most painful words,
Dejected,
As if the world's crumbling down,
Sadness,
It's felt everyday, everywhere,
Disappointment,
Oh, how that hurts so much,
Pain,
Unescapable, Unexplainable, Undeniable

Thursday, June 26, 2008 When It Rises

When It Rises

When it rises,
The skies glow,
The birds soar,
And the people smile.

When it rises,
Day begins,
Clocks tick,
And children play.

When it rises,
Life is born,
Tales are told,
And lessons are learnt.

Everything's new;
When it rises.