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.
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
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.
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
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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...
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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.
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.
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.
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.
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!
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
-
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
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
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.
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.
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