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desperate love.

2008-06-02T19:14:00.000+08:00

(by MEL-. Hmm i told myself that i wouldn't love again (so many times), but i'm so confused now about this
somebody..i think this poem sounds kinda desperate, thus the title.)

infatuation?
that cannot be it.
oh why won't you believe me
when i say that i love you?

even though the words you utter
hurt me immensely
even though your heart has grown cold
i've always believed in you
even though we're miles apart
i feel as if you're right beside me

there's nothing i can ever do
to convince you
why oh why must you doubt?
i've never believed in love at first sight
but in a world that consists of just me and you,
that has always been the truth.

those memories will never cease to be
a part of me
because i can't imagine what life would be like
without you
it is not a matter of whether i can live without you
but whether i can survive the long, dreary days
of waking up knowing you're not there anymore.

this is it, i have to set off now
to who knows where?
definitely a place without you.
wish you'd understand
that my feelings for you are true

but since you've lost faith in love,
all i can say is goodbye
maybe we'll meet again
and maybe then you'll love me too.

Hear Me Out

2008-06-01T17:00:00.000+08:00

(by MEL-. Umm this was inspired by some event today. Hmm, well..I'm
not gonna let myself slip into pessimistic mode. So here's a poem to pour out what's within me. It can also be
a plea from anybody who suffers due to the aftermath of a disaster or some abuse, etc etc.)

Movies tell lies,
as directors try to convince the world
Of sweet fairytales and everlasting bliss
Hurting heartbreaks with immediate release
But after watching
we return to reality

Thinking about the things that make us upset
Hoping to find eternal happiness
But sometimes, we drown in anguish
The pain that takes us away from our naivety
Yes, we're awaken.

But here I am
Trying to hold on
Just to be strong
Not to retaliate
Survive the lashings of everyday
That corner me;

I feel so empty and forlorn
Tears have not threatened to spill
But my heart is a mere vessel
Throbbing and pounding with pain
Eating up what's left of me
And it's all disappearing.

I wish they'd listen
But then again I don't know what I can say to them
Everytime I try to speak
But I know that it's no use
It's no use.

So i'll carry on with this life
Wishing and hoping and dreaming
For everything that I can't have

I keep trying to explain
But the words are stuck at the edge of my tongue
Other words enter my ear
They carve out another piece of my heart
I'm trapped.

What must I do to be understood?
And not be hurt again?
Another phase, another episode filled with dread.

Don't tell me to look in the mirror and reflect
Stop laughing at my quivering hands and feet
Quit repeating those venomous words of yours
And stop, stop, STOP
I cannot be as ugly as you make me out to be.

If I could write you a letter,
I'd tell you how much I'm hurting right now
But then,
you'd just throw it aside
Mortify my pride as you always do..
I'm nothing to you.

That's all I have to say
I'll wail and scream and holler and shout
And expect to be accused for acting like a victim
Who craves for attention and pity
But I'm not your punching bag
That -- I must clarify.
I'm just a HUMAN BEING pleading to be heard..

If I weep,
The rest of the world hears me.
..But you don't.

Stabbed

2008-05-23T23:29:00.000+08:00

by MEL-. This poem is about some heart-wrenching moments of life. This time, i had inspiration.
I always have it when I'm feeling down in the dumps. =/ Don't know why.

To see another death
Another lost loved one
With twig-like arms spread out
baked by the scorching sun
One stained tear left behind.

To see inside the heart of an abandoned child
Left wandering the desolated streets
As the days go by, the relentless setting of the sun
The grey shadows cover the deadened earth
Another cry is heard
Another plea for love.

To witness the torture of a torn soul
Barely breathing and yet you can't do anything
But watch
And listen
To the haunting screams that find their way
Into the night.

To be betrayed by your own kind
Like a sharp splinter just penetrated your flesh
For a second, you thought your heart stopped
But ultimately,
It burns.

To be left with no choice
Stuck in a dilemma
That you would rather not be caught in
When you save somebody and hurt another
When you're labelled a traitor
When no one understands.

To be all by yourself
A complete mess that no one would ever acknowledge
Feeling so invisible
And the only "visible" moments
occur when everyone kicks you hard
And laughs at your miserable plight.

To try to emphathise with others
When a part of you doesn't
When you see people crying out helplessly
Because they seem to have lost everything
Deep inside, you're so relieved
You're not them.

To be consumed by hatred
Blinded by your own desires
Disturbed by the choices you make
But you do them anyway
Because you want to appease the flame within.

When there is so much pain and loss
When nothing but despair and hurt are felt
When the emotions run so deep
And the trauma haunts you
Because you feel as if you are a victim

When you feel like you can't hold on any longer
When the rest of the world seems to have left you
When you feel as if you're already dead
Even thought you're barely alive.

But the cuts will heal
The tears will dry
As long as we understand
that sadness and pain have to come before
joy and beauty.

The joy of finding solace and letting go
..and the beauty of feeling what's REAL.

rising from the horizon

2008-05-21T02:19:00.002+08:00

was an elephant's bison
clumsy and fiery was he
that he climbed me

thump thump
he went in clumps
of three
and so you'll see

as many shine
through the golden sines
the bison mimed
his favourite rhyme

No longer he felt
like he was about to melt
The elephant dealt
cards of free celts
_______________________

so yeah. i'm pretty raged right now if you read my blog with this same exact dated post. stupid guidance. stupid schedules.
that's all i have to say. well there's much more i can belt out, but no. exhausting.

-lisais

Solitary night

2008-05-20T13:00:00.004+08:00

by MEL-.

Clock strikes eleven
And you're down to square one
Wishing you could turn back time
But even if you stop the clock
The world won't wait for you.

The stars continue spinning
Way away, in the milkyway
A galaxy so far away

But all you really know
Is that misery loves company
Ain't that the famous adage?

Shun away from the people
Wonder why you're all by yourself
Blinded by this fantasy
You created
The morbid love of yours.

But the night lives on
As your dreams are crushed
By the grave mistake that you made

No, you can't turn back time.

Pain.

2008-05-19T14:18:00.004+08:00

by MEL-. A very simplistic poem. One of my most simple poems, yet it has a lot of meaning behind it. ((:

lose it,
cherish it,
indulge in it,
be consumed by it.

feel it swimming through veins
afraid to grasp it
yet it burns inside all the time
Like a young flame
lick it, taste it, feel it smother you into smithereens

It's a 100 % camouflage
Which will always be exposed
A nightmare as well as a fantasy
Embrace it in the heavens
And beneath the sinking earth.

Let it bleed
And open the wound
Let it penetrate
And tear the soul
Let it cleanse
And bring relief eventually

Stop.
Stare.
It can grow
Or subside.
Or vanish into a nonentity
It's all up to you

Reach out and touch the guilty
Yes, the guilty, not the innocent
Because pain can wither and become
.................

,Love.

Rain

2008-05-17T15:05:00.002+08:00

by MEL-. a gloomy outlook of the world.

hunger strikes
famine is a shadow looming overhead
beyond the golden fields of harvest
dreams turn into a drought

what if?
what if it never happened?
if the seas didn't pour over
and the earth didn't crumble
and press you down?

can the rain cleanse it all?
can the pain just go away
in a matter of years?

what if we are soon to be forgotten?
in this miraculous downpour
the sinners gladly rejoice

to claim the rights they think they deserve
to murder, to hunt down,
to make the innocent suffer

because nothing will ever be enough
face it -
we're drowning in this thunderstorm
a graveyard dug for future generations.

sunny day

2008-05-14T02:23:00.002+08:00

dirt from clay
shirts of hay
mutts in the lay

what you say?
you need pay?
then dont stay
cook fillets
_________________

yes, i'm pretty hungry. there you go jie! i will think of more soon!

-lisais

The Ruined Lands

2008-05-12T12:02:00.000+08:00

by MEL-. Aah it's been a really long time since I've posted poems here. This is another of my spontaneous attempts.
This poem is inspired by the "news" i read everyday. I've always wondered why there never is a day when nobody
gets killed, when nobody creates trouble, when nobody gets involved in an accident. It always happens. ..Thus I've
written this poem. I'll be posting poems here more often now. ((: Thanks for reading! I want my poems to affect
people, well.. I'm working on that. Anyway, feel free to comment even if it's negative and harsh. I need feedback! Poem was written on 11 May 2008.

Dewdrops,
melt in the strong embrace
Of the leaves
Of that ancient willow tree
As they disappear,
not a trace is left behind by the scorching sun

Inside -
the dark, dark shadows
the wretched silence
Something lurks within
yet all pale in comparison
to that -
that of the wicked maiden
whose identity you'd never guess.

The whispers are hushed
In this night of despair and trepidation
It sweeps across the entire place
Not missing out a single desolate corner
Loneliness is but an emotion
Bottled up inside.

Listen to the cold, shrill cries of those victims
The haunting melodies that ring in the air
They will never die down
No matter how much you try to convince yourselves
For the deeds were done,
and your black hearts have won,
So you think -

Presume all you want
But can you make out the jealousy in his voice?
For the dark hour has come,
and the blood will stain this city
Its crimson talons will reach out
Rip you apart and blind
the windows of your soul

Another war,
Another corpse.
Another murder,
Another betrayal.
Another casualty,
Another massacre.
Another lie..
They all lead to just another event of the past

The twigs are jumbled up with the cackling fire
Ashes and bones are dug up
From the soil
we live in
That very soil
that is the rooftop of a graveyard
which comes alive whenever you try to crush it
It never dies. The abandoned now have a home.
A home that you planned for them.
Should they thank you for it?

Words are useless
Yes, very much so
Can we answer for the innocence that has been lost?
Can we ever account for the pain that we have caused?
Because you can't just
Inflict the wound with a crooked, jagged knife
..and walk away with a pretentious look of remorse on your face.

Nobody -
Not a single pathetic soul in this world
Does not harbour evil thoughts
Because even when you do not kill,
You will always be a part of the chaos
The ceasefire, the politics, the protests,
The tragedy that repeats in our world everyday,
We all have a part to play
In this silly game that never stops

But don't get me wrong
I do not see it all as a game -
It is much more than that.

If you just look deep beneath the murky waters,
you'll see so much more.
The sin, the guilt, the pain, the hurt.
The tears running down the faces of the abused.
We call it "news"
While they scream and yell desperately for help.

As if once is not enough,
We repeat the scenes all over again with different faces.

In these storms
The lightning strikes down another
And yet another
The laughter is overwhelming
Ringing in my ear
Trying to cover up
To hide it all,
But grief will pulverize you into dust,
As the echoes of the deathly moaning are here to stay

..Stay FOREVER in the weakening heartbeat of this diminishing world.

Il y a une fleur seule

2008-03-11T22:25:00.004+08:00

Elle n'est pas drole
Elle n'est pas un bol
Qui est venu d'un pole

Elle connait le Petit Prince
Vous pouvez dire elle est mince
Elle n'aime pas rincer
Avec la pluie.

Cette fleur, elle est
Seule parce qu'il est
parti pour savoir les
autres mondes entranges
__________________________

a short poem on the little prince for french class...
-lisais

Figure Beauty Out

2008-03-01T23:57:00.004+08:00

by MEL-. Just another spontaneous one. =/

That of morbid fantasies
Utterly gruesome sadism
Scrutinise the loopholes
Grab a hole and don't look back
Torn and sorrowful
We still live on

Can the darkness differentiate itself
From the blinding light?
What do we look forward to
When we wake up every morning?
Unsure, anxious and tiresome
Days are all that fill the missing blanks

What is true beauty?
There is no accurate definition of it
Beauty has become so undermined
Distorted images obstruct the highways
Tell me what we're living for
Show me what the real world is like out there.

Is it merely a complicated web of deception
Where human beings are hanging by a thread
Weaving different personalities everyday
To finally achieve the kind of 'beauty'
We think we see?

Define 'beauty' for me,
And I'll show you a million masquerades
Because I am naive and blatantly ignorant,
I do not understand
I am just like the rest
Ambitious and desperate
Trying to put the pieces of a puzzle together

When there wasn't meant to be one,
A single piece wasn't supposed to exist.

We made it our own.

One for the gossipers

2008-02-26T18:52:00.001+08:00

by MEL-.

Who cares, what they say
It doesn't really matter anyway
Say what they like
It's all they can say about me

How can an outsider understand
The feelings experienced by an insider?
Every day is a brand new day
And we won't be affected by what they say

A million thoughts racing through my mind
They want to bring me down, down, down
But I am me and no syllable can change me
I turn my back, and they spread the dirt

Everything seems to be spinning
Revolving around my head
Their smirks are nothing but revolting
Their piercing eyes seem to cut me through
But they can't.

They're so insecure
Trying to make themselves seem superior
They don't know how stupid they look to me
I don't mean to insult them
But they just don't get it

Don't expect me to cry
You feign innocence when you speak to me
But I know just what you say
When I'm not around
Hypocrites in cahoots

I will not be like those who break down
For I have better things to do
It's only a matter of time
Before you realise
It's over for you.

Torn Spirit

2008-02-19T18:42:00.000+08:00

By MEL-. My life is getting to be a stupid never-ending nightmare. Anyway this poem is not about my life, it’s about Jesus, a very short one.

Feeble spirit
TORN with grief
At the place of the skulls
The applaud has died down

As weeping drowns the earth
Oh how sorrowful, these people
For the sins of all mankind,God cries above
As he watches the tragedy unfold

Stranded corpse stays limp and broken
Pierced; fresh wound
As the blood runs deep
Into the streams of wicked people

Struck by desolation and pain
Isolated by the ones he loved most
His mortal wound
Is not as serious as it seems
What goes on inside is more intense

He did not lead a sinful life
He did nothing to deserve this
But he died the most painful death
That man has ever witnessed

How insignificant he was
To the people before us!
Abandoned and stained forever
We are all ruthless, cold-blooded ANIMALS,
His blood will always be in the very palms of OUR hands.

My sweet addiction

2008-02-16T10:53:00.004+08:00

by MEL-. The title says it all. A spontaneous effort as usual, so it aint that good. Anyway if you visit this blog could you please please please PLEASE comment above? It freaks me out when I don't know who's reading this. I just want to know. You can just say 'hi' if you have nothing to say.

Deep into the skin
Gnawing at my flesh
I crave
For savory pleasures
Life-threatening
Risk Taking

My open wounds
You will not figure out
Try to tear me apart
But I've already done that
There is nothing that you can do for me.

I groan and moan, only to my pathetic mess
For I just cannot deal with all this hypocrisy
And superficial faces the world is giving me.
Break me down, break me down
Into nothingness
Into the invisible me that I am.
And walk away from this broken heart,
..As they always do.

I hide in the corner
Ponder to myself
Of all the darkness in this life
What could be more inviting?

Soon the pain will be over
As the song goes
"A moment's pain for a lifetime pleasure"
You will never truly see
Beyond the shadows of someone
Who is hurting so deeply

The problem is they don't want you to look
Don't need your sympathy
Just plain acceptance and understanding
But all you do is drive the dagger into the heart
Penetrating
The Pain.

You would think that 'my sweet addiction'
Would refer to something as pleasant
As chocolates, sweets, colours
Rainbows, cubs, and Love.
But nothing of that sort
Because my life is just the way it is
And you can't stop me.

Lock myself in my room
Day in and day out
Hoping the music drowns out
The sorrow that is gradually melting
And turning into something permanent
Irrepairable

Scringe with pain
But it will last, just a while
I need it right now
So desperately that
You wouldn't feel
The way I feel.

You can't stop me.

Husky

2008-02-10T23:25:00.001+08:00

By MEL-. Inspired by my desktop picture, a husky looking down and sad. =/ Originally written on 9 Feb 2008.

As your woeful tale unfolds
The story of another lone pup born in the wild,
Where are they?
They who conceived you?
They brought you into this world
But soon left you alone
To fend for yourself
Your curiosity could never kill
For it is of youthful heritage
Nothing but an innocent offspring

The waves are crashing
Seagulls racing each other in the sky
Owl hoots to greet the night
An eerie darkness surrounds
And envelops you

Mind caught up in a flight of fancy
Drifting past the marigolds and daffodils
Fascinated by that giant oak tree
Circling around a wide expanse
O, there is so much to see!

But there is not enough energy to do so
Basic instincts leave the young dumbfounded
Oh there you are
You pathetic, forlorn cub
Do you not have anyone by your side?
Doesn’t anybody care enough to approach you?
They look at you from a distance
Clearly intrigued, but not bothered

Go home little one
Oh but where is your home?
Surely you must remember something
A certain distortion plays around in your mind
As you struggle to find your identity

The wilderness is so beautiful
But so many frightful creatures occupy it
Where does the wind take you?
What is this world really made of?

Just then you hear a howl from a distance
Your ears prick with alarm
Another, and then another
Coming nearer and nearer
Until you realise that it’s just a figment of your memory

You heard those calls before
Somewhere, somehow
But you cannot seem to recognise them for now
As you stare at your reflection in the water
..What is that face looking back at you?
Where does that sound come from?

It is the time
Time to run as fast as you can
Something is coming
Its bellow is thunderous
So threatening
A potential predator

Run as fast as your tiny legs can take you
And don’t look back
In no time, you will mature
In this environment
Where you eat others to stay alive
In no time, you will learn

The tools of survival
Are essential
They will toughen you
But it is such a pity that
Another innocence is wasted
As the vicious reality is made known
To the doleful eyes that stare with confusion and fear

Lost in a maze
Where it will never be taken care of
don’t fret
I am sure that you will find your way around
And settle down like the rest

But for now,
Keep running
For the night is young
And you don’t know what you’re escaping from.

“Innocence diminishes with age.”

The Enemy

2008-02-10T23:22:00.000+08:00

Introduction: By MEL-. Supposed to be complex in meaning. This has varied meanings, depends on how you see it. It could be suicide, or it could be a murder. As they say, “read between the lines!” ((: Especially the two paragraphs starting with “Judgment day..” The abandoned babies, the lepers, they all belong to the individual, they represent the many emotions felt by the person. This poem is basically about hatred for somebody and some other emotions! ‘The Enemy’ can be one’s emotions too. Originally written on 9 Feb 2008.

A past memory
Of something I should never have seen
Stains the bleak monstrosities
Of my mind
A blemish that I can never wipe off
So disturbing
So unbecoming

You grin all day
Obviously pleased with yourself
Yet everyday is a dreaded episode
I just want to slip into my dreams
And never awaken from the bliss
The torture you put me through

Maybe that’s why we have dreams
To help us forget reality
To help us envision another world
That could never exist

Stop these dark thoughts from pervading
The enemy, forthcoming
Prohibit – with no chance of revolution
Nobody wants to see a million tragedies taking place
Defend the impregnable fortress!
A shelter for the sore, the weak and the poisoned

Judgment day is approaching
As kings do nothing but indulge
As warriors fight hard and ministers complain
As the people’s lives are enriched with poverty and pain

As the lepers are scorned and the handicapped are ridiculed
As the orphans lay helpless on the very ground
Where abandoned babies wail with utter dismay
Everything and everyone is dying

All I do is collapse in despair
For a hopeless world that is ending too soon
Do you not see?
Can’t you try to understand, if only for once?

