Confessions of a poet

Saturday, February 28, 2009

Dark, red streets stretch wide ahead,
Is my eyes playing tricks with me,
How can it be that this is happening,
Because I can see you there at the end,

The sky goes blacker than ever,
as if it will stay like this forever,
Will the brightness glow in this black,black sky,
Because I want to see clearer,
You standing there at the end,

However my eyes are closing on me,
I force them to stay open,
Please just a while longer,
Because you are still watching me,
You standing there at the end.

8:46 PM

The sky so bright,

Will today be another good day,

WIll you spend the day with me,

Such a wonderful day,

The blue birds are flying in the sky,

The big and blue sky,

As wide as my arms can stretch,

I want to hug that blue piece of rug,

Today might be the best day ever,

Will you hold my hand and walk with me,

We shan't waste this day,

It's going to be one of those days.

The days where we will reminiscence,

When we grow white hair and wrinkles,

Where our wrinkled hands,

Will still hold firm together.

8:37 PM

Friday, February 6, 2009

I used to live like a mice,
Living in an underground civilization,
Scurrying all about,
Every seconds not to waste,
I see that big, fat, yellowy cheese ahead,
It's close,
It's what I should want,
After living this life.

But then one day I found out,
A mice's life is not all about a lumpy piece of cheese,
It's about something else,
Without realising,
I'm fragile and worn inside,
What for am I acting all tough and strong,
When you had offered your shoulder for me to lie on?

I'm a broken vase,
Yet you patched me for good,
The cracks could barely show,
I'm as good as new,
Forget being a mice,
I'll be what I am,
It's my life,
You're not gonna use me, Guy,
And I've caught your witty scheme, Arnold,
Thanks, Nat,
Because of you,
I realised,
I wanted to be a domestic godess....with law graduate certs.

THis is inspired by Sophie kinsella's Undomestic godess. I had just finished reading.

9:51 PM