Sunday, September 6, 2009
Suicide by Jumping
Imagine jumping off a high building... And as you fall, you look back at your life and then realised that it was fantastic and wonderful, great times it was, before that dreaded incident (the incident which is the reason for you jumping), and as you fall slowly (like those cinematic movies). You get flashes of your sweet life. The day your friends celebrated you 18th brithday with a huge party, the day you scored tops in the science olympiad. The day your mom came back with a new toy after you scored tops in the science olympiad. And it is at this moment, this juncture that you start thinking, 'Hey, life isn't all that bad after all..' However, when you DO realised that, you start to see that there is NO turning back and that you ARE going to die. The closer you get to the ground, the bigger the regret is growing in you, so much so that you start to cry and shout out!, "OH MY!... I've JUST remembered how great and wonderful my life is! And I don't want to die anymore, however,I CAN'T turn back! Good Lord! I'm REALLY DEPRESSED now!" And after that loud proclaimation, you land on the ground, face flat, with blood slowly spreading itself on the road...
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
The demon?
I see you running.
Avoiding me?
I see you fleeing.
Do I disgust thee?
Do I bring you fear?
Then why do you run?
I'll tell you why.
Because I am the sun!
I'll burst into flames
At the sound of trumpets!
Announcing to the world
To watch thy ramparts.
Beware!
Beware!
A touch of me
And you'll burst
Into painful painful flames!
My lips'll poison yours
While my weight will crush you lame!
O world!
You dare not wake
The sleeping dragon in his sleep!
For I am the terror
And no hell will be too deep!
Time will cease
As I plunge thee
Into thy darkest dispair!
This is what you think of me?
Then this! This is what
I'll be!
Avoiding me?
I see you fleeing.
Do I disgust thee?
Do I bring you fear?
Then why do you run?
I'll tell you why.
Because I am the sun!
I'll burst into flames
At the sound of trumpets!
Announcing to the world
To watch thy ramparts.
Beware!
Beware!
A touch of me
And you'll burst
Into painful painful flames!
My lips'll poison yours
While my weight will crush you lame!
O world!
You dare not wake
The sleeping dragon in his sleep!
For I am the terror
And no hell will be too deep!
Time will cease
As I plunge thee
Into thy darkest dispair!
This is what you think of me?
Then this! This is what
I'll be!
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Dreaming
Our dreams not only reminds us how amazing life can be,
But sometimes how beautiful it once was.
Yet our beauty dreams are made of illusion and fantasy,
Riding nowhere on our carousel horse.
And dreams blur the lines between the false and true reality,
Confusing our minds on what not to trust.
Bringing our minds to quicker dementia and senility,
Blurring the true and base, our love and lust.
The latter may be fantastic and good in our little dreams,
The former, the gains of reality.
Let us therefore step out of this carnival of beauty dreams,
And work t'wards our gainful reality...
But sometimes how beautiful it once was.
Yet our beauty dreams are made of illusion and fantasy,
Riding nowhere on our carousel horse.
And dreams blur the lines between the false and true reality,
Confusing our minds on what not to trust.
Bringing our minds to quicker dementia and senility,
Blurring the true and base, our love and lust.
The latter may be fantastic and good in our little dreams,
The former, the gains of reality.
Let us therefore step out of this carnival of beauty dreams,
And work t'wards our gainful reality...
Exam Lazarus
I have done it again.
One year in every school
I manage it----
A sort of writing miracle, my pen
Empty as a Nazi moral,
My right hand
An aching pain,
Sieve through the handwriting
0 my markers.
Do I terrify?----
The grammar, the language, the full set of errors?
The sour logic
Will not vanish in a day.
This is Number Three.
What a trash
To annihilate each major exam.
Nevertheless, I am the same, identical student.
The first time it happened I was twelve.
It was PSLE.
The second time I meant
To last it out and not come back at all.
I studied hard as a mugger.
Mugging
Is an art, like everything else,
I do it exceptionally well.
I do it so it feels like hell.
I do it so it feels real.
I guess you could say I've a call.
It's easy enough to do it in my room.
It's easy enough to do it and grow fat.
It's the theatrical
Comeback in broad day
To the same place, the same face, the same brute
Amused shout:
'A mugger!'
That knocks me out.
There is a charge
For the eyeing of my grades, there is a charge
For the hearing of my brain----
It really goes.
And there is a charge, a very large charge
For a C or a B
Or a bit of an A
Ash, ash ---
You poke and stir.
Flesh, bone, there is nothing there----
A table of books,
A writing pen,
A graphic calculator
Beware
Beware
Out of the ash
I rise with my black pen
And I eat paper like air.
One year in every school
I manage it----
A sort of writing miracle, my pen
Empty as a Nazi moral,
My right hand
An aching pain,
Sieve through the handwriting
0 my markers.
Do I terrify?----
The grammar, the language, the full set of errors?
The sour logic
Will not vanish in a day.
This is Number Three.
What a trash
To annihilate each major exam.
Nevertheless, I am the same, identical student.
The first time it happened I was twelve.
It was PSLE.
The second time I meant
To last it out and not come back at all.
I studied hard as a mugger.
Mugging
Is an art, like everything else,
I do it exceptionally well.
I do it so it feels like hell.
I do it so it feels real.
I guess you could say I've a call.
It's easy enough to do it in my room.
It's easy enough to do it and grow fat.
It's the theatrical
Comeback in broad day
To the same place, the same face, the same brute
Amused shout:
'A mugger!'
That knocks me out.
There is a charge
For the eyeing of my grades, there is a charge
For the hearing of my brain----
It really goes.
And there is a charge, a very large charge
For a C or a B
Or a bit of an A
Ash, ash ---
You poke and stir.
Flesh, bone, there is nothing there----
A table of books,
A writing pen,
A graphic calculator
Beware
Beware
Out of the ash
I rise with my black pen
And I eat paper like air.
The Moon
I smile alone like the moon,
The lunar lunar big bafoon.
My carousel goes straight,
Like a train's mission
To annihilation.
I'll build an asylum
For the pure in mind
And an association
To kill the blind.
The world's a lunatic
If she were to leave me.
I smile alone -
I am the moon.
So bare outside,
So bare inside.
I wonder why
They call me lunar?
No wonder
The world shuns me.
For I'll rule
The world with night,
I'll rule the world
With a cold iron rod.
I'll rule the world
by killing those sods,
With a change
In my position,
I'll typhoon
Your cheery disposition.
I hate you world,
Even if that's what you were.
Cold hearted moon.
Lonely moon.
Lunar moon.
The lunar lunar big bafoon.
My carousel goes straight,
Like a train's mission
To annihilation.
I'll build an asylum
For the pure in mind
And an association
To kill the blind.
The world's a lunatic
If she were to leave me.
I smile alone -
I am the moon.
So bare outside,
So bare inside.
I wonder why
They call me lunar?
No wonder
The world shuns me.
For I'll rule
The world with night,
I'll rule the world
With a cold iron rod.
I'll rule the world
by killing those sods,
With a change
In my position,
I'll typhoon
Your cheery disposition.
I hate you world,
Even if that's what you were.
Cold hearted moon.
Lonely moon.
Lunar moon.
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