I’m thinking, I’m thinking!

I’m thinking, I’m thinking, I’m thinking!
Yet still not a thought in mind.
With such a short time, my brain seems blind,
Oh, none of my words are linking!

Got to get my head to make phrases,
And stanzas and verses four.
But it would be gore, to talk about war,
I feel like I’m lost in mazes!

So now I’m in a dead end again,
Trying to make this work.
No ideas do lurk, I’m definitely not perk.
Damn, I’m getting a migraine!

Come on, subjects fly to me,
Or else this poem won’t start!
With all my heart, I’m thinking but
It’s inspiration I lack, you see!

I want some answers!

i dont even know what i did.
dont understand if i was wrong,
or you're trying to kid.

and what a day to choose it all!
my spirits high,
you crushed; it fall.

like a punch in the face,
coming from the back of your head,
cause your eyes had no contact with me,
looking as if i was already dead.

dont you know its not nice,
to play with feelings.
it should be a crime,
like murder and stealing.

you're an asshole,
with a nut for a brain.
stabbed me with ignorance and nothing.
my heart bled, cried out in pain.

i want some answers!
now confusion interwoven.
so giddy, spinning!
cant even finish this p...

Caught Cha!

"I need you in this tub!
One brewing so green,
With bubbles of hate
And ingredients of mean.

A sprinkle of petals
From Sanguinaria Canadensis.
A dash of black widows
Glued to wings of Morpho Peleides.

Stir it with a bone
From a dinosaur’s paw.
Now, a few more earwigs.
Yes, in they fall!

Turn up the heat,
And ground hard those flies.
Make sure you don’t forget
To marinate the mice!

Put all those lizards in
Don’t let them go to waste,
And drop in a few eyeballs
Just to enhance the taste.

To give it a crunch,
Hrm, what shall I pick?
Ah, a few clipped toenails
Shall do the trick!

Bob your head in!
I’d like you well-done.
You know you can’t escape
So don’t try to run.

You should have known better
Than to be the snitch.
Guess that’s what you’ll get
For messing with a witch!”

Missing the feeling of hating love

I have always been skeptical about many things.
Skeptical of this, skeptical of that,
yet until now, I still do not know what skeptical really means.

Recall the endeavors behind my moon;
every struggle so fancifully dined,
cocktails of poison so carefully concocted.
But I survived.

I survived by making myself survive.
The power all in my hands
to crush everything in my way-
(who am I kidding?)

I was never in favor.
Of jealousy and envy andof pure dislike.
But I knew I was the middle class,
I was adroit.
And the cherry on the sundae,
was the love of young boys' hearts
Devoured!
Leaving only the branched skeleton.

Similarly now, but
I am on the other side.
Never liked love still,
Never loved one.
Full of envy and jealousy,
still disliked, yet as clever as a mad cow eating mead.
Self pity is ambivalent.

The pleasure of seeing a young boy's heart served
never appeared recent,
till here.
Why don’t I love one?
Why does it not skip a beat for any?
Conscience,
never thought I had it,
dug its way out of grounds to me.
Can’t slap a heart off the platter and smear it with feetsweat anymore.

I am no longer up there on the throne.
Just a lonely peasant,
feeling sad to say no
to a farmer's boy.

Life

its all about keeping your hopes and dreams alive
through love and pain; laughter and cries
holding onto faiths when dealing with reality
making new friends, embracing love and family

dont know why im writing this poem
guess i was bored from reading top woman
the thought struck my head while i was lying on my bed
and thus i decided that i should create

to talk about life and all its misgivings
all the great things which education is missing
all the set backs which we have to take
all the hard decisions which we have to make

but to just say this is an understatement
dont you remember the great big agreement?
that for every sucky thing, there will be one awesome
for every delicious, there will be one grossome

so with obstacles, there will be friends
whose helping hands would be glad lend
and family who will be there always
supporting through night and encouraging through day

so there's nothing to fear when facing life
no need to retreat, be angry or sigh
so stand up straight and aim for mars
shine down the spotlight and you're a superstar

NJC Field

what a funny sight i saw!
a few islands standing tall,
surrounded by an ocean green.
where has all the drainage been?

puddles here, tiny ponds there,
this predicament is never rare.
splashes there and splashes here,
no! to be wetty is what i fear.

