i'm thinking of you time and again
a second less would make me insane
a kiss to send a thousand miles away
will still reach its destination one fine day
a hug so warm will never cool down
a face so cheery won't turn to a frown
the stars are shinning bright in the sky
shows how the days go by and by
Friday, April 3, 2009
?
i was wondring how long i must wait.
tothink there is one other year ahead.
it seems so far, it seems so long.
is this right or is this wrong?
is this worth it? am i wasting my time?
such heartaches cant be cured with a dime.
would you be right here? are you the one for me?
you feel so invisible, oh why can't i see?
is my heart still open? or is it all sealed up
with a kiss and a dollar, maybe a hotdog pup?
do you love me? do i even love you?
if that is so, why am i having the blues?
i ask alot of questions, yes that i know.
is there something wrong with cupid's bow?
did it shoot the wrong arrows and to us they hit?
then draw us closer till the day we meet?
tothink there is one other year ahead.
it seems so far, it seems so long.
is this right or is this wrong?
is this worth it? am i wasting my time?
such heartaches cant be cured with a dime.
would you be right here? are you the one for me?
you feel so invisible, oh why can't i see?
is my heart still open? or is it all sealed up
with a kiss and a dollar, maybe a hotdog pup?
do you love me? do i even love you?
if that is so, why am i having the blues?
i ask alot of questions, yes that i know.
is there something wrong with cupid's bow?
did it shoot the wrong arrows and to us they hit?
then draw us closer till the day we meet?
Labels:
Loneliness,
Poems,
Time
Sunday, March 8, 2009
The day you called to play
I remember I once told you
On the day you called to play
Do not make me lose the game
And feel really sad one day
And yet you decided to triumph
By not speaking a single thing
Put on yr crown and laughed out loud
“Ha-ha, I am the king!”
A block of wood, I thought you were
And still I’m thinking that now
I am your servant, I am your slave
“Oh hail oh hail” I bow
I thought about the unplanted kiss
How foolish I had been
And yet I feel so lucky
Escaping troubles unforeseen
Your image, vivid in my mind
Has lost, though, all its color
It feels so empty, black and white
In that lonely parlor
You’ve not yet spoken, I don’t understand why
It’s your way of gloat, I guess
And yet my heart, you’d taken away
Still loves you no other less
Oh haul your majesty! Oh hail oh hail!
On the day you called to play
Do not make me lose the game
And feel really sad one day
And yet you decided to triumph
By not speaking a single thing
Put on yr crown and laughed out loud
“Ha-ha, I am the king!”
A block of wood, I thought you were
And still I’m thinking that now
I am your servant, I am your slave
“Oh hail oh hail” I bow
I thought about the unplanted kiss
How foolish I had been
And yet I feel so lucky
Escaping troubles unforeseen
Your image, vivid in my mind
Has lost, though, all its color
It feels so empty, black and white
In that lonely parlor
You’ve not yet spoken, I don’t understand why
It’s your way of gloat, I guess
And yet my heart, you’d taken away
Still loves you no other less
Oh haul your majesty! Oh hail oh hail!
Labels:
Brave,
Control,
Infatuation,
Loneliness,
Poems,
Reprieve
Friday, February 20, 2009
When spring arrives
its spring.winter's over.
ice turns back into water.
the river rushes.
as it hits a sharp rock.
bleeding.
ice turns back into water.
the river rushes.
as it hits a sharp rock.
bleeding.
Labels:
Life and death,
Pain,
Poems
Saturday, February 14, 2009
This Valentine
I wandered over the ocean
Searching for the sea
I’ve seen so many faces
Yet not a glimpse of me
Your pictures all over my wall
Hung to, by a tact
It seems that I’m denying
The cold and cruel fact
That you are gone and you are lost
At somewhere far away
The calendar’s torn, the clocked tricked
There goes another day
The day you went, I cannot forget
My present to you, a kiss
But you went off not even leaving
A goodbye that I’ll miss
This valentine, I was alone.
