you insist on doing this,
But i want to do that,
Honestly,you are making me pissed,
Anymore,
I'll hit you with a baseball bat,
And I'm not gonna miss.
I really dont know why,
we keep on this fight,
If you're trying to show me the light,
Please bare in mind,
Your so called 'light',
Aint always right.
I know,
I'm immature,
With a heart thats no longer pure,
Not even sure if there is a cure,
But seriously,
This is such a bore.
As time ticks,
the pressure builds up,
I might soon breakdown,
So before I suddenly click,
Cant you just let me pick?
Probably not,
You're just as i thought,
All the while i fought,
Shouldve just waited and rot.
Again,has nothing to do with reality,just random stuff
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Thursday, 25 September 2008
Tuesday, 23 September 2008
Painful Truth
I'm going to come clean,
I know I'm only nineteen,
So after saying this
I'll leave this scene.
Just strings of words,
making little or no sense,
yet our relations might become tense,
In all honesty,
I never did have a chance.
My real intention,
was to make a confession,
I have a crush on you,
now, do I have your attention?
Its not the hair,
Or the skin thats fair,
Or the eyes that mesmerize,
Honestly i dont care.
You never were hot,
At least thats what i thought,
Yet you stand out,
Among all the lot.
its the personality,
the fact that you are happy and free,
and the way you laugh with a glee,
it just drives me crazy
this i know is going no where,
time was never there,
we'll never be a pair,
its not like you would ever care.
to me,
You were somewhat cold,
So please return what you have stole,
For its no longer whole,
And the fate that would unfold,
I already know,
Your hand,
Was never meant for me to hold.
Just to be clear,it has nothing to do with reality(dont u get any ideas now)
I know I'm only nineteen,
So after saying this
I'll leave this scene.
Just strings of words,
making little or no sense,
yet our relations might become tense,
In all honesty,
I never did have a chance.
My real intention,
was to make a confession,
I have a crush on you,
now, do I have your attention?
Its not the hair,
Or the skin thats fair,
Or the eyes that mesmerize,
Honestly i dont care.
You never were hot,
At least thats what i thought,
Yet you stand out,
Among all the lot.
its the personality,
the fact that you are happy and free,
and the way you laugh with a glee,
it just drives me crazy
this i know is going no where,
time was never there,
we'll never be a pair,
its not like you would ever care.
to me,
You were somewhat cold,
So please return what you have stole,
For its no longer whole,
And the fate that would unfold,
I already know,
Your hand,
Was never meant for me to hold.
Just to be clear,it has nothing to do with reality(dont u get any ideas now)
Friday, 29 February 2008
untitled
One day when you are feeling important,
One day when your ego is in bloom,
One day when you have the feeling,
You are the most important person in the room.
Take a bucket and fill it with water,
Put your arm in up to the wrist,
Pull it out and the hole that is left there,
Will be the measure of how much you will be missed
MSH
This was sent to me by my dad. seeing that my dad aint a poet,its not always he sends me sumthing like this,in fact this is a first,i never read nor heard any poetry my dad ever made(i doubt he did any when courting my mom). i'm not 100% sure that he made this (although he did claim it as his own)theres always the possibility that his lecturers or teachers could have told him in passing(he once did english lit,for some reason that i am not aware of) but in his defence,it doesnt really sound like sumthing a teacher or lecturer would tell u. the point that he's trying to show to me is fairly easy to understood,i got it the first time he told me bout it(it was during one of our family 'dinners') and still he sends it to me via email as a reminder. i have this feeling that he thinks i might let my ego get the better of me(it is a possibility seeing that some ppl have told me before that i do have some ego issues but then again some ppl say quite the opposite) and if he thinks that way than i'm gonna prove him wrong,its not like i've never done it before,it'll be another sweet victory and an 'i told u so moment'. just exp a power cut which is kinda annoying when ure writing a blog.it didnt last long so it really didnt matter. today was a bit too windy for my taste(i detest the cold when i'm awake,although i do love em when i'm asleep).not gonna type that long today,not really in the mood.when i woke up this morning i knew it was gonna be a long day so expectations of today was low and hey,its as expected,average.hopefully tomorrows gonna be a better day
One day when your ego is in bloom,
One day when you have the feeling,
You are the most important person in the room.