It is a game that you love to playYou murderer, you selfish arsonist
You set fire to the dwellings of my soul
May you perish in your honourable deceit
I have never known anybody
Who could be as coldAs you.
The powerful scenes replay
As history unwinds itself
I had such a beautiful life
Until you came along

All you ever did was destroy and ruin
Yourself
Today I get the last laugh
YOU WILL NEVER SEE ME FALL AGAIN

Goodbye, so long
Whatever you say
Doesn’t really matter to me anymore
Because hearts can never break twice
As thoughts in my mind run wild
All I can retort for now
Is that “I despise you”

Because I finally fulfilled my promise to you
Hold onto something, but no one can see you
I have finally got back what I deserve
I have repaid you a dozen times the pain

I will never forget all the times you let me down
The demon within me is beginning to subside
Wicked pleasure running through my veins
I admit that I am a sadist
For I am satisfied
When I see you
In this state of gore
Can I ever speak enough of this?
Kill me once, kill me twice
But all I needed was one opportunity
To tear you down, and pull you apart
Goodnight to you
You sick, abusive monster
I have had enough
You will never get another chance
To see me fall

Your game’s over
But it’s my turn now.

let it all just crash and fall

2008-02-06T15:32:00.000+08:00

By MEL-. This poem is simpler than the poems I usually do, in terms of the usage of words anyway. It’s all about letting your emotions go. I’m feeling extremely horrible now, so I just came up with this poem, to let it all out.

They scream, they shout
The echoes are deafening
The whispers are haunting
This dream is nothing but a hopeless fantasy
Reality is suffocating
Nothing but a wretched
Mess.

Shudder and move away
Kiss the dirt and you go face down
Think back and never forget
The very hurt that wounded you
So very deeply
Scars get so profound
As words are scarce
You do not need to explain yourself.

Slam the door shut
Wash away the make-up
There are no words left to say
Sorrow speaks for itself
As the tears cannot seem to stop
They drown the fear within
Traumatizing and abusing
The damaged soul

Search frantically for the exits
Scampering away
Just to find that there is nothing
Worth staying for
There is always room to turn around
Face your past mistakes
Conceal and cry

Go forward, forward
Nothing can turn back time
Memories only remind
The lost, the disheartened, the heartbroken
Dismembered for eternity
And nothing can replace this terror
A nightmare that is so deluding
Discard, tell yourself to throw it all away
Because you know that no one is there for you
And there are no tears left to fall

All dried up, like the branches of the fig tree
In winter
Daggers drawn
As the sinking horizon
Does it once again
Dampened spirits
They take it out on you again

Stay silent
For it cannot get any worse than this
Crimson floods the picture
And drains away the corrupted
Impurities
Left with nothing
Death can only be experienced once
Suffer the fate
Of being alone
Get through life
Just knowing they hate you

Turn on the music
Drown out the distractions
Sooner or later
They will go back home
Back to where the flock belongs
Your peace will come
As soon as
The hatred dissipates
The next chapter of your life begins

But for now,
Let it all just crash and fall. We can’t go back to what we used to be
Those carefree and joyful days are over
For now,
They’ll leave you alone
And you can taste the pain
All by yourself

Stay submerged
Stay focused
It won’t be long before it’s all over
Glass will shatter, and worlds will end
People will enter graveyards
Nothing will exist but the soil stays rooted To earth

Your turn will come.

Something you need to know.

2008-02-01T20:29:00.001+08:00

by MEL. This is a poem about the viewpoint of a cruel and crazy mother. It's about abortion. This poem was originally written on 26 January 2008.

For it is poetic justice
That being wicked almost immediately guarantees retribution
All it takes is a matter of time
The rest is up to the world to decide
..So it seems.

Stare deep into the horizon
Admire the rebounding skyline
Frown at the dark clouds that head your way
The grudge that is borne within you
Can never be undone, only altered

Crippled and handicapped beings
Lurk in the shadows
And ultimately
Always traumatize
Seeking to destroy
And unleash everything else
In your black heart.

Through the glassy waters
You can always ignore the rippling currents
Or the swirling pools
That always end up ever so deadly
But you can never hide from yourself
As the mirror captures your reflection
The light blinds you through and through
You shy away
From the guilt staring back at you

The speed of sound
Recline, replay
Look at yourself, they scream
One last try, another shot at it
Bullets from revolvers in your head
Go to your brain

Sooner or later
You will be gone, too.
The dark that you used to be so proud of
Will consume you
A smattering of your heart
Will trap you

Stop looking for someone to help you
Because no one will
Because you need to know the pathetic truth
Of your life and death
Because you will share the same fate as me
Stop pretending

As the days fade away
In shades of grey
You will be the victim of deceit and lies
You will soon join them
To be a predator; or you may be the prey.

But I'll hold you in my arms right now,
You pretty baby
So innocent and so pure
Untouched and beautifully clean
I wish I could protect you for all time
But words are all I can say to you
All I can do is pray earnestly for you.

Your eyes are shut
Because God won't allow you to see the danger
The chaos in this lifetime, the evil deeds of mankind
You are shielded from this world
But when you open your eyes
Don't fear
I have transported you into another world

You will never come alive
But you haunt all my dreams at night
Pretty baby
Stay beautiful
..I won't let them see you, the only perfection.

Forgive me,
I can't hold you forever
Only when I close my eyes
I see you in my arms
Forgive me,
I took away your life
Away you will go
Off to a place, nobody knows

Forgive me
I had no choice
I let go of you
The life that was within me
Hurts me forever
But I had to discard this life
I have to leave you out

You're the wound beneath my flesh that I cannot close
Hideous images of you flash through my mind
You try to hold on tight to the life you never had
And will never get.

It is a relief to bid you goodbye
My burden, my truth and my lie.

A kiss upon my cheek

2008-01-09T18:54:00.000+08:00

One
Two
Three
And four
You never counted to ten
Always cheated in a game of hide-and-seek
That's the way you were back then
Even now.

Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Call me on the phone late at night
Telling me you're alone and you miss me
But I'm sorry, I cannot put up with this anymore
These ridiculous games you play,
..Just to break my heart.
Now I know what it feels like
When everything falls apart.

Nine
Ten
Eleven
Twelve
Whisper in my ear the words I long to hear
The next day, you run away
To some other place, with some other girl
When you were supposed to meet me
You treated me like a fool
And yes I was, indeed,
A downright fool for trying to believe in you.
Trying so hard to convince myself
That you'd never do anything to hurt me.

Thirteen
Fourteen
Fifteen
Sixteen
We used to be one, but now we're two
Set apart, deep inside, you're hurting me
I hate the very sight of you, but I need you
I wish you would stop, quit doing this over and over again
You asked for a second chance, and I gave you one
You let me down time and again.

Seventeen
Eighteen
Nineteen
Twenty
I saw you with her, but you deny
Expect me to forget what I saw
But I have to say
It was the worst thing I had ever seen in my life
I will always remember.
I should never have trusted you
You could never understand how I felt at that moment in time
I couldn't move, but you never saw me
I just stood and stared
Helplessly
An acute pain debilitated me,
My heart was crushed severely.
And the permanent damage was done.

Twenty
Nineteen
Eighteen
Seventeen
Back to the time I first saw you,
you looked so innocent, so beautiful
And the best thing was
you said you loved me so much
How naive I was!
Now I feel the downpour
Over my head, whipping my skin
I can't breathe anymore
And it's not because you're with me
Because you're not.

Sixteen
Fifteen
Fourteen
Thirteen
"Roses are red, violets are blue
Those flowers are beautiful, and so are you."
In my heart, I'll always remember
Those first two lines you wrote, for me.
Gave it to me, sealed with a kiss
On valentine's day, you drew near to me
And gave me my first kiss,
a kiss upon my cheek.
You said that I was the only one for you
And we would be together, forever.

Twelve
Eleven
Ten
Nine
Ever since then, we grew closer
And kisses that took my breath away
Lingered on my lips
We were more than lovers, I knew we were
Back then, all I needed was your touch
Your sweet embrace
Looking into your soft brown eyes and falling deeper
What more could I ask for?

Eight
Seven
Six
Five
All your words were nothing but lies
Those despicable kisses and hugs
They used to feel so wonderful
I feel so numb now
I want to let go, but i can't
Just thinking about life, without you
It's like going through the motion
But I must not do this anymore
I need to stop.

Four
Three
Two
One
The final countdown
I draw in deep breaths
And open my eyes
I have been trying to calm myself down
by closing my eyes, counting forward and backward

How am I going to talk to you?
I cannot think of the words to say
I just want to scream at the top of my lungs
Yell at you
Push you away
And wish you'd leave her
And someday come back to me.

You won't let me go, I know
But you won't stay with me either
Time is running out
I have to say my piece
To tell you that I don't need you anymore.
Where were you when I needed you most?
Having a good time in a faraway place
You were never there.

Now I look deep into your soft brown eyes
And see you crying at my feet
Begging for forgiveness, one last chance
Just one.
But I can't go any deeper
I will not let myself go through this kind of pain again
I cannot.
Maybe we'll be happier without each other
Maybe we just aren't right for each other

I've packed my things, I'm halfway out the door
I'm sorry, but I can't be with you anymore
You will be happier without me, I'm sure

Why do you look so helpless like a child?
When I was the one who felt so much more than you?
You never spared a thought for my feelings
I guess you never cared, or thought I cared.
Well, enough is enough.
I have said my piece.

Suddenly, you pull me near
Just like you did the first time we met
Before I could move away
You gave me a tearful kiss upon my cheek
And said that you were sorry, over and over again.

I wanted so much to go back to you
I wanted to stay
But I knew I had to go
Apologies are not enough
They are mere words that do nothing
but try to pacify.

I felt so hurt at that point in time
But you left me when I was at the peak of loneliness
I hope it is as they saythat time heals the pain
If so, i'll leave the memories behind
Or at least, try.

Tears trickle down my cheek and neck
A burning sensation, an overwhelming void;
Emptiness and nothingness fill the air
Wash over me thoroughly
As I walk out the door
My knees are shaking
My heart is palpitating,
Driven into a hollow, dark pit.

I had been trying to hold back the tears before
To appear firm and strong in front of him
Yet now
The tears just cannot stop flowing
They seem to sting and gnaw at my flesh
As everything goes cold.
A sudden realisation, something inside keeps bleeding
For the only thing I have left of you
Is your kiss upon my cheek.

Oh whilom love
What sorrow this brings
i cannot express enough
i cry to my heart
"i cannot love again!"
but i fall deeper into you.

by mel. Hmm suddenly had inspiration, haha. For me, inspiration comes abruptly. Like I'll be doing something, and suddenly ideas come pouring in And something inside urges me to write a poem, hah. Strange occurrences. Hmm i like this poem too. Haha. Actually more than the previous poem. Partly cuz I managed to make some parts rhyme. :D Hmm i love the emotions behind it too. I don't love many of my poems, so yeah, this is one of the few ((: And no, I've never been in a relationship So of course I've never broken up with anyone.. Just in case you're wondering.. -.- Anyway thanks for reading eh! ;)

Love is...

2008-01-09T18:51:00.000+08:00

by mel. Suddenly remember an assignment my english teacher gave. We had to write a poem, and we were given choices, regarding the topics we wanted to write about.I chose love, the most popular one. Aha.So this is what I wrote. The shortest poem I've ever written, :D.

Love is...

a razor that leaves a helpless soul to bleed
cuts deep and leaves a scar which soon heals
a bitter, lonely and hopeful heart
reaching out for a hand to hold
as it gradually melts in the startling cold
as some lose their way, others uncover something
painfully brittle but beautiful
It's more than a tender kiss or a warm embrace
It's something so deep inside - goes right through the heart
Something that takes more than 'till death do us part'.

Isolation (version 1)

2008-01-07T23:19:00.001+08:00

by MEL-. For those who feel isolated from this world. I personally like this poem (: Try listening to a sad piano piece while reading this. I listened to The main theme of silent hill by Akira Yamaoka (piano version)That piano piece was really beautiful. Go listen to it! ((:And yeah.. only if you want to *feel* more and get that kinda effect, haha.I will try writing more descriptive poems next time, cuz I somehow find this not enough.

Spirit without soul
Heart without love
Sorrow without tears
Beauty without appreciation
Pride without Willpower
Speed without strength

This moment feels so redundant
This pain cripples and spreads
Like venom-
Weakening, deadening
A virus that changes
Victim to mutant.

No presence of life
Heartbeat slows down
Brain cells deteriorating
What in this life could ever be
worth living for?

No place to go
Nobody to turn to
No one to hold on to
Ostracised from that wretched place
Disasters everywhere
Gunshots ring in the air

Where was the life you thought you knew?
What has your soul evaporated into?
How can you possibly feel alive again
When you're nothing but a form of decaying flesh?
They see you, but you feel so invisible
So rotten and ugly.

Deep-set eyes keep piercing into you
They are tearing you apart
Menacing glares and hateful looks
When they touch, a shudder runs through your spine
And theirs
before even blinking an eye,they're gone

Stare helplessly at the lovers that pass you by
No one stops to see how you're feeling
Lost and desperate
Yet you are still holding on to this life
Maybe you are just too scared to let go
Because you don't know how to.

But living and dying makes no difference
Heart is already slowing down
Dreaded skin shedding
Pupils degenerating
Veins crawling beneath the surface
are now surfacing
Prepare to go to sleep.

Everyday is a drag
Try to go back to sleep, but they are forcing you.
Putting the pressure, expecting so much of you.
Then leave you alone, and you let go of the hurt inside
Release the tension
For a moment, you imagine you are free.

But the happiness is gone
Forever
Everyone is straying away from you
Try to reach out
Everything comes to naught

Everyday, every night
It's the same
Hide in the pathetic dark corner and weep
Pull the covers over and wish everything will get better
As if.

Because nothing will get better
As the sun sets
From dawn to dusk
The wild animals hunt
The humans work
The horizon changes
The sky fades away
The rainbow disappears
The shadows loom above

Loneliness exists
Because no one ever understands you
Heartbreaks occur
Because no one cares enough to compromise
You feel weak
Because everything is draining away
Into nothingness
You crawl and collapse

The cycle repeats.

Human Error

2008-01-05T14:56:00.000+08:00

By MEL-. Suddenly had many ideas yesterday. Actually wrote this in the wee hours, like around 3 am. Lol. I usually have inspiration at this time and have difficulty sleeping -.-. How weird. How do you find this poem? I personally find it too dramatic and exaggerating, haha. Sounds like a plea ;O

To even think of it is revolting
The way we make hay of scandals
And forget where the "hay" came from.

When we put the blame on others
As soon as we realise our own worthless lives
Are at stake
Place the bets on that wooden table
Make wagers on meaningless activities
Look before you leap
Even before calamity strikes,
IT'S TOO LATE.

The faithless accuse God
for not helping His people
for ignoring the plight of the poor
for leaving His son to die on the cross
for being the wicked's accomplice
for letting the rich prosper and the poor die
for allowing such tragedies and other disasters to occur
The last straw is when
they claim there is no God

They are not the only ones.

Everyone of us
lies, cheats, steals,
lusts for, kills, murders
In one way or another
..destroys another life.
We do not have to be arrested
to show how guilty we really are.

Talk about fate, destiny, luck and fortune
..We barely doubt.
But when it comes to God and religion
We ask so many questions and create so many unnecessary debates
As if we knew everything about this life.

How hypocritical can we get?
We flatter somebody, but criticise them in our hearts
We preach about a million rights, but do not genuinely accept each other.
When a war occurs, we start a press conference, and the minister babbles on
About how inhumane and unlawful it is
When most of the time, wars arise as a result of political tensions!

Aggression and violence,
Unrest and disputes,
Pain, hurt and anger
the loss of loved ones and
'an eye for an eye'
Earthquakes and floods,
Global warming and climate change,
Hunger and poverty,
Death and mortal suffering,
Aggravating wounds and exterminating lives-

A heart that breeds hatred
Is the same heart that loves.

When we hurt someone else
Whether physically or emotionally,
We often do not understand or CARE to understand
what the other is feeling
Emotions are complicated and explicit
We can never have and show enough of them.

Curse the sun for hiding behind dark clouds
Curse the downpour for keeping us indoors
Curse everybody who seems to be the root of our problems

Do we ever reflect properly?

Our eyes do not see, they merely look.
Our ears do not listen, they merely hear.

Predict and prophesy
Who do WE think we are?

If you are reading this
There will surely be a part of you
that wants to argue, to
justify.

Ultimately,
what is really RIGHT what is deemed a flaw, an error?
We think we see and believe,
but all of us
ALL OF US-
we need to listen with our hearts
And speak from deep down in our souls, not from those
wretched, sinful lips

Search the heart thoroughly
And give it away.

I pen all of these words down
for I do not believe that fate has a role in anything
what can possibly exist
for what is deceased
Fate is a result of human error.

"For the world is nothing but a charade
In which we create our own fate."

A letter filled with teenage angst

2008-01-01T16:14:00.000+08:00

by MEL-.

Smoking weed and taking ice
Consuming ecstasy and living this life
Which is as dead as the corpse in the grave
By the way,
I wrote a suicide note
And left it on that dark, accursed table
Saying "I'm sorry"

Just chillin' out with friends by the sidewalk
Damn my mum and my dad
Those old fellows,
way past the expiry date
They do not understand how I feel
There is so much pain within me
I need to cut and heal
Live and let live, so they say
Let the wounds open up
And swallow me deep

Oh wait, I'm not like them
I don't take drugs, and I don't smoke
I'd never steal, never commit a crime
But life is still such a bitch
Why must everyone go against me?
Now I feel like the whole world hates me
Nobody loves me
Nobody wants me
I'd be better off on my own

Punk is cool, but emo is cooler
Hiphop is the 'in' thing, but rock is the deal
I'm in love, but my heart is broken
I need to pour it all out, I need to scream and shout
Listen to me, all of you out there
You just don't hear me out
I need to feel that I belong somewhere
For I'm nothing but a lost and abandoned kid
You don't understand

Here I tell it like it is
My confessions, I give to you
You don't understand how afraid and frightened I feel
In this black hole, this oasis, this tunnel that never ends
I've lost my faith
More so in you
So I'll write this letter
And tell you goodbye
And I'd thank you for all you've done for me
Now I need to go my own way.

These negative thoughts are killing me slowly
each and every day of my life
i'm drowning in my apathy and pathetic sadistic self
i'm losing it
throwing this heart away
So I need to go my own way.

Story of a cat

2007-12-30T23:41:00.000+08:00

by MEL-. Hmm, I love cats, this is just a random poem. I'm gonna update everyday (:

Whiskers caught in a sewing machine
The miniature attempts to limp on three frail limbs
Barely breathing
Still as a rock
Tries so hard to move
Finally lies down to await her fate

Eyes tightly shut, like threads - woven together.

Doeful eyes that seem to cry out
In its solitary state
When will its days finally be over?
Tries to lick, but she can't seem to find her tongue
Numbed with extreme thirst
Too tired to even make a sound
Not even to wince

Heart is still beating, a neglected voice stays within

Thinking back to those happy times
When the family loved her
Papa would kiss her
And she missed Mama's cuddling
The children would fuss over her
Oh they loved her so much
They did
THEY DID!
But that was all in the past
It's over.

They left without a word, and never looked back.

But there was nothing she could do.
Unloved, unwanted, uncared for
They did not even bother to give her away
Just left her here, lonely and alone.
She tripped over something, and when she woke up,
she found her whiskers trapped
And everyone had left.

They packed their things and left her here.
A month had passed, and she was growing weaker
Feeble and withdrawn
Hurt and betrayed
Of her love.

