Monday, October 22, 2007


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This is a collection of prev poems I wrote(date on top), I didn't publish them here till now cuz I've just got the internet! Will be coming up with more poems ((:

- MEL

23 September 2007

The Match of Life

- about how a wrestling match is similar to life.

One Life. Live it.
Or so they say.
For I, the protagonist of this life
am utterly enamored of this conte of mine.

Clear the deck, up the stakes,
Declaim victory, contemn the weak!
They will do anything and everything,
Malicious beasts who hunt and hurt!
They will wreak havoc, they will decollate.

If only to be the winner
They strive so hard
Knock out another rival
It's all vs. nothing for you
If only to rule the contemporary
To reign the moment, to tower over all
No borders, go far beyond the ring
Of the match. Above all.

Just as states and empires have their periods of declension,
our weak souls and debilitated minds degenerate and deteriorate under the tension.
Oh beg mercy! Try to stay calm! Oh pray for relief from the vim-shaded drama!
The crowds, the viewers; their eyes stay glued to the sadistic entertainment
Oh beat him! Beat him till he dies! What a great kick! Blood spewed out of him!
What wonderful alignment! O how captivating - wonderfully sick torment!

At the end of the match,
The winner is the one who takes it all.
Never bows down to mercy; steals all the moves
Basks in the limelight as he kills them all;
Those who dare to take him on.

Or is the winner the one who stays clear of this bawl?


21 September 2007

Lamentations

-about being worn out cuz of life. inspired by a friend.

Work is something that never ends,
why do we work so hard?
Droopy eyelids, swollen eyes, this life is nothing but one word..
..Tiring.
I am nothing but a walking corpse
Yet I'm not free from worldly troubles;
Burdens, burdens, burdens!

Wearisome piles of workload,
no I'm not making heavy weather of this
I don't understand a single thing at all!
Like webworms that destroy everything but their webs,
I'm trapped in a cycle of continuation..
..and life's mundane processes.

Life is so harsh,
people are so cruel
If you can't do well, you'll never make it in life-
People's only aspirations are to weed out the useless..
..the useless such as me.
When will these tears stop rolling down my cheeks?
I long for things of this life that never come my way.

Would death be a better place?
Oh Xanadu! I dwell in thee!
Days of yore begrudgingly devour me
For now, let me mourn and groan and sigh
For no one understands me
..Neither do I.

I need relief from this hell
I need someone dear to hold me tight
I do not crave for attention
Am I nothing but a lie to you?

I hurt so bad
My scars run so deep
I need some painkillers to heal my sorrow
I need to feel
Just to feel a dream
Never to wake up to reality
Oh I dwell in thee!


19 September 2007

Crush and being crushed.

- about a girl who wishes someone would love her wholeheartedly...well, read on. Inspired by my ex-crush.

Waiting in vain for someone to claim
a lost and never found soul; a heart that had long grown cold
as the years passed by; the tears have run dry
instead, a weeping heart that gathers
another dashed hope eat her up like a million adders
devouring her inch by inch, little by little
the days so mundane, as bitter goes
destroy a heart that is nothing but brittle.

burning in the unutterable beauty of being alive
yet swallowing and suppressing the sorrows of leadng this life
a transition that looks to be so bleak and routine
as nerves go haywire; smattering and smithereens
debilitated inside; blatently unstrung
as nobody seems to want her for their own
feeling handicapped, lost and scared
all she can do is bury her head in those books of hers
for nothing can heal the pain inside

a heart was never meant to be whole and complete
in small hours, unstratified holes sink in
what does her future hold for her?
a lifetime of loneliness, weariness
and fatigue of a heart that tried to care?
now she doesn't have a crush; no she doesn't love anybody
the price to pay is too much, she'd rather end this sad life story
by spending time with books that didn't speak or do things that hurt

yet deep within, she cannot control
these emotions that dominate
so lethal and cruel
a weapon so deadly
that no one could ever resist

Unrequited love can never stand alone for long.




18 September 2007

Hunting

- this poem is about a traditional society and how it functions; inspired by sociology

Back to a time when computers did not exist
Back to a time when the tv, the radio, handphones, microwave ovens, telephones
Etc etc etc
..weren't yet invented.
Human civilisations were hardly that;
Barbaric and savage; the cavemen would do anything to survive;
Literally, man-eaters.

They ate like wild animals
no forks and spoons-
they simply devoured and savored the taste of the wilderness;
An unsatisfactory hunger-
A craving for more;
no one could quash their beastly instincts.

Many queans existed at that time-
they made love all day long;
The tribesmen hated them to the core;
For they were far too flirtatious
Stoning processions took place in the european and western culture;
For the chinese culture; fire crackers were hung on the adulterers and they would be set off-
the price to pay was such a pricey one-
Hazardously.