Take a bucket and fill it with water,
Put your arm in up to the wrist,
Pull it out and the hole that is left there,
Will be the measure of how much you will be missed
MSH
This was sent to me by my dad. seeing that my dad aint a poet,its not always he sends me sumthing like this,in fact this is a first,i never read nor heard any poetry my dad ever made(i doubt he did any when courting my mom). i'm not 100% sure that he made this (although he did claim it as his own)theres always the possibility that his lecturers or teachers could have told him in passing(he once did english lit,for some reason that i am not aware of) but in his defence,it doesnt really sound like sumthing a teacher or lecturer would tell u. the point that he's trying to show to me is fairly easy to understood,i got it the first time he told me bout it(it was during one of our family 'dinners') and still he sends it to me via email as a reminder. i have this feeling that he thinks i might let my ego get the better of me(it is a possibility seeing that some ppl have told me before that i do have some ego issues but then again some ppl say quite the opposite) and if he thinks that way than i'm gonna prove him wrong,its not like i've never done it before,it'll be another sweet victory and an 'i told u so moment'. just exp a power cut which is kinda annoying when ure writing a blog.it didnt last long so it really didnt matter. today was a bit too windy for my taste(i detest the cold when i'm awake,although i do love em when i'm asleep).not gonna type that long today,not really in the mood.when i woke up this morning i knew it was gonna be a long day so expectations of today was low and hey,its as expected,average.hopefully tomorrows gonna be a better day
Sunday, 20 January 2008
behind stone walls
behind stone walls
from the starting point,
we nvr wntd to disappoint
but what if its meant to be
the curse that is we
lazy
thinking maybes
always feeling sorry
never will be funny
no one to call baby
among most
we chose to stay off coast
never were good hosts
always trying to boast
pretending to be flawless
although always careless
emotions r kept hidden
as if they're forbidden
behind an act to protect
everything that is intact
friends that are forever
against those who'll say its over
although it might just be her
we'll back down for a brother
perhaps thats our answer
to our slightest honour
we know by our tone
ppl cursed to be live alone
silently hiding behind walls of stone
to be perfectly honest,i was thinking of making behind stone walls a song rather than just a rhyme. but i cant really write songs so i have but no choice but to just type it out.its notas good as i wished it to be but then again,i was nvr good in the first place.i envy song writers espt the good ones since the havethe ability to make music soo good that other ppl see it as music,where as if i ever wrote a so called song,it'll prob be more noise pollution rather than anything else.the fact that my rhyming sucks still annoys me.i dont think its act proper to just find words that rhyme and do sentences based on both. i could be wrong though. anyhow,its there,i know it sucks,i might update it from time to time since i have no better things to do with my life , and it'll prob stay until i realise how immature i am and take it out of the system like did my last blog.it does in most ways sound depressing prob due to the fact that at the current moment i'm not as cheerful as can be,got a huge buirden i need to lay off. anyway,so here it is, behind stone walls.
from the starting point,
we nvr wntd to disappoint
but what if its meant to be
the curse that is we
lazy
thinking maybes
always feeling sorry
never will be funny
no one to call baby
among most
we chose to stay off coast
never were good hosts
always trying to boast
pretending to be flawless
although always careless
emotions r kept hidden
as if they're forbidden
behind an act to protect
everything that is intact
friends that are forever
against those who'll say its over
although it might just be her
we'll back down for a brother
perhaps thats our answer
to our slightest honour
we know by our tone
ppl cursed to be live alone
silently hiding behind walls of stone
to be perfectly honest,i was thinking of making behind stone walls a song rather than just a rhyme. but i cant really write songs so i have but no choice but to just type it out.its notas good as i wished it to be but then again,i was nvr good in the first place.i envy song writers espt the good ones since the havethe ability to make music soo good that other ppl see it as music,where as if i ever wrote a so called song,it'll prob be more noise pollution rather than anything else.the fact that my rhyming sucks still annoys me.i dont think its act proper to just find words that rhyme and do sentences based on both. i could be wrong though. anyhow,its there,i know it sucks,i might update it from time to time since i have no better things to do with my life , and it'll prob stay until i realise how immature i am and take it out of the system like did my last blog.it does in most ways sound depressing prob due to the fact that at the current moment i'm not as cheerful as can be,got a huge buirden i need to lay off. anyway,so here it is, behind stone walls.
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