She had never loved so deeply before

The dark walls seemed to glare at her
Everything in this house felt so sinister
A world of pain and misery
How could they do this to her?
HOW COULD THEY?

no one was here, not a single soul was in sight.

She felt desperate, and terrified
Lost and afraid
She longed for their touch, to see the twinkle in their eyes when they smiled
She needed so much
But all she wanted was them to come back home.

could it be? was someone opening the front door?

Or maybe not.
Those words were all that filled her mind.
They left me
they left me
they abandoned me.
they might as well kill me
i'd rather die than live this lie
a lie i tell myself every day
that they'd come back someday
SOMEDAY.

Eyes tightly shut, like threads - woven together.

Woke up to find herself in a different place
"It is so white in here" she thought to herself
A place she had never seen before
It looked so strange, so unusual.
Her whiskers were no longer caught
She was free
Just then, she saw them
Papa, mama and the kids

Tried to make a sound
But no one could hear her
But they walked away
They just walked away.

she stared helplessly and felt herself falling into the flames.

My Self-Destruction

2007-12-29T20:37:00.000+08:00

by MEL-. Wrote this cuz I'm feeling down and really horrible today. Won't turn out too good, just wanna let it out.

The sky.
Nothing but a torn, messed up dream
The people around me.
crowds seem to flash by, as tears obstruct my vision

Four walls surround me, every damned day.
it hurts just to get up, to see my own reflection
Reflection in the heart.
as hearts collapse and mishaps occur
The glass mirroring my soul shatters.

Blinded by my hatred
I abhor thee
Every day, nothing is left behind
taken away by my intense passion
A love that never dies
even as i'm fading away

Feel every part of me disappearing
trying to reach out, but i can't hold on any longer
Not even for a second, another hour
the living corpse crawls beneath my veins
Traumatises and tears right through me
dissolving into my emptiness, bitter loneliness

My pain cannot be seen or felt, tasted or smelled
driven by a force that never ceases to kill
How do you know how I feel?
i moan and i groan, all you see is a whimpering ghost
Don't pretend
when i fall, i don't need you to cry.

I look around, at every corner
your eyes are fixed onto me
What do you see?
a pathetic wreck of a wild child?
I stare in horror, as every part tumbles down
the terrifying wound opens up, and bits of me -- strewn everywhere

Overcast skies
Shadows loom ahead
As i prepare
to lay down and watch a playback of my past
Haunting, HAUNTING my eternal rest.

once upon a time [prt one??]

2007-12-28T06:16:00.000+08:00

there was a lime
who smelled like thyme
and could never say a rhyme

So he was sad
for he did not have bags of glad
he wrote of people mad
who could never be dads

these people so frail
suffering from an ail
would receive a pail
for every good sail

they never regretted
whatever was betted
from their dogs who fretted
because they were petted

The dogs would never sail far
far with a lime in a car
sailing without a scar
they were never below par

Till one day they played a harp
never did it sound so sharp
jump out of the sea did the carp
crying out "WHAT THE TARP??!"

He struck gold
and never so bold
He had much sold
To the black sheep old

"Baaaahhh" said the sheep
with a mysterious beep
"You are a creep
you silly Bo-peep"

"That can't be"
said the lime with glee
"you can go on a spree
with that goat called she"

"Why i'd never
i'm much cleverer
than to go on an endeavor"
said the black sheep with a lever

The lime gave up
The sheep would never be a pup
And so he went to have sup
with his new cup

The dogs were gone
off to the dawn
without any pawns
to play chess in the lawn

The lime put to shame
By the loss of the lame
looked at the window frame
of the tempting name

some bland porridge came along
For a game of ping-pong
as a disguise to avoid king kong
After him because he was gong
______________________________

to be continued?
at this same venue
not needing a menu
and you?

well, i dont know. its supposed to be the never ending story but my story started getting quite boring. so.. till i have more creative juices!.. hopefully when i really bored in physics after knowing all my work.

cheerio!

-lisais

Prev poems

2007-12-22T01:01:00.000+08:00

Yeah I haven't been coming up with poems lately, have been in a lazy mood. -.- Will try to update poems everyday, someday!! :D. Thanks for visiting! -mel.

17 December 2007

Perfect love.

- by MEL. I tend to come up with those complicated poems, so here’s a simple one, for a change ((:

Waking up to find a better day
Coupled with beautiful sights and sounds
Dressing up for the occasion
Could it be...?

Close your eyes
Make a wish
Things could turn out
Like semisweet chocolate
Melt in your mouth
The very taste lingering
Bubblin’

Try to comprehend
What is really going on
Expect the unexpected
Cannot believe your eyes
Time is slipping away
But the other one stays
In your heart

Your soul is tingling with pride
The joy of endless love
Nobody is perfect
But to love someone perfectly
Is more than enough

When you try to love
Prepare to fall
But in fact, you never do
All it takes is the beating of two hearts
Blending into one
When hearts seem to break
They’re nothing but a sensation
An impact felt through and through
By the people who love too deep

There is a time to be wounded
And a time to heal the lost
For two people in love
Are lost in a sort of beauty
It seems to be lost in translation
No one can explain

Sometimes your world seems to tumble and dissolve
Into emptiness and nothingness
Feeling so broken and so hurt
When you just want to hide and run away
Escape from this cruel world
It’s becoming a nightmare you cannot stop
Cannot wake up from

But then an angel comes and touches you
Pulls you away from the depths of hell
Before you’re about to fall into the dungeons of death
And never come back
But then that angel kisses away your pain
And transforms you

Away you go
From the crowds where evil pervades
Sounds like a fantasy, a dream
But you are awake.
Finally, alive, born again.

When the perfect love embraces
What is life, really?
When the perfect love is expressed by another heart
Death means nothing at all
When the perfect love comes true
You know you’ll never love again
For the perfect love is right beside you
To hold you close and draw you near

Now you do not need to ask for the meaning of life
For those who are truly loved know it very well.

Wednesday, 28 November 2007

This poem is about the conflict in one’s heart; or rather inner conflict. Tomorrow’s my English MYE, and that is making me so worried. So yeah, came up with this poem (: - “My heart cannot partake of so much confusion – for it is but an incomplete, insecure, chaste… organ.”

- MEL.

Pandemonium.

Heart palpitates
Gunshots seem to fire
Panic starts to have a voice of its own
Sharp, shrill cries
Shrieks of pure confusion
Dead clarity dawned
Gasping and gaping for breath
The last breath –
In the town of Moribund.

The next victim
Could be you or me
The scapegoat to be buried by the undertaker
The truth hidden in cackling darkness
A buss of death
Stealing lives.
Pain is weaving its way through the crowds
Death is looking out for its next partner
.. The next one could be you or me.

Dilapidation of endless grief
Tumbling down and tearing down
Destruction, O God’s vituperation!
Bleeding people wend their way home
Nothing but a call of death.

The people are not real people,
Nothing is real; for we are but illusions
Do not demur, do not try to run
No one can hide from this reality.

Peeling crimson wallpapers
At daggers drawn
Turbulence inside
The burden of being inside oneself
Tears seem to devour
A complete blur.

For if you do not understand this poem
You do not know what it means
To feel like how I feel inside
For your heart is beating
To a completely different rhythm

This impending doom
The omen I see
I cannot do anything about this
Neither can you.
We are nonentities,And this world is nothing but an oasis of blue..
Washing over us

Terrorising
Weakening
Dampening
Hastening
Quickening
Suffocating
Kidnapping
Prostrating

..my soul.

Feeling of a heartbreak

2007-10-23T18:36:00.000+08:00

- MEL

22 October 2007

Feeling of a heartbreak.

Like a rose - with torn petals and prickly thorns
Like thunder bolt - a sudden and massive shot, one-of-a-kind stunner
Like the anguish of separation from loved ones in war and death
The weakened soul and spirit, left solemn and empty
Left to die, without rebirth
A sudden terror strikes
Leaves to bleed
The razor is sharpened
Its blade cuts right through the surface
Every time a heart breaks

Transformed into an idolater
Struck by spineless Fantasy
When did this happen?
How do these emotions take control?
Why does the one who loves so deeply
Fall flat, drastically and completely?

Who can answer these questions?
Or is it nothing but a wreck of emotions
Eating up a premature heart
That does nothing but ache?
Look at each other
Stare into the wonders of the other's eyes
Dream of a beautiful place
where only two can reside
A passion that no one else can destroy
Igneous bliss is dangerous

"Forget you, forget you I shall
Today is the day
From now until tomorrow
You don't exist in my life
Erase the image that keeps popping out - you."

"Characterised by extreme preciosity
We never talk much when we meet
Yet the silence is deafening
I try to strain to see the beauty of it all
But the truth is we need to forget
Let go forever"

"Yet another truth is that
I cannot forget you
For you make me smile the widest(you were always there for me)
and hurt the deepest(where were you?)
Far, far and beyond
Will I ever be with you?"

Like a disaster that leaves people shaking
An orphan who cries out
Famine and extreme thirst
The poverty that bewilders
The jagged dagger that stabs into a wound that was already there
The scars that run through ugly, exposed skin
The carousing of the Devil's breath
Lingering as
Inch by Inch
is taken away.

Each and every day..

There is nothing else that can be taken away
For everything else was stolen
By the kiss of a timeless dream

Each and every day..

.. Turned into an ugly nightmare that haunts

Each and every day..

Time cannot stop the pain.

"Do you know how much it hurts?"

2007-10-22T19:23:00.000+08:00

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.

there once was a hill

2007-06-29T21:17:00.000+08:00

where jack&jill
took a pill
so to spill
down a hill

where they found a dill
grown from a bill
at the window sill
____________

i'm so bored in reallife.. doing stupid check stuff.. so here's a silly rhyme!
i dont need loh. i write checks for my mom all the time can..
-lisais

YOU.

2007-05-19T13:56:00.000+08:00

by MEL. this is meant to evoke strong feelings of hatred and disgust.

it is like the most solemn ceremony
where white and black compromise
burnt chrysanthemums
atop graveyards & silent respects.

another world just as one-dimensional
yet is similarly univocal
you undergo cheese-paring life processes
gradually, tormenting your very soul
almost putting you to death
sweet revenge.

it is like the very basic aspects of hypocrisy
a monumental identity
a stone-like, cold heart freezes warmth
every little ounce and inch-
the ground tremors.

there you are.
pitiful, slimy, shriveled creature.
do you deserve any pity?
those despicable eyes of hunger
grieving for a world of disaster
the pain you endure
is no less than what we all need,
in this life.

it is like a new-born baby
suckling his very own thumb
waiting for the looming figure to feed him
with that sickly entity that gives life.

it is like you.
you who are begging for pity
yet your tears are wilting
these bits and pieces of withering gloom

rebirth, reincarnation
do they exist?
only the dead know.
they see a God we do not see.
but you.
filthy creature of gore.
do you really feel?
you smother slowly in the fires of hell
and no one can hear the wails
and desperate cries of yours.

nobody cares.

The Prisoner.

2007-05-18T15:41:00.000+08:00

by MEL. 3-words a line. On purpose yeah ((: Hmm. Not a regular prison, its what a lover has to put himself through. Well, sometimes we do so much for the one we love, only to realise that he/she doesn't really care.

Cells are fixed
In an emptiness
Swallowed by the
Basking of moonlight
Shatters the silence
Reality kicks in
Nobody cares, really.

Scanty murmurs remind
Me of you.
Traversing the plains,
Running after something
I couldn't have.
Choking back tears
I waited disapprovingly.
Tension built up;
I grew helpless.

Shrinking every day
Every single day
Plays on repeat
I self inflict.
Caught up within
In my pain
Bruises swell up
As darkness enlivens.

Dear, Cruel, You:
I am about
to be banished
to My Coventry
Built a cage
That captured me
All this while
And now Im
Trapped for eternity.

Won't you set
Pathetic, pitiful, me?
I need you.
For the crimes
I committed foolishly
They were all
For you, YOU.

But you never
cared about me.
How I felt,
The disgrace that
Threatens to empower
Over me forever.

Suffocate my lungs
Just to exonerate
My fiery passion
Day after day
I fade away
You do not
But I wish
you'd rescue me
From the pain
I've subjected to
Myself for you.

To my Lover,
From Love's Prisoner.

my world

2007-05-17T14:13:00.003+08:00

by MEL. This poem was randomly thought up by me, hmmm. Its about a girl's silly crush on a boy who only treats her as a friend. Call it puppylove.

"Dream a little dream of me,
if you possibly can."
He said to me.
Just a little too sweetly
as sweet as sugary nothings can get.

You see
He knew.
I often envisaged things that seemed impossible
but sempiternal in my world.
yes, my world.

Of sweet daffodils and lovely pink flowers
where the grass stays green;
Evergreen
evermore.
where hearts are never broken
and stitches never need mending
tears are nonexistent
and sunshine smiles are everywhere

Rainbows fill the air;
sweet-smelling scents are all thats left
when silence lingers
(well, just a bit.)
Words were never made to hurt
they only meant sincerity
and love.
Oh yes, love.

'CACKLE. BOOM. BANG'

I wake up as the rain starts to pour,
thunder
nothing but thunder
drifts me back to reality.
He is teasing me.
I know he is.
But I just cant help but dream.

BOOM BOOM.

Thunder with its odious ways;
it must hate my world
it does, it does.
For no matter how hard it tries,
it can never dwell in my world,
My home

Rainbows fill the air;
sweet-smelling scents are all thats left
when silence lingers
(well, just a bit.)
Words were never made to hurt
they only meant sincerity
and love.
Oh yes, love.

And Im back to envisage
A couple holding hands
With kisses ever so sweet
They taste like icing on a cake
But no one else gets that portion
NO.
Greedy me.
He's all I could ever have
and wish for.

But he makes no move,
maybe an occasional look.
Oh, he knows, he knows.
The rain is falling,
How I wish he'd understand
How it feels
to be in my world.

His voice keeps ringing in my head,
oh, love, sweet love.

But all he says-
(i wish you'd stop teasing me, you idiot)
"Dream a little dream of me,
if you possibly can."
He said to me.
Just a little too sweetly
as sweet as sugary nothings can get.

this is my world
O sweet daffodils and lovely pink flowers
where the grass stays green;
Evergreen
evermore.
where hearts are never broken
and stitches never need mending
tears are nonexistent
and sunshine smiles are everywhere

I'm crushed.

Once upon a time(its not a fairytale)

2007-05-16T13:14:00.000+08:00

by MEL. this poem is about how we shouldnt be foolish enough to do too much for our ambitions, and sometimes its best not to aim too high.

There once was a man
who looked every bit the scholar
yet he wasted it all
by workin blue collar

because once upon a time
he'd struck it rich
and then his days soon faded away
slowly, but surely
as the lofty mammon
skulked
- nightmare after nightmare
it became

you see
he'd worshipped something he didn't know at all
it was mere hearsay
but he foolishly did all he could
to satisfy the glittering, glistening
statuette of evil.

it was blood for money
the devil's incarnate
sucked it all up
and not a dollop of it was left
to even stir it up

the curse of the hearsay
dashed hopes and lofty illusions
temporary
the possessions
all gone down the drain.

as the veins within him turned black
there was nothin he could do
workin blue collar was all he got
bcuz sooner or later
money would turn into blood

As overly lofty ambitions often do.

well why

2007-04-07T12:09:00.000+08:00

i've already said my goodbyes
so no more sighs
i would like a die
to roll and choose my lie

would you like a pie
and have several flies
way up high
all the way to the sky
__________________

i think this is the first poem i've written here where part of it has a meaning to me. congrats from me to me for this first!

- lisais

random again and again

2007-04-07T12:05:00.000+08:00

Hello my sire
You seem to be in quite a dire
Never seen land drier
Say what you liar?

Fine, Fine, Fine crier!
Just sign this sigher
I'll take you higher
With the flyer

Oh no! A fire!
Take this plier!
As i take the flier
And be a miler
_______________

How many plants
Have you seen full of can'ts
And perhaps several ants
Who just can't seem to dance
Along to a musical prance?
______________________

I'm a monkey!
Said the donkey
With something funky
Acting all punky

He's so hunky
With all that tusky
Said something in the musky
And very old bunkey
________________________

I love yuppies
Just as much as guppies
Who can never eat their suppies
So it is later eaten by their puppies.
___________________________

just some random rhymes and poems. (:

- lisais

Eating meat

2006-11-21T14:36:00.000+08:00

-This poem is based on the theme of.. Murder. -MEL.

He sits down gladly for his meal,
A delightful carnivorous he is.
He oh-so-simply loves the drill,
Everyday he eats,
Everytime he steals.

He doesn't have a time to eat,
To relish on the goodness.
His mealtimes are irregular,
So sumptuous this spread today -
Meat, glorious meat.

He chews, and pats his stomach,
That belly he lives with, with utter joy.
He never grumbles, when it all erupts,
He's just too famished to care,
Another hungry boy.

The vivid red,
He loves it well done.
The carmine mess he makes,
He simply loves the fun.

He leaves some traces behind,
That rotting air he lets go off.
He knows there is a time to draw the line,
To stop flirting with the most tempting broth.
(Of course)

But he knows not much,
Only his passion.
Sensual pleasures, food and the lush -
He indulges in only that much,
Its just, its just his passion.

But a hungry boy always has his tales,
His stories of woe to tell.
But theres one aspect in which he never fails;
He says he knows, but he refuses to tell.
Until then,
This is how the tragedy ends.

A meal to savour, he swipes them bones clean.
In his entire life, he thinks only of meat,
And the flesh is all he wastes away,
For he doesn't know about the heart -
He never makes it complete.

rainbows dont only appear after the rain.

2006-11-13T20:19:00.000+08:00

this tells of the most beautiful things in life to me.-MEL.

no, i see no point in your threnody,
i see no end in sadness,
i wanna tell you more
if you would just listen

beauty is everywhere
but no one sees it anymore

what a pity.
what a loss.
they malign Mother Nature.

but these are the most beautiful
and they make up the colors of a rainbow

when inner beauty illuminates under sunlight
and smiles
when mothers hold babies close to their hearts
with love

a receptacle of human goodness is reciprocated
with smiles
when friends laugh and play,
enjoying the goodness of the day,
they love

that iridescence of magnificence
teemed with joy and glee
no one is fighting, no one is hating,
everyone is conversing in this language of love,
and smiles, and love
..and love.
most joyfully
and most sincerely.

when the little deeds matter the most,
and kindness and graciousness constantly grows
when doves fly high, and nightingales fill the air
with serenades, with symphonies, like a loud trumpet,
they blare
the whispers of the speedy winds -
caressing moments of young lovers
- entwines

when the lips of angels never part,
the winged spectators will never fall
and the seasons never die
those colors of passion never fade
and no one ever has to cry

when time stands still
for timeless lovers
they smile
and sing

..and never cease to quieten their hearts.

drenched in blood, we still believe..

2006-11-11T20:39:00.000+08:00

this is a poem about war. and the political outcries, which i find really unnecessary. especially when countries talk so much about human rights. its annoying when the outcome is always war, which is nothing but tearing of flesh. to put it crudely. -MEL.

what a situation.
what a mistake.
you deliver the missive.
and you try to mitigate.
try to salvage
but all it comes to -
is nothing but massive
Outrage.

you think your country's powerful.
we think ours are beautifully equipped.
you think your soldiers are the best,
and your arguments are yours to deliver.
no.
we are an independent nation
we struggle
to uphold
the dignity of the human race
And that is THAT.