i see the goal posts at the end,
like suken ships that were once grand.
cant hold it in, have to laugh out loud
oh shit, i've gotten myself a crowd

in the air such humidity!
above you roofs leaking.
i wish i wish with all my will,
that NJC wont be floody still.

pretentious

I always thought we were mature enough
to know that playing pretend makes things worse as it is.
it is no tea party, nor happy family-a dad, a mom and 2 kids.

take off the embelishments from the knife.
as pure as it is, hunt.
dont lurk in the shadows, as if i was blind.
come on. just stab me in the front.

i have no idea, so enlighten me.
does gossipping satisfy you?
does it fulfil your sadistic inside,
till you forgot that i could also feel?

i am humane, flesh, blood and all,
emotions are part of me.
so just stand up and confront if you must,
dont act like i cant see.

dont throw me up to the peak of my world,
only to realise that you wont be there.
when i fall, there are no hands that would catch.
oh, so this is your plan.

to destroy my heart, crush, obliterate,
till there's nothing left.
no warning signs, no turning signals,
you do know stealing my life is theft.

i really dont get it, you left me alone,
curious, shocked, in pain.
and now im forced to pretend,
you're driving me insane!

that disgusted smile i stick on my face,
everytime i look at you.
elated! happy! life's marvellous!
while in side im singing the blues.

what can i do now? i feel so trapped.
why cant you just talk to me.
it's not like its so hard and impossible to do,
this simple act will set me free.

unbind me, cut my ropes.
there shall be no strings attached.
for i am so sick of this selfish life,
a new agnes shall soon hatch.

at the cashier

spa of relaxation feels really good
how fast a week just flies
plenty of rest, nothing but the best
yet there is a catch, a price

no homework today, but school tomorrow
it shall be ok hopefully
the following test, info to manifest
and of course more hardwork to complete

strucked

I feel like a tight string in a violin:
Playing chords I never knew I could;
Didn’t think I’ll ever lay hands to;
No clue such a thing would exist.

Dead-livingly stuck.

Being the nylon one, segregated from the rest.
Strung into a bassoon, wired and fixed,
Unmoving, oppressed and sick.
No leadership I’ll ever dream to manifest.

Only plently prickly simple vibrations- pluck.

something new

I’m shaking and trapped in the capsule of time,
With petrified ropes that I cannot unbind.
In total darkness, without a helping hand,
Confused, disoriented, I can’t comprehend.

Friends Recipe

my heart just crashes, aches and breaks,
as my eyes observe every one step you take.
you back view i see, under the shopping mall's lights
so familiar yet far, what landed us in this plight?

i dont know what force, or magic voodoo
but i just automatically trott right behind you.
red eyes that glisten from the shine above
obviously show that it is you that i love.

a finger was touched, by my hand, reached out
in return you pulled away yours and caused me to pout.
"leave me alone!" again you harp
yet i remembered your preaches-to never give up!

i grabbed your hand and there was silence still
so quiet as though when provoked, it would kill.
at least we arent seperated now, so things won't turn bad
and that is the recipe to get back your friends

be with them whether they're up or they're down
and take awkward pictures when they turn aroundl
augh at their jokes no matter how stupid it seems
for just a simple movement will create many beems

when the friendship movie is going good remember not to shout "cut!"
just let it roll, do a hi-five, hi-elbow or even hi-butt!
sing karaoke, or play some lil' games
but caution the choice, no one likes playing lame

when things arent as good, dont turn over your back
and remember to never push the blame into someone else's sack
lend a shoulder and reach out your hand
let out a smile and embrace your friend.

Nicholas's Intro

My super name is Nicholas.
Talk and talk 24hours.
20 nuggets pack from MacDonalds.
Eat only pay just round 8 dollars.

Eat no eat also no tummy.
Why must save? Cause no money.
Who ask me always so funny?
Now no excuse for mummy.

My number 2 I keep on miss.
Jason now also overseas.
Cash-ie card, mum take, don’t exist.
Cannot go play so I is (am) so piss.

Want go bowling and no gutter.
Poke the ball, I so much better.
Singing K I’m not much noober.
All in all, I am not a loser.

So in short I am Nickprince.
2pointer, 100bucks, I’ve been dreaming since.
If not, my parents butchers and I’m minced.
So much ego I’ve said! My mouth I must rinse!

Roger Ying

Strepsils, fish balls and a honey stick a day.
Mixed with love, I want to say.
If only my Falltumn will, by my side, stay.
No more emo-ness, sadness, oh how gay!