They formed tribes; and used blood to represent their loyalty to their tribe.
Each one of them had to slit their hand to collect blood.
All these were placed in a container; and everyone of the tribes had to do it.
Oh the silly things the ancient people came up with
Oh the conviction of it all!
Phenomenal-

This day, excavations are often carried out to aid historians.
Remains dug up in quarries -
they hide a past that has been buried far beneath the sand
..And scattered with the dust.
only the ones who truly care relinquish the truth.
Far beneath.




17 September 2007

The Chameleon

- Themes are prejudice, isolation, discrimination. Inspired by sermon at CF today
as well as sociology and chinese lesson today.

Black and white,
Yellow and brown -
these are the skin colors evident in the human race.
Religion is one of those activities of life that unite the human race.
We are said to be brothers and sisters who come together to confess our faith and beliefs.
We want world peace, we want to gather as one; yet we are so far from this ideal.
Smiles that conceal daggers shimmer - beneath the skin, the emotions are much deeper and darker.
Segregated from one another; there is so much more the human race can do.

Walking down the street,
I see a young boy of Negro descent surrounded by fair-skinned people.
No matter how hypocritical I may seem, I hate judging people by the color of their skin.
It was obvious that he was of Negro descent though;
skin with the permanent impressions of jet --
His color alone sealed his fate; or am I merely duped by my foolish pessimism?
What I heard shocked me.
They came from the mouths of supposedly educated adolescents
(i suppose education is nothing but a facade)

The conversation went like this :
"Whoa there Nelly!"
"My name is not Nelly."
"Ah whatever Tom, Dick, or Harry, you are nothing but an object to us.
And do you know what the meaning of Nelly is?
Well that's exactly what you are; nothing but ordure, a lowlife. Sick."

Anyway they subsequently walked away
while the boy hung his head down in shame.
Fresh insults jarring on his ears, he merely walked on.

I know a smart girl who always topped her cohort.
Every night was nothing but lucubration - hours and hours and hours of laborious studying
But the best don't always beat the rest.
Jaundiced hearts always strive to put people to the test
No one talked to her. Whenever she talked to others; they simply walked away.
Why do people treat others this way?
As if they themselves are superior to others.

Such people will parochial attitudes live on in our society today.
Don't judge a book by its cover, they say.
I always feel that there's something missing there.
So I say "Don't judge a book by its cover, because a book is meant to be read; not to be judged."
That may sound simple, or even silly to many people.
Read between the lines.






16 September 2007

HORROR (nightmare)

- This poem is filled with scary and disturbing images; its main purpose is to scare people :D
I guess I'll come up with more of this sorta poems cuz I guess I'm better at sadistic poems lol.

Watch it all as it unfolds
Taking form in a screen which flashes and flickers every second.
It's all in your head; you watch and you wait.
Your heart is pounding so loudly; pulsating in your chest
The sound rushing through your veins
Your pulse is throbbing incessantly
The rushing of blood to your head feels like -
a sharp jagged spear stabbed right into your heart
the sounds of never-ending screeching
a woman screams in the background
it is so chilly in here
as you take another plunge from the person you love most
a thousand knives go right through you.

and then you are transported to another world.
people are mourning for the victims of a major bloodbath
a white flag is flown at half-mast
you see many trees without leaves
they are greying and the soil is a sickly brown
trees sway as the monsoon winds wail to the accompaniment of the requiems
you hear music playing in the background
they come from the largest black-colored piano you've ever seen
"amaaazing graaace, how sweeeet the sound......"
the people sing in sullen robes of black and white
and then just as suddenly as you were transported into this place
.... the music stops.
you look for the pianist(that elderly man with a wrinkled face)
but you cannot find him.

then someone calls your name in a voice
that sounds like it could fade away any minute
you turn around to see who called.





that screeching sound comes back again;
it stays ringing in your ears.
And then that voice suddenly seems to be louder
it's about to pierce your ears;
goes right through you
you feel a frail hand on your shoulder weighing you down
you close your eyes; your heart pumps and you wanna shout for help
but you don't know how to.
you don't dare to turn around for fear of what might be there.
you wait a second.
Another second.
5 more seconds.
10 more.
...
Nothing happens.

Fear keeps gnawing you
Every second feels like a lifetime.
You have never felt so frightened before.
You hear a doll-like whisper in your ear.
"Why did you leave me alone?
why did you hurt me this way?
why did you abandon me?
you broke my trust in you!
WHY?!"
the high-pitched voice reverberates in the air
goosebumps arise on the surface of your skin
and your hairs stand.

you open your eyes to see where you are.
to your horror, you see many coffins displayed in front of you.
you don't know where you are going
but your feet take you to the other end of the room.
chopped up fingers with fresh blood still dripping
are seen hanging from the crimson ceiling
on a shelf in a corner, a head is goggling at you.
Its bulging eye cornea, pupil and eyeballs are staring
As if trying to convey a certain eerie message to you.
You try to run away
You try to escape from this place
But you cannot
There is no exit.
The farther and faster you run,
the more you realise that you will always be in the same room
the one with the grotesque fingers and head with bulging eyeballs.