Rights are all we have
time immemorial
we do not wait
and we cannot wait
this war now
we must wage
to get our peace and equality.
a mix it up or whatsoever
we just do not care.
timeous decisions are the most important
and yes, we fight for the lion's share.

at full tilt
we'll go.
smidgen and so
as the days go by
we'll send in our troops
for we believe in rights
and equality.
we fight for what we deserve
and we deserve it all.
Yes, we who believe fervently in humanity.

the people are starving
bullets are landing everywhere
children are crying
dead bodies lining
across the streets
the situation is devasting
yes, i know we are all struggling
for our rights.

but i do not care.
we will not let nationalism..
Conquer.
i will not hesitate.
this is a bloodbath we have to indulge in..
Maintain.

look at the glass windows
smithereens they become
look at that delicate flesh
smithereens they become
look at the tears which are forfeited
smithereens they become
(it's all for world peace!!)

so at full tilt
we'll send in our troops
we will not cease
and let our hearts give in
too many mistakes we have made
we can't turn back now.
we have to win,
in the long run,
we know it has to be worth it.

and it's all for the sake of human rights,
democracy,
the people, MOST IMPORTANTLY.
Justice,
equality..
And all that no one has seen.

haikus (river mystery)

2006-11-10T22:48:00.000+08:00

This poem may make no sense. Hmm. It isnt about a river, really. Its about how people should stop and think, and forgive, although most of the time, its amazing how we'd rather find out more about the death of someone else, than to do more to prolong our lives. Most of us are just too depressed I guess. -MEL.

How beautiful the arcane
seems that we all love
the massive, most Lucullan

Sometimes I think to myself
how strange it all seems
when reality contradicts

Disembody, disembogue
The intriguing -
those lugubrious ups and downs.

Like the waves of emotions
As paronymous as this -
Beauty and beauteous

I know I make no sense, but
what is left of me
is what is yet to be seen

I do not hallucinate
..just indulging in..
that homochromatic din

I just can't fathom this whirlwind
there's just so much more
Why do we keep stalking wind?

Believing in the unjust
We love drowning, deep, deeper.
Do we even stop?

It has come a time for us
To listen.. Embrace.
This watery grave must be

It must be buried.

Mister. Greenwood

2006-11-09T20:57:00.000+08:00

Dont know if such a person exists. I made him up of course. But Im sure he does ((: There's another meaning behind this poem. Im actually mocking at guys, and no matter how smart they seem to be, they seem to be blockheads most of the time. Dont mean to generalise, but yeahh. Well.. Pardon this poem, I dont seem to have much inspiration today. -MEL.

Prim and proper,
Neat and clean,
Mister, Mister,
an obnoxious martinet,
You wouldn't believe,
Believe he exists,
But he does,
He does,
Just as these lines run,
Oops, I meant trim.

Just look at his desk.
Look! Look!
Whaa..?
No you dont believe?
Yes, he bought those books 5 years ago,
Whaa..?
Oh, yes.
He did.
And you wonder why those pages are unbelievably, imperceptibly..
White.

A sclerous being.
He never budges.
Even his thoughts are arranged..
Alphabetically.
Oh yes, classified in every category possible,
I must say.

But look at his wife.
All she loves is his money.
Oh, the poor ol' man.
But I wouldn't pity him for sure.
He deserves to have a vulpine by his side,
An especial jezebel,
For he doesn't waste much on himself.
All he does is make sure,
He dots the i's carefully,
the q's he marks with absolute precision.

Call him antisocial.
Even call him a societal reject.
For you'd never see him with creases,
Spots, grimes, dirt.
Even his face,
Beautifully Botoxed,

Now he doesnt even blink an eye when his wife takes all that money away.
Plotting, scheming, that's all she ever does.
Look at what love can do.
How beautiful it is when he gives in too.

I told you he never blinks an eye.
Don't be surprised.
He's just a guy.

Cruising Holidays

2006-11-09T20:44:00.000+08:00

Wrote this poem when I was bored, on the first day of my cruising trip, 5 nov 06. Yeahh. ((: -MEL

Like glassy ghouls
And silver-tinted tiles
Drifting marble
Glamorously fragile
O! What splendour
The sea! The emerald cold
Nothing short of glee
That chameleon
Swerving in every direction
The sea! The sea!
A never-ending old.
O! What a sight to behold!

Vibrations beneath my feet
Im surrounded by walls of white
The silver handles of drawers,
The grandeur of this room
They gleam, basking in the glory of the light
This holiday
My troubles have all gone away

As wide as this spread of calm,
They're gone; my serenity awaits.

I do not care about chaos;
Im far,
Too far from here
I do not know of you,
Him,her,them,they,
We.
Just far,
Too far from you.
So I do not know
And I do not care
What a life!
What a day!

3 days, 3 days,
O, what a shame.
But, O!
Can't you see?
Dinner's beckoning,
The sea's so near,
And this is,
I am.
The life I've always wanted.

Though the lines stop here,
The ripples, the waves....................

..This never ends.

' jenesaisquoi '

2006-10-30T14:30:00.000+08:00

jenesaisquoi(zhe-ner-say-kwa) is a difficulty of expression. yeah. this poem is about mankind again. the weaknesses of most of us. yeahh. i guess. -MEL.

my friends, i dont understand.
i dont fancy this world.
where darkness becomes a fantasy,
and sunshine maneouvers around your hearts -
when you long for more,
everyday.
non-stop.
unceasing.
oh, to say the least.

your souls are frightened,
your spirits are drowned in sleep.
oh dear, your ambitions filled with that light you thought you had
you may not think i know.
though i do not understand.
for if science is a reality -
i am nothing but an entity of absolute nihility.
nothing but matter.
it's empty within.
now, dont start calling me ,"ignorant latter".

I care.
I do.
About how the universe revolves around your petty muses.
Do you ever stop to wonder about the damage done?
Look at how deep the scar has fluorished
The magniloquent lesion.
Now, wont you find a possible lenitive?
Or are you too impossible, too dazzled by your worlds?
I testify everyday, a horrifying sight.
I jump at the mere sight of Satan's reflections
Every day...
Every night.

In the dark, you finally think.
You assesss the nigrescence in your pitiful lives.
Where do you stop?
And when does it all end?
Do you realise truth..
Do you understand the meaning of compromise?
No, we don't.

So don't worry any longer.
Darkness is there to mislead people who thought they were right.
While self-denial simply hides your miserable sight
Inside.
Do you ask yourself?
Do we honestly feel?

Emotions are such -- you should let go of

Stop holding back.
And dont question no more,
Your iniquities are irrelevant,
You don't know what lies beneath skin, wounds, tears.

Go on and be superficial -
And I shall excuse myself now.

idiot box .

2006-10-27T13:25:00.000+08:00

mm. its been a long time ;). will submit more poems yeah. 'idiot box' refers to the television. and this poem likens a person to the telly. it associates human idiocracy with the images we see in our everyday lives (: -MEL.

by day he leaps, always past the finishing line
sadly narrow-minded,
theres no thinking
out of the box
his colorful mind
but look again, he utters nothing but goobledygook
oh just listen, try to catch up with him
he's gone before you know it
and the stars hover
crashing into nothingness.

and then he enters another phase of his life,
another world
the colors all revolved
some stare, some fantasize, some snuggle up with him
but it all boils down to a blank screen
a higher being conquers another
we play, we learn, we criticise,
no one can stop us
no one ever cares.

he's the immortal we love and adore,
he's the trend that lasts and never ends
he....
he can't speak,
not for himself anyway.
but everyday they get on with their lives
frothed with idyll
grumble and mourn, sorrow and shame
life can be said to be nothing but a game
he's amazing.
he's entertaining.
the new topic in the school.

can the dead see him anymore?
oh no, but he sees the dead.
constantly clothed beneath that grey facade.
seemingly boring;
he displays nothing short of disgrace
but they love the worthlessness of it all
that grey old companion,
he's been there for all.

we love dramas , dont we?
we're just too caught up with the scenes.
even if one stops lookin,
sooner or later;
the beauty of his adolescence,
the truth of
time running by;
everything,
you gave a name to,
sooner or later,
hot-blooded devils will sink you in-

..one by one, they'll put you to shame.

little miss hiphop

2006-08-07T19:12:00.000+08:00

-by MEL. something different from what I normally do. LOL. But I dont like it at all, Aha. Oh well.

she jumped and she rapped,
she stu, stu, stuttered with per,per, perfection-
"Lo! Lo! Lo behold!
I, I am the queen!
The queen of yo, yo, yo,yos,
Behold, old, old , I've got bling bling, iing,
So ki, ki, ss,ss, kiss my ass, whack my thang, ang, ang,
I la, la,love to do loadsa ding ding, ding, iing!"

One fine day, it was raining in the streets,
But not so fine at all, for this little miss scrreecchheedd!
"To hell with those thugs, ugs, ugs, Oh!
They messed up my skirrrrt, and they dont admit a thang!
Wait till they see what I mighty well've got,
Wait till they look, at all that ass I kick with all that I got!
Shoo fellows shoo, Do your bizz, bizz, bizz, business,
For I aint no mother cranky bitch,
Dont mess with me."

A whole lot of attitude,
Little miss hiphop mobbed.
Invade the streets she durst,
"Im the mighty queen of yo,yo,yo,yos!
Calling out, call out to me, baby boys,
All you fine gentlemen, hold me tight,
I know you want, tt,tt,tt TO!
Waiting here, wait for, for, for moi,
Yo, yo, yo, yos comin your way!"

She did what she did,
Whatever she wanted.
The original diva,
She was the perfect doe.
One day she left this town,
She vanished to another,
Why oh why,
I miss little miss,
That little miss hiphop,

At 30 she disappeared forever,
To where? Why ask me, only stutterers know.
But if you put your ear against the wind,
Just listen carefully,
With absolute precision -
A faint whisper,
A haughty maiden.

My, oh my,
Perfection often lies with imperfection,
Little miss hiphop,
Gone with the bling.

/Bow down to the queen!

random short short stuff

2006-08-07T13:57:00.000+08:00

Wheehee
Said the spleen
Trying to go lean
But unfortunetely
He died trying to pee.
________________________

Alright Alright Alright
Trying to put up a fight
With all your might
To the Master of Sight
Who got blinded by light.
_________________________

Pringles
Pringles Pringles
Never eat them in singles
Nor when you want to mingle
Or else you'll find them magically gone!
_______________________________

i'msobored. got t do my hist now.
so, cheerio!

-lisais

RAGING EMOTIONS

2006-08-06T22:43:00.000+08:00

-by MEL. wrote this cos there are indeed raging emotions within me. I cant control this. Sorry, will come up with a cheery poem one day. I just had sudden inspiration for this cos of my feelings.

It hurt so bad.
It hurt like hell.
I never expected.
To feel this way.
To feel so bad.
To feel like hell.
Where were you?
Who are you?
Please go away.
..But please stay.

Wandering around lost,
Searching for something,
Misery I found,
Blind fears of nothing,
I never thought,
I tripped and fell,
You laughed at me,
You never cared.
I dont know you.
You dont exist.
To hell with you.
I hate you.

But I vowed
I vowed to heaven
I prayed with heart
To death I live
Im living a lie,
I cannot survive.
I try to go on.
To be strong.
For you I love.
To you Im true.
But you left me empty,
broken with despair.
I dont understand this,
I cant fathom your poison,
You thrust with utmost silence.

I saw you with someone else,
It stabbed through me,
Right into my organs,
I couldnt breathe,
My heart stopped,
My breath devoured,
From then on,
it was the life I led,
Jealousy was all I had,
When I knew I was out,
Out of your heart.
I knew it was over,
But I had nothing to say,
When everything I felt,
Felt too much.

Now Im trying to cope,
Just trying to let go.
I wanted to let you know,
But you were never there for me.
You were never there to see a tear roll down my eye.
You never loved, only a stranger I despised.
Stop taking me for granted,
Stop showing me the signs,
You dont love me,
Like you used to.
The past is dead.
The dead still haunts,
Lives on.
Wherever you go,
Ill be by your side,
But Ill never forget,
The wounds that never close up,
Were the wounds I opened for you.

The scars remain,
they never fade,
superficial stains,
will always stay on the blade,
they are the blemish,
they are the pain,
my skin is delivered,
For you I sin.

Once Again

2006-08-06T05:50:00.000+08:00

I pen
To a friend
On a fence
Who's in need of a lense

She tries to mend
Her lense
With some sense
Of trends

So she tries to cleanse
Her lense
While trying to fend
Her lions' den

But there's ten
Flying dogs who are dense
And my friend,
She is tense

How can she fend
Her lions' den
While trying to mend and cleanse
Her dear lense?

- lisais

________________________

two in one day. (:

More Rhymes

2006-08-06T03:25:00.000+08:00

Hi, i'm a lime
With a rhyme
And a sign
That's never declined

There's a mine
In a turbine
And lines
In a twine

Here's some pines
In rows of nine
That are all prime
So, let's all dine

All those chimes
Make me, the lime
Want to mime
The thyme

- lisais

________________________

won't you say hi to the lime?

What A Journey

2006-08-05T13:21:00.000+08:00

Tick tock
Goes the clock
The doorbell rings
And then there's a knock

Someone's come with a flock
Oh just stuff that sock
And come over and give me a rock
Then let's all go 'round the block

Oh look it's a shamrock
and there's a croc
down by the dock
eatting a hock

Now, here comes a hawk
let's all mock
the cock
with a lock.

- lisais

_______________________

wootage.

Fools

2006-08-02T09:55:00.000+08:00

MEL-. This poem is about fools who see things only on the surface, and just simply follow the crowd, without bothering about the truth, and what really lies beneath

The ice breaks, tattered and torn,
Detached ashes blow out the smoke.
Somewhere a little town starts to fade,
For it was so small, barely the size of a grape,
Liars reigned and failures enthused,
Dozens of workers resigned;
"O! The devastating news!"

For beyond the town, pastures laid.
Some fools hid beneath a tree, mismatched,
For shelter from the breeze which blazed
and an escape from the ashes,
Detached.

All they saw were the fleshes that melted away,
From isolated corpses.
And the bruises, the disgusting scars which turned their stomachs,
Maligning the ghosts in which they endorsed in.
The body-the discarded, the bones long gone.
Smothered in the ugly forensics,
The apathy, the stupidity,
And hearts long worn.

Dressed in dark cloaks with hidden pockets-
They never delved into.
Adorned with expensive jewelleries,
They never much fancied, but followed up with,
If they would, they could just undo,
The many holes which alleviate,
The countless faults of the tailor,
But no,

For that corpse I once told of,
Was hung from a tree,
The tree they sheltered from,
From which they hid from the breeze,

The breeze, ah it howled so bad, to the other side,
The other side beyond the pastures, the greenery of facade,
The little town which started to fade,
Ceasing to be missed,
Yet with honors much boasted about,
But no one cared to dismiss.

This senseless masquerade,
innocent souls shunned,
For fools will always be dressed in dark cloaks with many pockets,
With holes that alleviate, and no one to mend.
These fools are hiding beneath a tree! O! A tree to hide from the breeze.
So many jewelleries adorn they, never liked but followed up on.

And the end justifies the means, so it seems,
The corpses decompose, they start to rot,
But no one cares, all they see,
Are the disgusting scars,
The body-the discarded;
the bones, long gone
They doubt with a meaningful disgrace.

I'd do anything

2006-07-31T13:29:00.000+08:00

-by MEL-. it's supposed to sound desperate, I guess. There's a sort of climax thingy going on down there if it's visible.

I am on Earth,
Or am I?
Is it just some place faraway,
all that my thoughts can concede?
Is everything a mere blur,
or was it just a whole crap of lies?

It is me in the mirror I see,
It is like the aces and spades in cards,
They stack up and reshuffle,
lining up, and in the end,
they're still cards,
all the same,
always.
forever.

They say that the world is a bed of roses,
but dont roses eventually wither and fade away?
They go forgotten, into places of their own.
I hear their snigger, I see their callous snipes,
Cant you see? They aim so viciously at me,
Without a trace.
I'd sooner or later-
Vanish.

For I'd give a million bucks,
if that could buy all the happiness in the world,
materialistic gains that seem to be so indulging,
They put smiles on people's faces, so radiant.
Faux pas, and oh, that sleek handbag,
They slaughtered a gorgeous crocodile to get it,
And it's beautiful.
But I have nothing.

The days of hunger and lust,
Who wouldnt want to be the one and only?
It is the ravenous appetite of a caveman,
The basics, mind you.
The longing to feel, feel what is real.
For once.
Oh, maybe twice,
What would you know?
Im famished,
Very.

And I'd do anything,
Anything at all,
If I could omit my name from the Book of Life,
With blood and tears and stupidity to please.
It'd be perfect.
If I could yank out the atrocities of my stomach,
Oh magnificent.
If I could just drop dead and cease breathing,
The sun would just keep on breathing.

For even if it meant,
downing a cup of lethal poison,
stabbing the ounces of my swimming veins,
or merely stroking the knife,
Just to forget who im made to be,
And escape from this mirrored world,
Where friends and foes kiss and live in bliss,
The pretence, the transparency of my existence,
Even if it meant.

It would mean everything.

Conversation among vampires.

2006-05-13T06:43:00.000+08:00

-melZ.

Either drink or be dead.
The world aint fair.
can't keep hiding forever.
In the shadows , in the shadows that hold back.
We cant move forward , we cower in disdain,
There must be something;
Something that we can re - enact.

Oh now, dont get too agitated.
We 're special , we're different.
They're foolish , they don't know.
They think they're the best ,
Oh , but no, the quiet often rule the beasts' lair.

Why the tremors of this world.
Can you feel it? The distrust.
Lusting for the blood of life.
Some waiting for a miracle.
Crimes everywhere , break this cliff.
Destroy the riffs, endless tiffs.
Oh by jolly, we are the risen dead.

Risen dead? Oh dear,
you must mean the graves buried in open seas.
Or the tombstones they carry and construct so easily.
On the beaches , even in homes, anywhere I see.
Everywhere that talks.
Or is it the cycle of the destined?
No matter what, we'll triumph with ease.
We'll restore some force of release.

For the sinners, the lust, the desire , the busted.
The murderers, the rapists, the backstabbers , the robbers.
Oh , the greatest gift is pride.
Raging storms, and leaving corpses.
Oh by jolly, some force of release.

The Rock Concert.

2006-05-13T06:27:00.000+08:00

-melZ.

Adrenalin swirls, pacing through blood.
Desire to take over the stream.
Pushing forward , making a pact with the beats.
Swimming in an endless mass of liberty.
Voraciously fascinating;
A display of fanatics.

Faint screeching of electric guitars.
Heart revoked by sounds of medicinal tin.
Properties for the ears , droning the mind.
Sharp edges , pointed snares , all animated.
Movements so daring , without a care.
Heavenly parade;
Dissect the floor.

Of the hunters' victims.
The tenacious wounds.
The terror.
The emotions.
Long lost grief.
Endured.
Revived.

Injurious damages.
Falling forth, once alive.
Shattering the walls.
No shelter, yet it pours.
Crowds still looming , no one cares.
Gadgets misused , voices reach out for help.
The passion.
The fire.

Monsters that once cowered in fear.
Abused , the memories.
Shiver , it's the hurt.
Once stabbed deep beneath the skin.
Once pulverating the tortures of the sin.
Mistakes , couldnt be taken back.
Present avengers, maximum lyrical ventilage.
Scream.