Searching for the sea
I’ve seen so many faces
Yet not a glimpse of me
Your pictures all over my wall
Hung to, by a tact
It seems that I’m denying
The cold and cruel fact
That you are gone and you are lost
At somewhere far away
The calendar’s torn, the clocked tricked
There goes another day
The day you went, I cannot forget
My present to you, a kiss
But you went off not even leaving
A goodbye that I’ll miss
This valentine, I was alone.
Labels:
Loneliness,
Love,
Pain,
Poems
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
The Notebook and The Stars
look at the notebook and think of the stars,
close your eyes and im right there where you are.
feel my cuddles, my hugs, embrace,
remember my smiles, my eyes, my face.
the rosy cheeks and hazel eyes,
will miss you, when to china you fly.
even though we're not together,
our hearts still link from now to forever.
so when you're sad, don't you frown
cause i am sure to be there when you're down.
stand up tall, lift your head high,
i'll promise you that i wouldn't cry.
the test of time, of people, of us,
we have to take it, let's not fuss.
we decide our fate, it lies in our hands,
do not crush it, or it'll turn into sand.
my eyes are teary, i do not deny,
they won't come out, i told you i'd try.
your lovely lips, your tender kiss,
oh, these little things i'll miss.
think of the notebook and look at the stars,
close my eyes and you're right there where i think you are.
close your eyes and im right there where you are.
feel my cuddles, my hugs, embrace,
remember my smiles, my eyes, my face.
the rosy cheeks and hazel eyes,
will miss you, when to china you fly.
even though we're not together,
our hearts still link from now to forever.
so when you're sad, don't you frown
cause i am sure to be there when you're down.
stand up tall, lift your head high,
i'll promise you that i wouldn't cry.
the test of time, of people, of us,
we have to take it, let's not fuss.
we decide our fate, it lies in our hands,
do not crush it, or it'll turn into sand.
my eyes are teary, i do not deny,
they won't come out, i told you i'd try.
your lovely lips, your tender kiss,
oh, these little things i'll miss.
think of the notebook and look at the stars,
close my eyes and you're right there where i think you are.
Labels:
Infatuation,
Loneliness,
Love,
Poems,
Time
Sunday, December 21, 2008
I miss you
since I was young, I’ve been taught and learnt
that there's someone out there just for you.
but right now I beg to differ
to keep waiting would mean being a fool
cause I believe that that person will show
some fast and sooner than others
but stoning with eyes closed, lips pursed
you'll miss out your sisters and brothers
the great guys whom you missed along the way
may not be the perfect man
and the wonderful dudettes you've overlooked
may not look that grand
they may not be the person you'll put the ring on the finger
nor the one that you'd say "I do" to
but they're the ones you'd go out with
to play bowling, sing k and pool
they are the ones who set you free
mentally and emotionally
so it’s ok if you feel like crying
once its them you see
I can’t believe my chance is slipping away
the opportunity to be with them
oh why must the holiday be so short and
with homework filling our hands
I miss you all, I really do
oh, I don’t want to go back to school
but maybe the landmark of grey won’t be so grey
if only I had you.
that there's someone out there just for you.
but right now I beg to differ
to keep waiting would mean being a fool
cause I believe that that person will show
some fast and sooner than others
but stoning with eyes closed, lips pursed
you'll miss out your sisters and brothers
the great guys whom you missed along the way
may not be the perfect man
and the wonderful dudettes you've overlooked
may not look that grand
they may not be the person you'll put the ring on the finger
nor the one that you'd say "I do" to
but they're the ones you'd go out with
to play bowling, sing k and pool
they are the ones who set you free
mentally and emotionally
so it’s ok if you feel like crying
once its them you see
I can’t believe my chance is slipping away
the opportunity to be with them
oh why must the holiday be so short and
with homework filling our hands
I miss you all, I really do
oh, I don’t want to go back to school
but maybe the landmark of grey won’t be so grey
if only I had you.