Your heavy panting carries you through the room,
and then you realise it's just no use.
It is the same thing, the same room;
Over and over and over and over again.
You smell something that smells like a rotting corpse
No, it's everywhere.
You see a mirror on the ground.
It is dark green and maroon in color.
You pick it up.
Bloodshot eyes stare back at you.
You don't recognise the person in the mirror.
Who does not even resemble a person.

Sunken and pallor cheeks with obvious eyebags,
swollen eyes that sting
a face that is so crumpled and wrinkled
You look at the mirror again.
The glass cracks and the screeching sound starts again.
"no this can't be true! this must be an illusion or a nightmare"
you tell yourself repeatedly but you know that you are trapped.
there is nothing you can do.
something or someone is controlling you.
you don't belong anywhere, anymore.

Then the room suddenly caves in;
the tiles of the room are breaking apart
cement and sand falls on you
you are trapped forever
and you can't get out

suddenly you are transported again
swept off your feet, it feels as if you are flying
you wake up in a cold sweat,
but that dream felt so real.

Suddenly you find it hard to breathe
This is not your room.
You find it impossible to move.
You look around you.
There is nothing but darkness surrounding you.
You try to move again.
You knock into something hard.
You feel a nail pressing into your feet.
You cannot see but terror strikes as you realise where you are.
You sink into a deadly sleep as the coffin is your final reprieve.


15 September 2007

Insanity.

- This poem is about a person who wastes her life away.


Staring out at four white-washed walls
Straining to see the sun
Light rays hit the dark room
She wastes away another day
Living her high-strung life

A self-professed gluttony who never stops to think
Only to think about her future happiness
and what it could possibly bring
Will she ever meet her prince charming?
Will she ever get rich?
Will she ever become a beautiful queen?
Will she ever get rich?

"One more ice-cream, another packet of potato chips please
One more hour to sleep.
Just one more, that's all it takes
For me to be satisfied -
Yes, just one more."
She says.

But no, one could never be enough
For this little miss
She reigns the hinterland
as the number one procrastinator
The number one predator
Oh, maybe one is all it takes after all!

Then one day, she thought she'd reached the high noon of her life,
She became a high roller, gambling all she could,
"I must be the number one!
Yes, one is all it takes!"
She says again and again.
And bets again and again.
But she keeps on losing,
and no one can stop her.

"Maybe this is the highroad to happiness after all
Maybe this is what is meant to be
Oh...
Maybe there is no such thing as happiness
Oh, why has fate dealt such a cruel hand
Why can't someone just pity me?
Oh I forgot, no one wants me."

"I'm hurt, I'm lost, I've got nowhere to go.
I owe debts like a billionaire's fortune
What can I do?
Oh what can I do?"

She moans and groans
Frustrated and filled with utter despair
She decides to end it all.
Her sad, miserable life was worth nothing at all
...after all.

Next morning the headline reads
"Little Miss committed suicide by hanging herself on the tallest tree in the world"
And if you read on
insane as can be
she left a note saying she was going to be the number one
no matter how cruel fate was to her
oh the insanity of humanity!


13 September 2007

Tremors of Mother Earth.

-This poem is about the earthquakes in Indonesia.
Was inspired by last night's earthquake as well as the aftershocks this morning in Sumatra, Bengkulu province.

Wreaking havoc, strewn about
Distressing young minds and hearts;
Debilitating feeble and addled souls-
Addendum of death tolls left behind;
Only to decorate the pages of history.

Memories of loved ones, both happy and sad
Faded away, their incarceration fresh
With the beckoning of another day-
Another day of forgotten births and deaths, reborn
Even Tragedy, she barely catches her breath-
As she sweeps them all away.

In the Pacific Ring of Fire, they wait in vain.
No one knows when terror will strike again;
When it will devastate hearts, rubble, soil.
Buildings sway about as if to dance to an ominous note.
They try to escape from the bestial Disaster-
Continuation of a nightmare, the playback of Toil.

While this nightmare plays on
The rest of the world merely adduces.
"Your God is a God who never saves;
He is one who allows such devastation and ruin to occur"
A verdict made at a time like this-
People caught under cracked rubbles;
Bleeding babies wail-
Broken families suffer
A scenario the world could never weep enough for.

Beset by a ghostly band of doubts
Painful tears
Sudden loss
Panic rises
Broken families
Endless trepidation
Fleeting fears
All to the droning of
an Adenoidal singer,
No one knows.

Everything falls apart
as pieces of the Earth crumble every day
The curse lives on.

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