Decade.

2006-05-12T12:56:00.000+08:00

-melZ.

Burning fires, arsonist desire.
Licking flames of due time lust,
Dissolving , enjoying , collaborating the dust.
Vacuum that presses in the pain , the dirt.
Faulty yet deterring ,
That of a lover's goodbye.

Grumbling hunger, a heart that's melting away.
No one sees , the trembling blood clots , wandering.
A thousand years it seems, a hundred years left to cry.
In the haze , the break takes place,
Elevating the angst of a past in time.
Preserve the mass , now so worthless and just one.

Trapped within a well-bodied stutter.
Echoes searching the walls of menace.
Where the colours erase, fallen leaves replace.
Contagious blood shot wounds scarring the place.
Corpses in every corner, every gloom ,
And peace in every unsheltered storm.

Over the fatigue , the tendencies of the worn out.
Disease of the young, dying to be old.
Oscillating vaults left empty and spinning.
Familiar sounds of a lullaby playing.
So sweet.
Bitter medicine tastes so fine now.
Choke on thus perfection;
And laughters will sprout.

Wrote this poem cos Im SICK of how everybody is treating me, taking me for granted. I should just die , no one would notice anyway. People always want me there for them. But have they ever thought about me?! When I felt so weak, coughing the hellstone out of me, when I felt despair, all alone, did anyone bother? NO. fuck. dont you know that im not a mat, im a HUMAN BEING with feelings , mind you. i appear cold but in actual fact, i've just given up. ALRIGHT. So im gonna just wait. If you want me , then shoot. If not, fine then. it's fine with me. Ill never make the first move and be left a stupid fool.

it's not

2006-05-12T04:25:00.000+08:00

flying in the light breeze
a fluffy white dandylion landed, PLOOF!
in a flourishing garden
growing in my backyard

months flew by
this weed attacked
this garden
the flowers, all withered away

but did it mean to?
it was just barely living her own life
and somehow had t fight
for her own survival too.

- lisais

if that's what's happening, i never meant for it. it's not my fault okay. i was happily living my own life. i don't give a damn about him. why the hell should i care??

Confusion

2006-05-05T15:44:00.000+08:00

-melZ.

Horror, an apocalypse .
Winter nights , distasteful sights .
Day breaks , thunderous greys ;
Risen corpse , oh is it day ?
Festoony of detached verdicts .

Trembling ; blood stained killers ,
Wailing ; Pain of peeling demeanor ,
Oh , unconscious , sudden emotions .
Run deep , pour forth ,
Hesitate.

Retreats , battlefield of regret .
Grotesque meanings ; addendum to the splendid .
The crow was waiting , no light shown .
But Alas ! The Almighty wanders ;
To the furthest horizons , baby inside whimpers .

Countless wounds ; dismembered hurt .
Disintegrated marks left behind ; a sheltered street .
Chaos of medieval times , they derive from the pleasure .
But no cause , no reason , a life is lost .
Rebirth ?

They cry , they yearn ;
Innards all swallowed and taken aback ,
Heartbeat fades and comes tumbling back ,
The rebound twisted , Recur , re-invent .
Long lost boomerangs .

Try to find faith , to believe .
Courage relinquished , and then stolen ;
By words of blithe diversity ,
Yet no cheer revolves , nothing is right ,
Silence coordinates with hidden smirks ;
Pain.

oh yeah?

2006-05-01T06:16:00.000+08:00

so you think that i'll be like that
but what you don't know is that
i'm not so predictable like that
because i'm just not that

you think that i am so
but what you don't realize is that you are so
we will never be so
but you'll always think that everything is so

waitting so it would
you really think that it would?
it would
never would

- lisais

yeah, not a very good one. my second serious type. yeah.

Sting of the venom.

2006-04-30T08:27:00.000+08:00

-MELz.

Like bugs on torn,shredded greens,
Ant treaded,and mice grated;
The air lies cold,a resonating stillness,
Shutters blind eyes,of the intangible rebuttals.

Sputter and liven,faint and grow,
Anticipating distaste,Stunning your fonder;
Of roundabout glee and wicked fantasy,
Winding paths filled with traps and pitfalls;

She speaks her finest,unpredictable strokes,
Grumbles to satisfaction,tinge of fickle stunts,
Silence bestows,bold the red parallels,
Hide in the consuming distress,
The recumbent shock.

Fire.

2006-04-29T07:55:00.000+08:00

-MELz.

Fastidious passion,obstinate devils,
Raging cauldrons of steaming clay.
Papercuts dissolving amidst the feast;
Ravenous appetites,
Thy toxic resist.

Shun shadows,slaughter the crows,
Blaring,snaring,thundering;
Withered death blooms from the obnoxious grouch,
Stomp,stamp,and a bang.
Rifles lurking from a greasy corner,
Oh,the shallow maneouvering.

Jealousy growing,
of a sprouting enblare;
Staring,glaring,
A silent feud,
everything to delude,
Neglect.

Bite the lips,sirens of bitterness,
Shriek through the entries,
Torn apart and cranked.
Vast vessels sunk,enraged;
Those seas divulge,
Swallow,no processes,
Nothing.

de amour.

2006-04-22T08:55:00.000+08:00

a simple and sweet poem for all out there reading this,and concerning SOMEONE i love. =).
-MELz.

The rain dabs.
Rumbling fears.
Consuming distrust.
Untimely tears.

Dusty streets.
Facetious conceit.
Messy outlines.
Of musky smells.

One moment,
It's all clear.
Sky hangs high,
So beautiful,a sight.

One moment,
Blizzards outrage.
Nature collapse.
Distinguished miscreations.

But dont give up.
Dont let go.
We'll play at the fair.
I'll be the swing,
You fly high.

Have you forgotten,
the games we played?
The joyful laughter,
what else more to say?

We clutched tight,
Released the tension,
Held on to each other,
A candlelight mourn.

We promised,
Till the sun remained.
We parted,
And the light barely shown.

And I remember,
the dreams the waters washed adrift,
Memories of love and patience,
And the last time I saw you again.

Merely a phenomenon.
I see you ever so clear.
But i dont see you anymore,
The one I endeared so queer.

I wish your lips,
Mouth words meant for me.
Tell me I love you.
And that was never meant to be.

The past isn't real,
Fragments of you diluted,
A place of foreign origin,
My stance chanced upon,
You.

No matter what,
I'll always remain.
You and I,
Renown to reclaim.

i just don't know

2006-04-21T14:38:00.000+08:00

sitting here,
with me,
i don't know,
i just don't.

maybe one day i should
or maybe i shouldn't
i don't know
i just don't.

will it ever be?
will it happen to me?
i don't know
i just don't

will they all
say it one day
instead of hiding
their feelings in fear?

do i have the will for it to come true
and not let it remain as just a dream?
i don't know
i just don't.

but what am i saying?
that i am not strong?
i am, i say
then i should know

but somehow,
i still feel like
i just don't know.
--------------------------

this is my first poem where i put more emotion into it.
i'm pretty amateur, but whatever.
i also have nothing better t do, but heck.
anyways, yeah.

and fyi, this poem is just a bunch of random thoughts going through my head.

- lisais

BLOOD

2006-04-06T10:08:00.000+08:00

it's shivering inside,and i dont know why,facing these walls of presidential solitude.
-written by MELz.

The tender,the flow,a never-ending old.
Like a fond memory,it flashes,it stuns,it's venom.
Critters scratching down the skin,driving through the treaded upon,
Elevating its pungent arson,all rushing down the drain,
Arrhythmia of despondencies,unheard,little by little,
Inhibitor of the specks of dust,withered lust,vanished.

Omnipotent,it never denies,candid and frank,
Evidence displays,nothing to shroud,
The spiritual skies of Satanic worship,
Glanced upon,acknowledged,no turning back now,
No tourniquet,no shame,it's all wrapped up in a blame,
Virulent as it grows;

A needle pricking the balloons of opacity,
A shushed up tousle,never to be brought up again,
Anxiety subdues the extremes of pain,
Souse down and devour,the once resolved purity,
Innocence shunned by all,only the evil reign the throne of unseen plight.
As frustration pushes emotions to the boundaries of red,
and glides;

Hurt reborn,reclaimed,renowned,
A kind of villain,The zephyr starts to sing,
Territorial and trespassing dignities,all sunk below,
Beneath the thin layers of custody,the rights and the stand,
Sees the world in cuts and cracks,
Seeping thoroughly,and dresses the white,
An emptiness that fills,a victory that is a blank.

Palatable sources,hatred to the core,
Vitality of the zombies,swaying and betraying,
No calm,no peace,yet quiet and a certain crease,
Crumples with jagged edges,Spreads out to pine for,
It's the expiry of the production,the foul smells of its dusk,
Fall upon its paean of undying wounds,so contradicting,
The melodious panels of haunted lyrics,once sung.

Like arrows that dart so deep inside,
Mild utterings in a second,minute,gammon?
Shut the windows,close the doors,
turn it on full blast,erase the shame,
In a body,from a body,exaltations of criticising hymns,
Slashes of fresh scars,coarse-grained,so distinguished,
No harm intended;

Rushes out,and then slows down,
Accelerates and then rewinds,
Today is the same as the remnants of a yesterday in the past,
Skeletons in the closet,trapped for years,never to be discovered,
Hidden underneath a seemingly flawless exterior,
The skin smooths out,and beneath it all gushes,
Just like lava from a volcano,erupting,erupted,never ending,
That silent comfort,
Heals and disintegrates,
Vandalises yet consoles;

Now the pain's concealed among the faded laughter,
The beautiful memories and the warmth of the ancient,
Now filling an empty white to the brim,
colours red,shoves a new kind of dim,
The tremors reverberate;

the rock by the roadside.

2006-04-03T10:12:00.000+08:00

A poem inspired by my dear godsister.(:. by MELz.

Skin's all wrinkled,oh dear me,oh.
Those frazzled wounds of mine,so glistening,undying.
The weeds have outgrown me it seems,
I sit here by the lonely,cold roadside,pondering.
It's winter,the snow's falling,a silent blow.
Of the wind,it's tone is cranky,it shivers,
The desolate glow of a despicable slight beam.
So unknown;

All by myself,nowhere to go,nowhere i can recuperate,
This boundless pain and that feeling of neglect,
Will the days ever stop,will the cheers ever wait?
I need some time now,I need a breather,
I want to crawl,even if I fall,
It's better than these silent moments,
do you ever bother,do you ever care,
I try to stay calm,yet I try not to stare.

Couples passing up,hugging one another.
Embraces of sweet lovers,and thus friendships are forever,
And the dog pees onto my irreplacable scars,
Oh,can anyone feel the shame and the disdain?
I try to cry,but my eyes are cordoned.
My lips are sealed,but no one looks.
The boundaries you say you try to overcome,
Yet you never know what stinging pain really is.

A knot of confused tides evolve around in my innards.
Contaminating me as a whole,I retain the fear.
Nowhere I can go,no place I can unveil,
This rugged and hardy exterior I perceive,
it's barely silk curtains to hide what's underneath,
I crave for the warmth,the family you're blessed with,
Yet,all the rain does is sink me deeper into the soil,
This muddy mess,this hole I can never get out of.
You dont know;

The genesis of wrapping,wrapping what's contaminated of me,
It's the heartbreak that keeps me going;
No one ever said I had a heart,do i?
Or is it just a bleak,coarse,dirty grease beneath,
which hid away in a little paradise I cant reveal?
Leaves fall down,the birds start to sing,
Harmonious yet jarring on the ears,
tell me what life is,when you do nothing but hide,
Concealing the lies,those you dont want to recite?

I dont have a life,
and no,i dont die,
Im just that little rock you never bothered to give the eye,
I go off in a slumber,
I wake up the same,
No one ever shows me concern,
Merely false displays of contradicting public affection,
Barely silk curtains to hide what's beneath,
Silhouettes of undenying shadows so made up,disbelief.
I dont have a life,
and no,i dont die.

when i was young.

2006-04-01T15:26:00.000+08:00

-poem by MELz.

A rubber ducky on my left,a barbie on my right.
Squeezed and played makeup,my world was just so bright.
I learned to walk when I was two,talk when I was three.
Momma always told me how cute I used to be.

I used my colour pencils,scribbled on the walls,
A slap on my cheek,spanking on my back,
Enforced by incredulous pain,I wailed and I shrieked,
Screaming to the empty air,no one bothered,no one cared.
Then,I started to bleed.

Hugging my little knees,squatting by the corner,
Insecurity overwhelmed,whoever turned off the lights?
I ran and ran,started to trip,
yet I couldn't escape from my mother's grip.

Thunderstorms ventilated,lightning shocked,
I felt fear,I felt pain,I felt threatened,
Yet everyday it was the same ordanities of life,
I couldn't laugh,I couldn't play,
Nothing was of interest,and those toys were gradually thrown away.

Gradually I knew life was just no game,
No more merry-go-rounds,no more fun fairs.
My dreams became my nightmares,
I was always the one to blame,
And,I realised I had to pretend,I had to feign.

I couldn't cry out loud,I couldn't complain.
No more games of catching,hide-and-seek,and hopscotch.
The tender memories soon faded away.
I couldn't focus,I couldn't sleep.
The outcome would always be bleak.
And I asked myself "why?" every single night,
yet all I had were tears blurring,forming a tide.

I told myself that everything would be alright,
yet I learned that flowers withered,and that the stars didnt always appear.
Happiness didn't last long,they took away everything from me,
My remorse transformed into anger,everyday I cried,
Frustration formed a monster in my mind,I ruined the years,
My years of adolescence soon drew near,
but nothing ended from the time I learned.

They say knowledge is important,
but what if it doesn't undo the knots in my heart?
I knew too much,it's been so long,
Since the day I started learning,
My fears still conceived in my heart,
I dont know what to do,

A rubber ducky on my left,a barbie on my right.
That was the past,a remnant of the broken pieces,
All that was left is discarded,nothing can be revived,
Those were times I learnt a lot,times I struggled to remain,
These times went away,
like me when i was young;

the ancient mirror.

2006-03-30T13:45:00.000+08:00

this is supposed to be a creepy and mysterious poem.x).by MELz.

Down the hallway,across the room,
Fills the silence,assuming the gloom.
Walk down the aisle,windows await,
Firmament bestowing a lonely old blade,
idling by the doorway,shimmer and spate,
Flourishing into the stillness of the breathless vapour.

fading reflections,absorbing the opaque spirit,gazing upon,
splashed blood onto the borders and the frames,
a ghostly flavour lingers and disdains;
the pungency of the splendour of this marquise pride,
Yet rays dissolve,shadows contaminating the vain,
Marrow of the faint,
revealed;

Admire the beauty,the oneness of a flawless art,
Its fine disgrace of the onus of pain,carving and weeping,
Thin lines plunder rights and spaces,never quivering away,
An old friend standing there,yet never beaming,expressionless,
mysterious identities scrawled with such grip,smudged with such care,
Esteem gets undone,so many reasons to frown,
Drown in the confusion;

camouflaging within the unseen,the souls of calamity,
an omen of bleakness,spontaneity tried once,twice,unwittingly,
eerie sounds of the night,owls blaring,and the moon alas;
once bitter,twice shy,hiding behind clouds of haze,
Afraid to condone the tardiness of rejection,
and that stinging refreshment,it blinds and it restores,
A desire for her place,her very own,none the least;

A crow with polished,ruffled up feathers,
it moves with such poise,yet inside it withers,
Slowly it needs,it craves,it ponders,
yet all a twisted skein of lies it deceives.
It barely croaks a sound,yet rings so clear,undefined,
Its genuity,no one doubts,for it's just a blur.
With no outlines,and all but vague candles remain.
lights are switched off;

Telephone cords slashed with such perfection,
all imperfections lie in the thunderstorms,and the tides,
no answer,no one's there,the echo banters,an evil air evades,
a cold,spine-tingling,shivering nightmare goes past,
Touches the skin with barely a sound,whispering its intentions so clear,
Sarcastic realities ring true,only a worthless antique on display,
No rust,no dust,not a single speck of trust,
Oh,irresistible temptations;

In the past of the unknown,some make-up she smothered,
and the mirror so undaunted;
Crimson lips,sprouty eyelashes,
Blusher sparkles through,a void peach of tinged red,
She picks out a dress,it stuns,
With maroon an absolute onanism,cardinal stripes of decor,
The most beautiful lady,looking into that mirror,it was her very night,
The night she unknowingly died.

Pale,with glistening pearls,
Wolves howl,hyenas blare their fanciest,
Smooth surface,it compares to silk,
Glows with such lustre,yet bores with such delight,
Uncanny the corners,split images start to form,
Illusions of an incomplete image,they cry and they wail,
Yet no one's there,no one knows,
Objects start to quiver,the mirror starts to shake,
But no one's there;

The glass shards break apart,they clatter onto the ground,
Cracking and sputtering of unsure groans and voices,
Yet the mirror still stands,undaunted and unafeared,
a cold,spine-tingling,shivering nightmare goes past,
Touches the skin with barely a sound,whispering its intentions so clear,
Echoes get louder and increases,so gradually,so mysteriously,
idling by the doorway,shimmer and spate,
Flourishing into the stillness of the breathless vapour of late,

The doors start to open,yet it soon shuts again,
Hundreds of decades passed,yet it's still the same old game,
Footprints engraved on the walls of the distaste,
As a cold,spine-tingling,shivering nightmare goes past,
Touches the skin with barely a sound,whispering its intentions so clear,
Illusions of an incomplete image,they cry and they wail,
Flourishing into the stillness of the breathless vapour,

The most beautiful lady,looking into that mirror,it was her very night,
The night she unknowingly died.

Reincarnation

2006-03-20T19:50:00.000+08:00

-poem by melz.this is about the wonders of life and death,the hypocrisy of it all,and its relation to a female ghost.the words in grey are comparisons.words in red are a form of generalisation.

Her eyes are bleeding,
bloody carousels spinning and twirling
Her soul starts to redefine,
molecules of every kind searching for a kind of home

Guts are threatening to devour what's left of her,
ants crawling on skin,fungi-filled pores,extinguishing the clean moisture
Her heart was cruelly finished,
dessert of fine couture,digestion of meditated,long awaited food.

Travelling from east to west,north to south,
flying vultures hunting down preys,victims worth their catch.
Exploring the various corners and the curves,lines and spirals,
mazes that never end,once begun and never rewounded its peace.

Sightseeing,finding the answer to questions left dangling,
whispering creepers,leaning on,never letting go of broken fences.
Running away from the dangers and the fears,
thunderstorms are brewing,the evils of nature lie ahead.

Looks into every home,every accomodation,every abode,
disappointment drew near,spreading through the vast tunnels of nowhere.
No shelter,just ground.No banter,just frowns,
Esteem which never seemed to sustain,quivering of cold extremes.

People around,with no expressions,it seems.They tell lies with such irrevocable claims,
soldiers with armed weapons,knowing deep within,the war's lost,they march without a care,and the king's dead.
The earth is round,with no end to morbidity and shame,
the darkness and the pain,classified injuries with self blame,contaminate pride,they feign.

She wanders in the gloomy regions,yearning for the light,
blythe never was more satisfied,her beauty glowed through the equivocality.
She feels around corners,and hears no insight,
dissect this mock hole,it never budges,its operation spells trouble,fonder its last.
She tries to voice out,but controversial's the word,and no one understands,
Toxicity of the poison through the lungs,deep into the festivities of the shutters.