Labels:
Family,
Growing up,
Loneliness,
Love,
Poems
Monday, January 1, 2007
Singapore
Singapore
A little dot on the map
Where on humid days
You would really need a cap
It is funny to think
Even as small as it is
To accomplish great tasks
Given to it
It just seems
So ecstatic to me
Singapore, my country
How major it can be
The merlion there
Standing proud and tall
A symbol of our country
Lion city, that’s what we call
Singapore, my land
My home, my country
You know I love you
And I know, you love me
A little dot on the map
Where on humid days
You would really need a cap
It is funny to think
Even as small as it is
To accomplish great tasks
Given to it
It just seems
So ecstatic to me
Singapore, my country
How major it can be
The merlion there
Standing proud and tall
A symbol of our country
Lion city, that’s what we call
Singapore, my land
My home, my country
You know I love you
And I know, you love me
Dumped
You won’t know till you felt it
The complexity of a guy’s mind
I just do not understand
The existence of the human kind
Where emotions of anger live
Happiness and sad too
Love and jealousy and heartaches
Boo hoo hoo
Tangled, twisted and cramped
In our head is the brain
Which in biology class
We learn it’s what keeps us sane
I have been taught from young
That our eyes show us what we want to see
But now that I want to see your thoughts
My eyes start betraying me
You said you wanted me
A thousand, millions of times
You wanted to be my boyfriend
I know now that it were all lies
Cause when I said yes to you
You told me you had a change of heart
You no longer had feelings for me
And thus you want to part
My heart is shredded
Torn, stabbed and killed
It was cut, sliced and disfigured
Beaten, pureed and grilled
I have come thus far
Though having lost my bearings
It really just show that
Without you I’m a bird still happily singing
The complexity of a guy’s mind
I just do not understand
The existence of the human kind
Where emotions of anger live
Happiness and sad too
Love and jealousy and heartaches
Boo hoo hoo
Tangled, twisted and cramped
In our head is the brain
Which in biology class
We learn it’s what keeps us sane
I have been taught from young
That our eyes show us what we want to see
But now that I want to see your thoughts
My eyes start betraying me
You said you wanted me
A thousand, millions of times
You wanted to be my boyfriend
I know now that it were all lies
Cause when I said yes to you
You told me you had a change of heart
You no longer had feelings for me
And thus you want to part
My heart is shredded
Torn, stabbed and killed
It was cut, sliced and disfigured
Beaten, pureed and grilled
I have come thus far
Though having lost my bearings
It really just show that
Without you I’m a bird still happily singing
Labels:
Loneliness,
Love,
Pain,
Poems
Mathematics Stink
Mathematics, you stink,
You ought to be washed in the sink!
You shouldn’t be made,
Yes that’s what I said,
You’re no better off to be ice-lemonade!
Mathematics, you stink,
Without you my cash register still ‘ching’!
You think you’re a dove,
One that is loved,
Well, you’re not when you’re on my turf!
Mathematics, you stink,
You are a stupid Viking!
With a crazy huge hat,
And your belly so damn fat,
Just nice for my little cat to scratch!
Mathematics, you stink,
You ought to disappear with a blink!
I want to kick you in the ass,
Turn you into gas,
I just don’t know why people say you’re the best!
You ought to be washed in the sink!
You shouldn’t be made,
Yes that’s what I said,
You’re no better off to be ice-lemonade!
Mathematics, you stink,
Without you my cash register still ‘ching’!
You think you’re a dove,
One that is loved,
Well, you’re not when you’re on my turf!
Mathematics, you stink,
You are a stupid Viking!
With a crazy huge hat,
And your belly so damn fat,
Just nice for my little cat to scratch!
Mathematics, you stink,
You ought to disappear with a blink!
I want to kick you in the ass,
Turn you into gas,
I just don’t know why people say you’re the best!
Labels:
Growing up,
Limerick,
Poems,
Work
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