No one cares about what she feels,no one could ever distinguish,
fish in the pond,all dead and drawn,and the finality,eaten end they.
She sees smiles with no meaning,happiness just flew past,
jet planes with such vulnerable life spans,wings all broken,crash and burn.

She couldnt cry anymore,for her eyes bled dry,
curfews with senseless disputes,tearing layers and tender innards.
Her intense desperation dissolved,and morphed into one,
destiny decided,fate untamed,yet held back,and so many drastic contradictions.

Plaster the texture,but the form still recurs endlessly,
orphans crying for loving care,others blaring for manifesting truth,no dare.
Slowly,gradually,she fades in the light,weightless vacuum,
protesters get shot,and their murderers go scot free,deaths go wasted.
About to enter a new life,another cycle of dread,another timeline of history,
babies enter this world,which seems so bright,yet they dont know what awaits.

She wasnt worth a thing,never significant,never loved,
flowers smell so sweet,yet pungency takes over,it withers with such dignity.
Couldn't find the body meant for her,it was all a shell she hid beneath,
wrecked ships and stolen treatures,those pirates of stingy abnormality.
But alas,it enlightens,and manipulates,
fresh replaces rotten,the shiny replaces the rusted.

She desired,she lost.She wished,the realisation of gaiety was naive,
with no ailments come no recuperance,suffering given many names.
Reborn and renewed.Her nightmares excluded its night,oh,the irony,
and like hailstorms and floods,a living blackness of devoid humanity.

Gravity pulls everything down,
The new ponders the old,and the cycle continues.
Does death come first,or life?
bloody carousels spinning and twirling

MALTOSE! malt candy!

2006-03-17T05:31:00.000+08:00

malt candy so sticky that you are,
the days when i played with you are so far,
day by day pass
and i feel the death coming upon me
as i cannot have you ever again

malt candy oh malt candy
how i miss you so
made of the sticky starchy sugar maltose
who knows when you'll come back into my life?

-lisais

dumdeedummm.. i'm really bored lah and well, i miss eatting and playing ard with my malt candy and this poem.. err.. i anyhow compose lah..

The Living Corpse

2006-03-08T12:08:00.000+08:00

hmm.wrote this during ss period.was feeling real horrible.-MELz.

Her body lay still,holes pricking within
Cardinal menace,a littering disgrace,
Slithering dialogues of no utterance,no speech
Spreading to the deeper depths,smothering insides.
It stings and with venomic blithe,So destitute,so abandoned,
Cut and stab;

Smells of aromatic crimson,disguising thy cruelty
Vile submission to despotic graveyards,
Spinning and maneouvering,awaiting the gloom of the vast
The knives dug deep beneath skin,rotting gross,dirty,
Steering through a sea of death
Soon to drown,yet assumption hesitates,the theory of the misunderstood
A tragedy;

With no will,no rebounds,no hope,
Crawling and stumbling,blood stains dragging,
Snakes of smirks curving with grace,
Clarity of the devils,horns go blaring,undeciding
Terrorising atrocity,it pinches and it devours
Deprived hunger;

Martyr of tears,fears swallowed,enhancing pain,
Hatching the evil plot,the grouch hides,
Bloodshot panes,clatter so widely,an anonymous variety
A spiral clash,thundering and roaring,so obnoxious,so stagnant
Withering petals and drooping leaves,mutilation grims.
The blood never ceased,scars of repugnance,a failure,a fool,
Long gone;

Fragile Hearts

2006-03-02T15:27:00.000+08:00

just a short poem by MELz.dont feel like writing much.too depressed for words to continue any further

One word.interior breaks.
One touch.All is revived.
One wound.all is shattered.
One embrace.it all unbreaks.

An imperfect world,with its devastating corners,
currents drift and waterfalls drown,
earthquakes shiver,while the grasses get stumbled upon
Leaves fall so fast,and petals collapse,
All hell breaks lose,all terror condemns,
It consumes and it swallows.
Digesting its revolting contents;

It hesitates,the re-defining pretrials.
The preterition of its predecessors,it wonders,
Experiences,feels the shame,feels the disorientation,
Disparage of its status of minority,it spills,it trudges on discomfort,
Stumbles and bleeds,scars numb indefinite holes,
Rip the loose ends,sew against nothingness,
It's spaced apart,lingers and trembles,yet another organ.
Wasted;

It grieves in silence,in morbidity and uncertainty,
It grows faint,fades in tune to its beats,
It slowly stops,everything grows dark around it,
Devoured by its loneliness,denied by time,
no blood keeps it awake,
Subconscious no soul remains,
Just a fraudity to deceive itself,
One day it'll stop surviving,living in its hell.
Reality;

Definitions

2006-02-26T07:40:00.000+08:00

Sucky poem.hah.-MELz.

When people ask "how are you?"
They expect you to say "im fine"
When people smile and say thank you,
Everyone assume,no one bothers.
For these little musings are speculations,
There's more that lies behind.
You dont know.

And the blood isn't really red,
It's transparent,mixed and ruffled.
The tears aren't really transparent,
They're red,crimson and shed.
Happiness isn't really a smile,
It is an undefining smirk,a confused emotion.
Crying isn't morbid,
It is an ever-lasting ventilage,a period of relinquishment.
refreshed?

Masks aren't artistic,
They're ugly,sadistic,and disfigured.
Scars don't mar,
They rejoice,they fluorish,and they're artistic.
Love isn't bliss,it ain't blind,
It's an awaiting tragedy,a moment of anguish and exasperation.
Hatred isn't antagonising,
It's contemplating,a trend,a most innocuous blend.
Beauty?

We were never created,never born,and no one ever existed,
We are the guilt and the shame,the alabaster-like intentions,
We don't swear to release,
It's a mild form of expression,redefined understatement.
Acting isn't a job,
It is a lifelong learning experience,a human release.
Drama isn't a humanity,
It is the dreaded emotions of mixed ambiguity.
You never knew;

So forlorn and forgave,
A disgrace is likened,
Check up the dictionary,
Swallow up the pride,
Humility was never the word,
You stumble and you stride,
Never fallen;

Literally and exaltingly,
Egoistically frantically,
Overdose and repatriate,
into that world you died in.
The spaces and the lines,
Parallels so non-existent,
Nothing existed,nothing made,
Struggle to define,and you hyperventilate,
faint and resume,recurrence of the doom,
and..Re-assume?

Bring me back

2006-02-25T13:16:00.000+08:00

actually a song i made up x)

Bring me back,
away from the pain and the shame,
Bring me back,
spend my life waiting for you,
Bring me back,
I wanna play rock and roll in your arms,
For you are the drums I play,
the beat i meet with everyday.

Over the mountains,and over the seas,
Your hurricane is nothing but a time to resist,
A weak soul you are,
I wanna hold you so tight,
We'll sing accapella together,
Until the sunrise falters and dies,
Lying beside one another,i do love you.

Bring me back,
away from the pain and the shame,
Bring me back,
spend my life waiting for you,
Bring me back,
I wanna play rock and roll in your arms,
For you are the drums I play,
the beat i meet with everyday.

Until I die,
Wake me up from my dreams,
For I am more fragile than you ever thought,
You forsake me,but I forgive you,
Desolate and alone,I still want you,
Need you,uh huh,and love you,uh huh,
You are my world.
Yeeaahh..

Bring me back,
away from the pain and the shame,
Bring me back,
spend my life waiting for you,
Bring me back,
I wanna play rock and roll in your arms,
For you are the drums I play,
the beat i meet with everyday.

For only you I need,
Only you I foresee,
And my eyes were hazy,
Now everything's gone,
I know I'll die,
soo..

Bring me back,
away from the pain and the shame,
Bring me back
,spend my life waiting for you,
Bring me back,
I wanna play rock and roll in your arms,
For you are the drums I play,the beat i meet with everyday.

Solitude

2006-02-25T12:43:00.000+08:00

Wrote this during E-maths.hehes. XP. -MELz.

On the verge of breaking down,falling apart,breaking into pieces.
Paper cuts,glass shards shattered,blood smears begotten.
A little boy with no eyes,his heart never thought,hands never felt,
Spinning around in circles,lost.
Darkness devoured his little figure,
He fell,he stumbled,smothered with the licking flames,
Burning his insides,extinguishing the passion;
A wretch;

His sister kicked him,a hole in his heart
Mother abandoned him,a space lingering in his desolate air,
Father yelled and tied him up,blisters tattooed him
In school,he walked alone.
At the back of the line,his despondent motion
Freedom of celibacy,stuck in a rut,unresolved,
His steps were small,redefine the footprints
A ruined mark,the dreaded stamp,
Graffitti?

Red marks were all that uncovered his sores,
In exams,he failed.
Blot the walls,disfigure the tolls pressed onto him,
Blood brought forth a new meaning,
An evolution of the faithless
He doubted,unsure.
He falted,unaware,
An irreparable mistake;

It's raining in his spirit,the only thing that feels the depth,
Deeper it pushes through,a never-existing blithe,
Those feelings in a different dimension,shuffled carelessly,
thunder storms blow him past,but he still lives,
Innocent as he might be,his soul is a mix of terror,
a bouquet of recollected scenes,yet only made up of thorns,
As the clock strikes past one,does it reverse?does it stop?
The hindering past,a slot of cruel participation,
Pain never was infamous;
Delightful?

thirty years passed,thirty years gone,
Kicked his son,-a hole in his heart
Abandoned his girlfriend,-a space lingering in her desolate air
Yelled and tied his son up,-blisters tattooed him
A series of events,just like a movie of gore and war,
Blame him,blame the outer,the inner,the distasteful,
You win,you lose,die you will,
You live,you survive,away you go,
Recurrence?

For this is the cycle of the pierced,the pricked,
The abused and the weak,
Devils chased and angels raced,
Against time,they lost,it won,
The invisible mystery,
A diction of the hysterical,
Unknown,blind,deaf,mute,
Deter the senses,you still face the music,
It goes on and on,
The cycle of fantasy and reality;
Spooned into a massive swirl.
Rejected?

A despotic lust.

2006-02-22T17:25:00.000+08:00

Along the pavements,by the sidewalks,
Round the bends and amidst the curves,
dark shadows bear rancor,watchful eyes,disdainful;
Sneaking beneath windowsills,prying through the peepholes,
Caressed whispers quivering in a trance,hypnotised yet kept awake,
By the very awakening of the egoistic faith,the blooming of thee,
A shuddering exposition.

Crawling and maneouvering in the stillness of the air,
Lingering,dandelions of swift petals,falling apart so fast,
Darkening candles,wax dripping,
No improbability,no probability,
If roses were meant to wither,why grow?-the innocence.
If pain was meant to be healed,why fluorish?-the hurt.
If silence was meant to be cold,why not shiver?-the neglect.
A thousand equations left outside,never could be answered,
For these thousand puzzles,never fixed,never plastered,
The edges revealed the torn;

The exacerbated.
The revolted.
The exploited.
Facing the same death,the looks and the stares,
Blinding and numbing,the freezing tyranny,
An eventide mumbling,the birds stop singing,
Gasp and implore,and the passive unaware,
Fantasizing,a dream that never could come true,
Nightmares that never existed,yet beguiled,
Belles of the muffled,never ceased,never released,
No faith,no truth,none so in this game,
The game of the unmitigated,
Insecurities;

Contemplating a beauty of the same,
Can lust be measured?Can feelings be withheld?
Dying together,and living apart,
A day to lose,a night to gain,
Smirks and gossiping,the cruel fraud of the nominating,
Nominate the shame,blame,the unruffled chaos,
Deprecate the glory,the winners and the runner-ups.
Longings can never be fulfilled,swallow the tears,
Rummage through your fears,blame destiny,fate,whatever it takes,
Irreversible,yet so unrestrained;

Free the doubts,clear the clarity,
blur the departure,the doom of unappreciated gloom,
Continues,pauses.stops.plays.Routine.Standstills.
The end of the dusk,no end to be revealed,
The beginning of confused wars,so lost,so deprived.
So undertaken,the strife,
Debates of integrity,
Unabated?
So near,yet so far;

The Puppy

2006-02-20T15:13:00.000+08:00

CREATION OF MEL x)

Brown fur,shaggy coat.
Walnut eyes,A tiny little bloke,
Wandering by the roadside,staggering across the streets,
Barely crawling,a sorry sight.
Hardly maneuovering,a pathetic height,
Finding its way;

Clouds turn grey,but no rain falls,
Trees shake,Leaves drop,a gloomy weather,a doom so soon,
Silhouette of the slightest goon,with no hope,no will to bloom,
Cast aside the flowers and the cheers,
Bring forth the lethal weapons and the spears,
Injured it was;

Countless wounds and shattered dreams,
Abuse of the grouch,the unwavered witches,
No mercy,no warmth,no love,no faith,
lost along a lonely path,drifting and searching,
Lonely souls wandering,black black black,
it all takes over,spiralling into a darkness of devastation,
Dissolver;

Bandages uncovered,the plasters fell out,
The creases and the folds,the broken pieces of wastes,
Cutting through,deep inside,the blood refused to taste,
Taste the emptiness all swallowed within,
Unravel the hidden meaning in depth,
Disguising the fears,the hurt and the pain,
Lying against the truth,without the blame of shame,
Hidden;

Amble and fall,fall and tremble,
The cold of the wild,the spirits of the sound,
So dead,so dreary,so fast and so fury,
Enticing critics,they laugh and they scowl,
Insulting the magnanimity,no smile and no trials,
Unauthorised access,the lone puppy throws up,
With nowhere to go,unwanted,it felt.
Homeless;

Digging through the rubbish dumps,so forlorn,so withdrawn,
paws all frazzled,dirt over the hassles,
Life so meaningless,shadows lurking everywhere.
Uncouth barbarians of nature possess,
Emotions all mustered,smothered and triggered,
Countless daggers stuck in the heart of the puppy,
It strays and it fumbles,longs for peace,longs for joy,
Its eyes start to blur;

Can a puppy cry?Looking so dazed and confused.
Can a puppy sleep?Forever without the dangers.
Can a puppy die?And stop the guilt inside.
Yet a puppy is nothing more than a puppy,
Inhumane resorts,callous remarks,
The ego trampled upon,life gets so horrible,
The nightmares the puppy experiences,
evils are all it sees,
Scary?

The vicious cycle continues,
the poison pollutes,it's tyranny,unbeatable,
Insane thoughts,Unrestrained migraines,throbbing,
The puppy sheds its final tear,doesnt know what love is,
Doesnt even bother,never even cared,
As it looks back on the tresses of its life,
It starts to stop,never rejuvenates,
Obstacles it must face,it wanted the dream,
yet the puppy,it was just a little bloke.

Innocence had no meaning,the horrendous winds blew,
The puppy shed its final tear,its final jeer given,
It sees the headlights zooming in,closes its eyes,wishing to dream,
With no breath left it starts to sleep,crushed in and giving out,
Blood oozed and its fears numbed within,
The puppy awoke,its new dress of translucency,however familiar,
It started its lone journey,drifting again.
Silent nights?

"Faux Pas"

2006-02-10T14:51:00.000+08:00

Creation of MEL x)

Torn webs of tattered ruins,
Rural,a tinted mess,rundown furrows,
Enticed by the blood of exiguity,
The flesh ripped off,skins destituted,
Merciless;

Echoing the gallows of promiscuity,the cons,
Lying through depths of shotgun serenades,
So dangerous,a passion.
So desperate,the hallmark of opposition contradiction.
A time to fail,hallucinations to kill,
Waiting in the shadows?

Force against friction,competition yet so deft.
Compatible as common,a tad so benign.
Superficial neigh' spiritual,
Those ugly,colliding devotions,
They worked so fine,yet with no purpose,
Mo-no-to-nous-ly.

Prioritize those acts,scripts of utter anonymity.
False plights,undermined,so denyed.
Struggles for the truth,
Egoistic,yet so typical,
Even the sneaky were really sleuths,
The scenes of show and tell;

The venose inclinations,marks of bricks,
Stuck together,yet fallen off.
In time to receive,in time to deem,
The worthiness of the faculties,
Your highnesses and your tang compresses.
"OH,you say the impetigo arrived?"
"OH,prithee,pity thee?"
-Your implicit nature.

So implead in the laws of the ruthless,
You twist and you burn,
Penetrate improbability,
You creep what you yearn.
YOU-

Asterisks reverted,impossibility doubted,
Masks of imperfection,no kidding,no digressing.
You crawl,You dive,and you bawl,
Full swing,you're in,
A joke you were,
A party you conjured,
Brazen;

As cend to the bottom,
You descend just to do a fraud,
Due dateline,you faltered,
Adjure by no means,
Your words unsaid,unspoken,unintensified,
Unrefined;

The oath of the light,
Delve among the might.
YOU.-

Courage my friend,you say and you impreach,
The dawns and the dusks,the raven and the mask,
Ditched;

What was gone was what had happened,
What was truth was now a lie,never believe,never hope,
Your world of the pretigious,solely a mistake,
History;

So implead in the laws of the ruthless,
You twist and you burn,
Penetrate improbability,
You creep what you yearn,
Us?-

The Killer.

2006-02-04T10:29:00.000+08:00

creation by MEL.-

Effacing the stains,the scene of contamination,
Cursing the innocence,the underlying participation,
Enigma that spirits,lies still in the mist,
Gruelling,stomach-turning,nauseous anticipation,
Blur of Trackers,hidden in the dense bliss,
Chastity given a new meaning,
Reassured;

Fusing within that trauma of psychology,
Perturbed by those among the red tide population,
Minorities of the few,engrossed in the play,
The reds spread in and out,to and fro,from and about,
A candycane with pastel stripes depict the image,
Frantic souls racing against the terrorists of time,
A depth within the drowning,
Fumble amidst the sprouting,
Of notorious nefarious.

Negate the evidence,buried subsoil,
Demoralised with lack-lustre,a cause and an effect,
Rust and go bust,Maintain the dead crust,
Cut and open,Seal and dignify,
Detain the suspects,innocent they were,
Release the knell,they mourn and they grieve,
The bereavement of the neglected angels,
Life of an exterminated,over-rated convent,
Nunnery;

Pray for the weakness,the contest between losers,
Kneel to the graveyard,the skulls of tender losses,
Dance in the diss co,Discriminate the fiasco,
Rain of the spades,hide indoors,dont reveal,
The drizzles of needles,hit,and drip,
Bleed and pin,Destiny soon decreed,
A fate that had never been;

Cherish a love,a love shortchanged,
A hate for a love?A love for a grudge?Oh,an exchange,
Desire for the courage,the fame and the top,
You struggle to fight,you never realised,
Competition strived,soon the blood came to life,
Ice-blended?

Forgeries of jubilation,do you hear them?so clear.
Soft cheers of victories,Loud tentacles of vented frustrations,
Vying to outdo,Desperate to consume,A lethal,bend of the round-about,
A turn to a dead-end,Change over a new leaf,and proliferate,
Particles evaporate,Unify into vacuum,sucked as a whole,
They climb,they rise,they tend to rely,
The bad via the players of the game,
Posers?

Blades,freshly regained,Sharpened with a new edge of morbidity,
Cuti nto the atmosphere,Rant of infidelity respect,
Spear through the blushing pilgrims,Dip in and out,
Tickle the authencity,Dress the veins of explicity,
Curving in,and driving out.Spacing apart and draining slowly,
Fading away,clouds of grey,fogs of the blind,
Untangle this mess,solve the mystery,
You hear their plea,
"Return the key."

The key to open the doors of the justice,
The key to smuggle those goods of happiness,
Enter the new era of the blessed,
But the key,never to be retrieved,
A fit for the none,never to the least,
Waste and utter,Pawn and clutter,
Relinquish the lock of stationary,
Demolished the scene;

So,camouflage a trend,the fashion remains so timely,
Fake a smile,trash the happiness,toss the hurt,
Laugh till your guts spill,the waste inside could never be subdued,
For The Killer took one last stab,one final drag,
No one saw,and no one knew,
For the reason was nothing new,
A lie it had all been,A masquerade of all the tricks,
Infamous flair;

You try to run,you try to hide,
But in the end,it's all deep inside,
Flourish and flunk,"for all that glisters is not gold",
The mold you hid in,a shelter you breathed within,
So face the music,you once shut off,
Away from your head,annoy the facade,do,
Blood spilled twice and thrice,many and too many,
For the Killer took one last stab,one final drag,
No one saw,and no one new,
For the reason was nothing new.

A Timeless Love.

2006-02-03T14:00:00.000+08:00

Heey!Dont worry.this poem aint gonna be emo.for the first time,hahaha.well,it should be rather romantic i guess?!.hm..i came up with this poem when i was in heartland mall..i was overwhelmed by boredom..so.i looked around.and then.i saw this watch shop with the advert "timeless love".so.i thought of this poem.so.yup.:).i hope it EVOKESthe right feeling :D. -creation of MEL.

Galaxies of all vast planets,so wide,
Containing mysteries of the milkyway,somewhat,
Decked out in the world's top silvers,shimmering.
Splendid eccentricity,categories of nil comparison,
With no drift,glossy and so fine,
Arrogant of all properties,humble thus together,
A valuated destination;

Fancy hassles,pairs inclination,
Hands in time,souls wandering too fast,
like spendthrifts of other neither or not,
They space out and gravitate,
Repels the whiteness,rebels of the darkness,
Chaotic spirits of elegant reds,so in tune,
That music of eternal rest,forever.

Carressing through testy testimonies,
Crossing the barracks,grotesque none the best,
Sovereign rules 'neigh worthy,
Controversial hardly won,no hesitation.
Incessant tenacity and candid determination;
Of moments neatly drawn,
Crisp,cut,and no lines born,
Inseparable;

A ballet of smooth ballads,
Finely tuned to the pitch,
'Tis that presides over all spontaneous tides.
Magnanimity bought over the tights of colours,
Degrees of non-compromising spaces deny,
A trench of warmth,a chain for the lips.
Untie together.sensuous of it all,
Eternal and fundamental,
Wants gradually morph into NEEDS,
infatuation passe'.

For a romance so divine,
Like a burning candle,so kindred.
For timeless love could be fulfilled,
If priceless attractions be subdued,
Tangents of feelings never concealed,
The essence of love consumes,
A cunning wasp of contemption,mind you,
Contemplate and await,
The untimely arrivals;

Blending deeply into one another,
You never knew a meaning more true,
Condensing, so miraculously made for each other,
You never spectaculated a bond so cruel,
A match made in heaven?
A cost made so perfect,
No more a word to be uttered,
For it'll never be the end for me and you,
;Till death bade us adieu.

The Blare of the Glare.

2006-01-31T17:43:00.000+08:00

creation of MEL.

Rags and torn dresses,
Blimey and sick "expenses"
That filthy,rugged spent-on wastebugger,
Fussy,dead miserly spanked lil old bugger,
That,a dime lost,only a pun gained,
Destiny bestowed,a time forgotten.

Looking down,and falling up,
A tax to waste,a perfect snub,
Letters to lose,pencils to snap,
Furtively spoilt,they compare with ease,
The perfect tear,the worn out,mannequin,
So similar,an identikit?

Plasters with holes,made up on wounds,
covered too soon,and smothered too wanted,
Kisses so unsweetened,an alabaster surface,
Unrefined,and dirt-filled,colliding with frost,
frost of a delicate,a testimony of icy cold,
greetings;

Craving for the colours,destinated for the keeping,
Plummeting off the edge,awaiting,
Just arriving,frolicking and freezing,
In the stillness of the untameness,
the wilderness amongst the well-boosted crimes,
Red-handed never caught,free?

Ah,yes that doll,just like wild clusters,
The above aforementioned,
So alike,just as destitute,homes not real,
no temperature,uncultivated,
face of no origin,blabber at that sight,
Gather the cards,in time,to the rest,
Now you see it,now it diminishes,

Lying atop a railway landing,
Exposure to contraband,freaky endings,
A mishap or just a happening?
No one knows and no one will,
For the time being,all else fails,
A mess,a mess,oh look at the contest,
So frazzled,and undying,
Wasted and demurely undefining.

For this doll of lacklustre looks,
Oh,be amazed,belittle,just don't be fickle,
A lone heart is all it takes,
A retort of no luck,is all it makes,
Differences so similar,compared this way,
Analogies so critical,so beneath,subway,
Eyes of despair,expressions that declare,
Shut down and Go up,
Nonsense to blare,

For he looks and he stares,
Candid and outright,
No one knows,and no one will,
For the time being,
All else fails.

Cutting Edge.

2006-01-21T14:54:00.000+08:00

Mel's creation again.like i said before,my poems are really about how i feel at that moment,it's just a sorta spontaneous kind of thing,you know,that's why,you can see,last minute stuff never turn out that great.:D.thanks to whoever supports my poems :D.i really mean it.x)

As you know of fairytales,a wishing wand,allured,
Point,point,point,and it all came to no avail,
The endings' sweet,yet so boring,
Happily ever after,is one word so interesting,
Prince charming rescuing the princess from the tower?
As the song goes "I'd rather rescue myself."
Crazy as it seems,

Caution,tons and tons of caution,
She stepped beyond the circumference of depth,
Wandering in a lost circle,
Reversing and slipshodding,
Slipping into a black hole,
Overwhelming,what the word,
For the better for the worst?
For the loser for the best?
Competition kicks in,

Fell down,and got up,
Knees bruised from the gravitational pain pull,
Sucking to the ground,like the vacuum,
Under the galaxy,a word of fantasy?
Daydreaming and awakening,so frustrating,
Giving up,

Blood was the only source,it was so thick,so fine,
The seemingly jagged corners,turned out to be so fabulous,
A smooth,concrete mixture,
A well-stirred,refined lather,
Ran so deep,travelled so far,roaming,and dissolving,
Fundamental and lethal,
Weapons oh so brittle?

For null and void,lice and mice,
the world still spins,
Ego carved,re-manufactured tough,
The calm never returned to the sea,
Storms overturn,Haul boats,Untie lives,
A moment's loss,a momentary boss,
Taken charge,Undesirable lush,
Way too soon,groan and croon,
An endless monsoon,

For it all ends somewhere,
Just like the greyscale,the shiny silver,
parallel at both sides,deepened to spell,
Holding and releasing,not to tight,never just right,
Spiked,
of those alcohol,comparably drunken,Frail,
Dizzy,so frizzy,
A little world to myself,a little space to someone else,
The awakening injustice,it never saw the light of dawn,
The dike of mourn.

The Protagonist.

2006-01-21T14:28:00.000+08:00

written by emi.ok.fine.MEL.mel is emi.emi is mel.get it?hahaha.will not use an assumed name anymore..errm..sorry.i needed to release..but didnt really have any inspiration :(

The cars zoom by,
Passers-by go by,
O!What a sight to behold,
For at a corner,stale and rundown,
Vaporizing smells drift and wander,
Rubbish dump,from it in it,
But look closely,a little rag doll you see.
Torn and tattered,

But you'll never see the grudge held beneath it's eyes,
Unwanted,forlorned,neglected,so riddled,
A puzzle waiting to be solved,yet lost,
The meaning behind,a hidden,a trespasser,unleashed,
Those bright blue eyes,and the perfect curls,
A baby face of which was once known,
O!pity thee.

Now,pathetic,empathetic?
Broken apart,its arms and legs,limbs?
Torn apart,what a wastrel the source,
The beautiful face,scratched,and disfigured,
Like a tattoo,permanent,not so covered,It lasted,
Intellectual,Foreign,Unknown,
Of thee object of abandon,Mother Nature so pardoned,
Yet,cruelly left aside,heaps of loneliness surround,
That dark background,

Unseen tears,now so bloody,so unrevealed,
The hair,now,a nesting ground for the birds,
Fed on,chewed on,grounded,No liberty,
What was once loved was such benign intolerance,
Hatred spelled out so clearly,selfishness of the once-gorillas,
Evolved,Revolutionaries,The new world,
The spastic mankind?

But now,you see,the little pieces,
But you'll never see the smudge left behind,
Dirty,dirty,filthy,filty,unsightly?
For I saw blood,drastic,
The doll with the cute frame,a sweety pie it used to be,
Just like a burning flame,it rusted to ashes,
and those deliberate smashes,

Emotions,you never saw,
Feelings,you never realised,
This doll had a heart within its eyes,Eyes upon its heart,
It came alive that very night,and boy,was it a sight,
Haunting,bleaching,staining,demolishing,
For the night that had once been so beautiful,
Now seemed so hollow,rural,bleak;
Enchanted no more,the name's voodoo,
A bedazzling vamp
?

For she stole the limelight,
she ruined the night,
She uncovered the sparkles,
She destroyed the fight,
Sheltering the despicables,
Unearthing of good,
She stole the limelight,
And boy,was it good.

The Annual Death Anniversary.

2006-01-15T15:10:00.000+08:00

another creation of emi.

It started with humongous dark,grey clouds,
Then they started coming,the visitors,
It had turned night,the moonlight faded,
Hidden behind,not daring,so unamazing,
In white and black they came,
In tiny groups and ones all the same,
So assembled,

The leaves started to spread out,
The owls started to blare,
Shattering the silence,darkness cowered in fear,
Wedging in between,they started to jeer,
Those menacing evils,hidden somewhere in between,
A meaningless night was all it seemed,
So dark,yet so aligned,

Requiems sung out in memory of the girl,
Her photo attached to the grave,still lone
where the longtime memories faded away with that one smile she gave,
etched so deep,corners twitched,you should have seen,
The borders of the picture,yellowed,
Chrysanthemums were the gift,it was all she had,
yet,they never saw,

Standing there all along,an invisible stranger,
Using her very own blood,a long time ago,
She ended a life,the life of her body,
Yet,her soul was still wandering,
Regrets unwavered,she roamed it all freely,
With a stench of the eleventh hour,alone and drained,
Peacefully?

On this very night,she seemed to lit up the surroundings,
yet no one could see her,
Her very own gleam,she sparkled,
Yet,beneath that light,you should have seen her soul,
The remains of it all,no different from when she was alive,
Detached from the body,she soon detached her soul,
Where what remains to be seen,no one knows,
she stood there,

Even after death,a loner she was,
Few visitors gathered,for that solemn moment,
Spiked with the air of drugs,the spirit was there,
It was all so silent,morbidity?Fraudity.
Initials carved on that very tombstone,
Number seven it was,at that very cemetery,
Of which was so dark,so creepy,lurking in the shadows,

Rest in peace it said,
R.I.P,
Yet,the truth remains so mysterious,
A certain dark angel watching them,
With bloodshot eyes,tearing skin,bleeding insides,
Amputated cruelly,spiritually,disfigured unknowingly,
The initials,
M.O.X.L,
carved in red,
25 of march was the day I said.

And they slowly left,
voodoos hanging in the air,
Dangling;so unrealistic,yet dressed at their very best,
Where was the laughter,where was the tears?
Emotionless,So afeared,
Bloodstains everywhere,it all smeared,
A new era of bloodshed?

Hearts of Steel.

2006-01-15T10:15:00.000+08:00

poem by emi.

Wound up by coils of dangling rusts,
Tied up by frail rubberbands,coarse,
Greasy,puzzled,crumpled,the spirit of lust,
Dressing up,letting go,fooling around,
Messed,so rewinded.

Ornamental gifts forsaken,you never considered,
Feelings given away,never heeded,no promises left behind,
Uncouth,barbarians,So hurt deep inside,
Never wondered,never spared a thought,
Organs of drifting wrinkles of smother,
Reddish,gross,remains of the latter,
So wasted;

Frozen,seemingly,temperature,drastically,
Tough,Magnetic,kidnapped so blatently,
Callous wounds blast surfaces,
Winding knots cover under-mazes,
Critics adjoining,opposition,confusion,
Lost,beating hurriedly,rushed,such a blusher,
Faked;

Went insane,amnesia so real,seemed so illusional,
Particles stressed up,vessels tightened up,
veins dragged on,cords disconnected,
No breath,so surreal,suspended in space of red,
Swaying uncertainly with clumsiness,dread,
frazed by haze,laces with more mazes,
Complicated..?

Skipped a beat,Started to die,
Washed the blood,started to run,
In a sudden frenzy,random,too soon,
Disfigured and tattooed,marked by crests,
Pins,Pricked,Oozes and leaks,
Bleak situation,starting to bleed,
Emergency,Insane,More like a war,fighting,survival,
More like nonsense,broth.

Unable to move,unable to escape,
Stayed there too long,Numbed there too gradual.
Frontal and back,Linear and lack,
Globally drained,physically pained,
Emotional ignorance,Stupified fame,
Procrastination of disasters,come what may,
Somehow so speedy,somehow so faint,
Blackout;

Torn apart in the graveyard,
Digged out,the bandages,
So plastered,so pretended,So unadrift,
Drowning away in seas of rubbish,thrown,
Spinning away in bloodshot angst,
Stationary remains,corpses and skeletons,
Minds and brains,cold and wet,
Candidly many,Uncannily sandy,
Dirty?

An Anthology.

2006-01-11T10:45:00.000+08:00

written by emi again.it's similar to the previous poem.

Once upon a time,there was this little girl,
She mingled around,She was the life around,
She loved the laces,the party swirls,
Pink was her colour,an angel she was,
Happy she was,cheery,joyful,thankful,
So delightful.

But,the clock ticked too quickly,
The little girl soon grew,
Her heart a frail ego of hurt,
Her mind many trails of thoughts,
It was all she had,she had friends,
But wasn't sure,
This little girl,wasn't her.

She kept on smiling,enjoying herself,
Yet,her tears kept on coming,in spite of it all,
Deafening insults got to her ear,
Accused often,maligned she was,
Where was Justice?Is that what Life was?
A mess of coordination,a stumble of fates,
A container of hurt,a coincidence of tales?

Betrayed ever too often,she still trusted,
Of the cunning traits of this world,she still doubted,
This little girl,had though become a beast,
She wandered around,thoughts none the least,
She had lost herself somewhere in the woods,
when she was a young,not so complicated little stoop.

She despised the sweetness,she hated the bright,
She loved the darkness,it seemed to shine,
She soon stole the limelight,but grew to die,
When the sky turned dark,the day began to fade,
She morphed into,a modern era Dracunian.

This little girl,she learnt a lot,
From the past,the memories,what nots,
Her knowledge was abundance,
So many,so fast,
Yet,the hurt she accumulated grew through those laces,

Soon,she sat in school alone by herself,reminiscing as an individual,
She soon got tired of it all,she hated the spark of nature,
One evening,she wrote her last letter,
Tear stains smudged,but it didnt matter,
This little girl took her favourite 'soft toy',she played with it,
And adored the reds,those spinning reds,
Her head ached,as she thought through those words,hurtful words,
That stabbed,
The reds were so fascinating,
Like a carousel,her head spinned,

In her heart,she begged for help,
but no one had heard,they didn't bother,
after all,this little girl was only so little,
So brittle,
Nothing was everything she could bear,
She had longed to be an angel,
And her wish had been fulfilled,
She was free,FINALLY,
And it was happily ever after.
The end..?

Death Girl.

2006-01-11T07:15:00.000+08:00

This poem is written by emi.

You see her smiling,you see her jumping around,
You see her laughing insanely,uncontrollably,
She dances around,she prances,she hops,
Lyrics of songs are the only association she truly makes,
She was never happy,her life was one whole fantasy she made up,
A story she presumed.

But a very different story it seems,
returning home,spare me,she hides in a little corner,
Her smiles are gone,the music stopped,reality returns upon her head,
She asks herself why it all happened,she was out of control,yes she was,
She picked up the knife,with the satisfying blades,the sharp edges which poked her with such satisfaction,
Ran it through her skin,it felt so right,her personal haven of comfort,
She felt whole again,

Drip drop,drip drop,the rain?No,it was the maroons.
Bloody little streams flooded,red was her favourite,
She took her only possession again,
The one and only irreplaceable weapon,replacing the words she could never fill,
Words she would never say to anyone,nobody seemed to be there,
nobody seemed to CARE.

Her wounds stayed put,just like little threads sewed onto her,forever.
Remnants of the beautiful,now ruined,
Draped within her,dead flesh,snip,snip,snip.
The mortal inside could never be revived,she realised,
Emotional,brutal,blood vessels cut off,
Just like the wires of telephone cords,never to be connected again.

Then,it was another rainy day,her birthday.
She thought about her life,how it really was,
Through her play directed by her heart,
Longingly,she desired,the impossible,reigned,
Yet,she stared out the window,envying the freedom of the raindrops,
Her blood trickled and filled her room,
Her tears joined them,united in the bloom,
She slit,

Goodbye to the world,
Adieu to those shattered pieces,
Her echoes still filled the room with her last pieces,
Gruelling cries,mysterious yells,and,
A blood-flooded bed.
At night,at eight o clock,
Goodbye she had bade,
For her wrists were cut,her feelings fade,
Her dreams washed down,down the drain

The death girl looked into the mirror,
Murder had occurred that very night,
The night the knife had driven down through her,
was the night her blood found new meaning,
She wrote her last letter,and shed her last tears,
On her deathbed she lay,where she hid her utmost fears,
The room,surrounded by a red enigma,
She slept,and it all became a blur,
Goodnight;

Jewels Of Heaven

2006-01-09T18:16:00.000+08:00

Hi!ME MEL AGAIN!I can't sleep once again..and anyway I have to get ready for school at 5.30 am.now it's 2 am.if i sleep im gonna be late anyway.so.came up with a poem.cos it's been raining over here for like 2 whole days.Errm.sorry,my poems havent been good at all.It's related to rain(:

Droplets cascade onto rooftops,
Sparkling,shimmering condensed liquids fall from the sky,
They littter the various grounds,scattered they drop,
Hop,hop,pitter,patter,bop,bop,bop,
They,the sounds I hear,the music I spy,
They sound just like flipflops,
clammering down the aisle,amongst chaos,
Yet,serenity,

Oh,I asked the Gods of heaven,wherefore cry they?
No reply,but assumed,they must be weeping,
tears of calm for the mercy of mankind,
tears of sorrow for the suffering and poor,the hungry,the pain,
tears drove by anger,of which the dully coloured blankets of maroon,
they filled the finest of the high paradises,leaving no trace of needlework,
Hatred for the evils of man,bitterness was thus left behind,
Sore eyes?

These little drip drops,paused,hesitated,
Before choosing their resting spot,
Free from the skies,released by those massive cottons,
Oh,how refreshing it had been to be free once again,
Liberty,oh sweet liberty!Emancipation?
But it had all been a big mistake,
Those intriguing tears disappeared,
Missing?

Aurora soon approaches,eyes soon brighten,
Amongst forests,lands,those teardrops united,
They fought so hard only to dissolve,yet,
They soon rose again.
Another battle of victory?
They twinkle so brightly,amongst lands,
Appealing jewels,carved so fine,
What magnificent stones hath Heaven brought?
Oh,the gift of heavens,
Renewed;

A Notorious Dedication-

2006-01-09T06:34:00.000+08:00

by MEL again.errm.sorry.this poem is simply unsatisfactory.-.-.

They think they're in control,sauntering around like haughty beasts,
Clamouring everyone with the hoofs of menace,smirked,
But they don't know,they don't know,they don't care,
They've hurt the very victims they've preyed on,they don't give a damn,
Uncouth;

With the devils instructing them on the steps of life,
misers,posers,they were born to strike,
they seem to shimmer in a dust of gold,but in reality they were sunken,
a pool of mud,that's what they're worth,they try to harrass,
yet,why's the question,figures of authority they seem wannabe,
but cowering cowards are really they in their hearts,
Withdrawn?

You see them,lurking around in the shadows of their hatred,
You see them,wasting their lives away,trying to get onto someone,
they think was easy to lay,
But they whine,they croon,they wallow in their pathetic cover,
You see them,in bright spots and stripes,and under the limelight,
they despise,the cruelties of all cruelties,so obnoxious,villains?
Oh,please.

Because they think they know it all,but they're the ones who really are afraid of being targets,
They try to drench others in the situation they once stepped in,like an oak tree,
looking so simple,yet,it's all a mess within,
Avaricious,they seek out,
Contemptious,they drill about,
Pretentious behaviour are all they're capable of,
facing up to reality and being themselves,
Mission Impossible.

Insanity drives about,attacking,hitting,stabbing,
Hovering about,they run,they hide,yet they think they can defend themselves,
They hurt others,they pierce through the hearts of fragile minds,
They psychologically numb others,those despotic little goons,
But,underneath it all,they were disfigured,so undercovered,
Sheltered,they thought they had control,
Yet,every deed they ever did,was all a desperate cover,they despise,
Cowards?

A silent Requiem-

2006-01-08T13:11:00.000+08:00

Composed by moxl *mel.

Tired,faint sighs of the winds,
reverberations,slight,so dim,
Surroundings shiver,leaves drifted away,
The night stands still,the mood's on the edge,
Shifting slightly,those prickly bushes,
Hovering,swaying,those conflicting sounds,
So fonder,so familiar,anonymous.

Cranky,the keys of the piano hit it all,
Unknowingly,silence voices out,debates,
Litigated nature declares victory,hello,hello,they scream,they shout,
Yet,harmonious bristles are odd,fidgety hair,as the breeze blows about,
cold,spine-itching,skin drooling of a frozen momentum,life out,
icy explanations,drawn so blatently,so callously,so brute,
every note,screeched into the devil,verbatim.
Crash.

Grumpy,territorial citizens,staring and glaring,flaring and blaring,
yet,only grey can be seen,initials initiated so widely on their faces,
all excerpts inserted,tatooed on them,yet they move without a move,
swinging uncertainly,with no one looking,yet,so stationary,
eyes,nose,hand,mouth,lips,drenched out in the waking cold,
frizzy in the wretching silence,the God of Darkness sets in,
His thunderous roar controls it all,he rules that proportion,
So devouring,so haughty,uproarious,chaos?
Clatter.

Washes away,genuine laughter,soon,it all falls upon,
Glasses seem to shatter,making their entry so definitely,
But none can be seen,no weapon of sanity,insanity?
Trees,struggling to hold their branches,wickedly in the night,
They soar,they whine,they drone on,
Black birds of the flight,
Execution was history,Life's temporary,in the caves of skulls,
underground dungeons,a stench,dead dispositories,lay asleep,
Once more?

The music hangs high in the air,pegs let them go,
The gloomy skies,spirits low,
A silent night,
Alive or dead,spirited or crazed?
Ghosts or ghouls?
They dance and sing,they hum and blink,the life of the party,
As they beat to the music,the silent requiem,professionally ethic,
The night is so beautiful,
the ballroom is filled.
Full;

Extraterrestrial

2006-01-07T08:50:00.000+08:00

poem submitted and created by mel!was bored in class,,and kinda sad,thinking about past memories,so this is the poem i wrote!!wasted one foolscap paper though..-.-.

Through catapults and swords,daggers drawn,
Caution aware!My stab through my heart.Forlorn.
So long,for I find no meaning,the scissors with the thread.
One snip,clear cut,the game's getting dangerous,
Somehow,it gets so silent in such a chaotic atmosphere.

The clock ticked once too many,wasted too hurriedly,
Shallow the contents,just like a wholeless hole,depth beneath it all.
Those sounds beat above all else,contradicting,however deafening.
Destroyal of all worlds in the soul,various dimensions covered,so widely.
The space surrounding it all stiffens,skin gets outburst,
Enthralled by the minute liability of all responsibilities.

Bedazzled,jewels with fire not yet warmed up,grave,
Lava comes pouring out just like spilt milk,
Unforgettable,its cravings are so misunderstoodm
its sparks stolen,splattering everywhere,so definingly fiery.
No existence of being extinguished,guzzling out,
Oozling just like from a non-healing wound,
The end so unpredictable,pesticides come spraying onto,
Smudging those stains of dirt,uncleansed loots.

The stereo in the standstill silence,get way too dead,
The cold sounds of indignance rewind and play,forward never yet.
Pride and prejudice soon takes over,while the spine-tingling cold uncovers,
Blowing in the adjacent direction,towards her forest of ego,
Bright red spangles,wrinkling the clueless splotches,
Filling the discos of shuddering darkness,
Deceased in a sheltered room,fantasized too often,
One snip,and it all falls apart.

Superficial.

2006-01-06T14:22:00.000+08:00

Creation by MEL.copyrightx reserved?

Creepers,crawlers,suckers,born a-tucker.
dripping of maroon,scandals,bred a-sucker.
Scarce flesh inside,the freaked,invisible worms,
sucking at the insidious dread,made up of the years,
Grew wider,grew weaker,shrunk sparkers.

Facial,so morphed,
casual,so gothed,
assuming,dress on,
The lies all build up,
into one hell of a pool,
A pool of a disguise,meat patty?
Oh no,

Surreal,Imagined,Wild,
Barbarian,so despotic,
Claims are made,evils are relinquished,
Madness has spread,the dark clouds remain,
Of a epidemic,horrendous,infest,
Origin Unknown.

Holy prayers to the Lord God,
evaporate amidst the hatred,the deceased,
For hell lovelorn not,these prayers go so,dismissed.
Thin air acceptance,Final transportance.
The last of the last,Deadend foreseen.

Beauty is outer skin,covering what's left behind inside,beneath the pigments,
Those engulfed within the dark,emotional,genes of genes,
Beauty,only a name,so superficial,such a delinquent criminal,
Murderer?Source?Victim?No,No,No?
Lust,Infatuation,Desperation,Devastation,
Reasons above,valid or annulled?
Yet,beauty remains,never skin-deep,
Mistaken forgeries of opinionated options,misunderstood,
Love is but a cover,for all that is within.

Ode to a sad christmas.

2005-12-29T12:49:00.000+08:00

Hello :) It's MEL(: once again.i've been feeling really moody these days,n really unwell.maybe im suffering from the blues.it's just saddening how happy moments just disappear like that,and you know you can never revive them again.on christmas,while everyone was celebrating,i guess..it was all tears for me.ill never forget this christmas.

The familiar sound of carols once sparked joy and glee,
Yet,they seem so deafening this christmas,i celebrated it with me.
Sleigh bells,animated,on tv,
Celebrities,glammed,sparkly,
What a dull onset,
Black and white is all I can see.

Disappointment,it's all so clear,
Blurred by tears,Devoid of dryness,
Humanity of the eye,Drowned so suddenly,
Outside,the cacophony of lights,arranged in a mass,
Glittering,Shining,they look so fine,
Oh no,in my mind's eye,
Black and white is all I can see.

Emulsified by an intense grudge,held so deep within her,
Betrayal of a friend,so dreadful yet so clear.
The stabs she received,not a single trace of humanly blood,
yet an acute pain of which thou art,
A cutting edge,with no knife.
A bleeding pithole,with no bottom,
Serenity,yet which not was perceived.

The birth of Jesus christ,and His cruxification,
the pain,nailed down so deeply,
His magnanimity,his threshold of tolerance,
Yet,i know not a thing about the good,the kindred.
Only associated,yet partially,of the hypocritical,
Like a seamless weaving thread,
Seems to triumph over all pure,all innocent,all wonderful.

Love is but a wild,hopeful fantasy,
Unkind thoughts,deviating from something worse,
The devil within,oh,hold out,The embers are just burning out,
Kissing under the mistletoe?
Dreaming of a white christmas?
Merely illusions,cold-blooded in the eye of the good,
Yet,this illusion has proven a nightmare,
The chapters have been written so deviously,so earnest,
This book is filled with the traces of your translucent devil,
The minute particles,
Black and white is all I can see.

The Mutilation.

2005-12-21T16:28:00.000+08:00

feeling really depressed.i guess..i suffer from severe depression?blah.nothing works.anyway.this poem is about infliction,depression,it's what i really feel inside,so bear with me.Just to tell y'all out there..dun ever start on self-infliction.it's addictive.EXTREMELY.so don't.anyway,mel was here.(:

All of a sudden,the silence revoked,
will the end of the world ever come,or is it just a rumour?
That promises,so sensibly,
The sides of the earth seem to crumble so indefinitely,
Trembling,a disaster,a psychological incapability.

That drill,that emotion,drives through it all,
The hurt,the pain,the cries drown it all,
Mankind,so selfish,his nature,so native,
A word is but a word,Pain is indescribable,
Understand,dont they.Deny,do they.

Defining,so ambidextrous,the source of all denials,
They bring about the smother,the weak,
Trolls of all trolls,
Look closer,Their eyes,of which,expression seems so defiant,
Yet,feeble-hearted inside,evil triumphs over good?

Untamed,Wild hell,a masquerade,
Like a zoo,Variations,too many too soon,
Of which conscience if not corrected for the umpteenth,
Mixed up,Like the whirlwinds,It's proportions drift ever so silently,
It all quivers,unexpectedly,ownership made void,
Responsibility threatens so suddenly.

Uncouth,are they?
Barbaric?Say they?
Oppose,these naive,they,who brought about the ends of ends,
The Insanity of their souls,Ribbons of their nerves,
So daring,so hypocritical,
They dare say their word.

An addiction which can never be overcome,
when approached,withdrawal,it all occurs,
trembling,shaking,faking,helplessly,
The sound of blades,the feel of the renowned,regained new blood of life,
But if so,why of movements,so hesitantly,do they drift?

A puzzle that can never be fixed,
pieces that are missing,
All that effort,a frame blocks it all,
a stampede of uncertainty rushing in,
so chaotic;

Moodswings,they fall,they rise,
But can never balance,
Embittered,the grudge,behold!she hesitates,
Yet,the monstrous scars that violate her skin,crawling past the veins,
Could never heal,a blemish forever,in the hearts of all minds,
Minds of all hearts.

hypocrisy.

2005-12-20T14:16:00.000+08:00

hey.this is a poem made up by me.MEL!;p so it's copyrighted:P.hehes.:D.was just wondering about this topic:hypocrisy.tt's why.

it is all but sweet,sweet solemn silence,
it is all but wealthy,poor,oh so abase,
it is all but beautiful,to which i call upon thee,
it is all but painful,masked,within.

the sorrows,the pain,the dread,the grudge,
oh,the worries,of which seem not yet worthy,
of the issues of the world,which seem so fine,nor so fiery,
oh is there more to this life,oh,is there more?
if not so,wherefore sprung those tears,
they come divulging a secret,masked from inside,
Unheard of by the fool,

basking in the daylight,unrevealing in the darkness,
"hell hath no fury like a woman scorned"proclaim they,
ignorance,simply ignorance,do they know of what they say?
as the days go by,just like the fogs remain,
hazy,a blur sight remains,
wither,the flowers,they protest,oh so sweetly, of which vision unclear,
destiny soon ends,
The end reveals the near.

Why not,why when,why how?
it's all a mystery,mankind forsaken,somewhat undertaken,
Of the deepest,darkest,wildest imaginary ideals,of this earth,
beyond the depths of these graves,the faculty of these heavens,
beyond which lie uncovered,histories of histories.

Oh,to the ignorant,the naive,the insecure,they never knew so much more,
of these scrolls of grunge,the evil,horrendous despicables,
hypocrisy,lies,betrayals,the magic of hell, so scorned,so dreaded,
yet,aurora hid it all, of to which those dungeons of devils rise,
Into thin air,it all flourishes,an omen of undesired rust.
This divine,despotic,lust.

boreddee

2005-12-19T18:15:00.000+08:00

i'm so boreddee
just went to pee
can't go to slee
talking to me!

-lisais

RENOVATED!

2005-12-18T20:49:00.000+08:00

this site has been renovated!
it's the new poetry site..

`___mellisais productons-

(:
au revoir!
-lisais

WHEN IM SIXTY-FOUR

2005-05-09T09:43:00.000+08:00

When I get older losing my hair,
Many years from now,
WIll you still be sending me a Valentine,
Birthday greetings bottle of wine?
If Id been out till quarter to three
Would you lock the door?
Will you still need me,will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four?

You'll be older too,
And if you say the word,
I could stay with you.

I could be handy,mending a fuse
When your lights have gone;
You can knit a sweater by the fireside,
SUnday morning go for a ride;
Doing the garden,digging the weeds,
Who could ask for more?
Will you still need me,will you still feed me,
When Im sixty-four?

Every summer we can rent a cottage
In the Isle of Wight,if it's not too dear;
We shall scrimp and save;
Grandchildren on your knee,
Vera,Chuck and Dave.

Send me a postcard,drop me a line,
Stating point of view;
Indicate precisely what you mean to say
Yours sincerely,wasting away.
Give me your answer,fill i na form,
Mine for evermore;
Will you still need me,will you still feed me,
When Im sixty-four? -JOHN LENNON AND PAUL MCCARTNEY

SONG OF A GERMAN MOTHER

2005-05-09T09:36:00.000+08:00

My son,your shiny boots and
Brown shirt were a present from me:
If I'd known then what I know now
I'd have hanged myself from a tree.

My son,when I saw your hand raised
In the Hitler salute that first day
I didnt know those who saluted
Would see their hand wither away.

My son,I can hear your voice speaking:
Of a race of heroes it tells.
I didnt know,guess or see that
You worked in their torture cells.

My son,when I saw you marching
In Hitler's victorious train
I didnt know he who marched off then
Would never come back again.

My son,you told me our country
Was about to come into its own.
I didnt know all it would come to
Was ashes and bloodstained stone.

I saw you wearing your brown shirt.
I should have protested aloud
For I did not know what I now know:
It was your burial shroud. -BERTOLT BRECHT

BELL-BIRDS

2005-05-09T09:30:00.000+08:00

This poem is about the life of bell-birds...how they contribute to the sights and sounds of the deep mountain valleys..i think this is the most beautiful poem :)

By channels of coolness the echoes are calling,
And down the dim gorges I hear the creek falling:
It lives in the mountain where moss and the sedges
Touch with the beauty the banks and the ledges.
Through breaks of the cedar and sycamore bowers
Struggles the light that is love to the flowers;
And,softer than slumber,and sweeter than singing,
The notes of the bell-birds are running and singing.

The silver-voiced bell-birds,the darlings of daytime!
They sing in September their songs of the May-time;
When shadows wax strong,and the thunder-bolts hurtle,
They hide with their fear in the leaves of the myrtle;
When rain and the sunbeams shine mingled together,
They start up like fairies that follow fair weather;
And straightway the hues of their feathers unfolden
Are the green and the purple,the blue and the golden.

October,the maiden of bright yellow tresses,
Loiters for love in these cool wildernesses;
Loiters,knee-deep,in the grasses,to listen,
Where dripping rocks gleam and the leafy pools glisten:
Then is the time when the water-moons splendid
Break with their gold,and are scattered or blended
Over the creeks,till the woodlands have warning
Of songs of the bell-bird and wings of the Morning.

Welcome as waters unkissed by the summers
Are the voices of bell-birds to thirsty far-comers.
When fiery December sets foot in the forest,
And the need of the wayfarer presses the sorest,
Pent in the ridges for ever and ever
The bell-birds direct him to spring and to river,
With ring and with ripple,like runnels whose torrents
Are toned by the pebbles and leaves in the currents.

Often I sit,looking back to a childhood,
Mixt with the sights and the sounds of the wildwood,
Longing for power and teh sweetness to fashion,
Lyrics with beats like the heart-beats of Passion;-
Songs interwoven of lights and of laughters
Borrowed from bell-birds in far forest-rafters;
So I might keep in the city and alleys
The beauty and strength of the deep mountain valleys;
Charming to slumber the pain of my losses
With glimpses of creeks and a vision of mosses. -HENRY KENDALL

THE BAND

2005-05-09T09:17:00.000+08:00

Here's a poem which has great rhythm...:)

Hey,there!Listen awhile!Listen awhile,and come.
Down in the street there are marching feet,and I hear the beat of a drum.
Bim!Boom!Out of the room!Pick up your hat and fly!
Isnt it grand?The band!The band!The band is marching by!

Oh,the clarinet is the finest yet,and the uniforms are gay.
Tah,rah!We dont go home-
Oom,pah!We wont go home-
Oh,we shant go home,and we cant go home when the band begins to play.

Oh,see them swinging along,swinging along the street!
Left,right!Buttons so bright,jackets and caps so neat.
Ho,the Fire Brigade,or a dress parade of the Soldier-men is grand;
But everyone,for regular fun,wants a Big-Brass-Band.

The slide-trombone is a joy alone,and the drummer!He's a treat!
So Rackety-rumph!We dont go home-
Boom,Bumph!We wont go home-
Oh,we shant go home,and we cant go home while the band is in the street.

Tooral-ooral,Oom-pah!
The band is in the street! -CJ DENNIS

IM THE DOG WHO DIDNT WIN A PRIZE!!!

2005-05-09T09:10:00.000+08:00

HEY..this poem is bout a dog losing at a dog show...sad..huh..

I'm the dog who didnt win a prize.
I didn't have the Most Appealing Eyes.
All day in this heat,I've been standing on me feet
With dogs of every other shape and size.

I've been harshly disinfected,I've been scrubbed,
I've been festooned in a towel and I've been rubbed;
I've been mercilessly brushed,robbed of all me fleas and dust
And now the judging's over: I've been snubbed!

Was it for obedience I was hailed?
As 'Best Dog in the Show' was I regaled?
O not on your Doggo life,pass me down the carving knife,
I had one thing said about me-it was 'FAILED'.

I never for a moment thought I'd fail.
I thought at least I'd win 'Waggiest Tail'.
But no certificate,rosette or commendation did I get-
Nothing on a kennel door to nail.

I am going in my kennel on my own.
Thank you,no.I do not want a bone.
Do not think you can console me with left-overs in my bowl me
Pride is mortified: I want to be alone.

I've heard it from the wordly and the wise:
'Each dog has his day' they all advise,
But I see to my grief and sorrow,my day must have been tomorrow!
Oh I'm the dog who didnt win a prize! -PAM AYRES