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I do NOT encourage the stealing of hearts, literally and figuratively.
Lovely
Just imagine.
Wouldn't it be lovely
To lose all control one day
Let discipline take a back seat
And let loose all rage?
Like an avalanche, a tsunami
A wild force of nature
Volatile and unrestrained
And completely unstoppable.
To scream your throat raw
Pick up a chair and throw it
Across the room, hear a satisfying
"Crunch" as it impacts on flesh.
Wrapping a fistful of hair and
Pulling it taut. Neck snapping back
Exposing a vulnerable jaw.
The crack of broken bone and teeth.
Now, wouldn't it be lovely?
End.
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My family members kept pissing me off the day I was writing this.
Insecurities
Each day, he finds a new way
To tell her that he loves her.
A pretty trinket. A scarlet blossom.
A poem written with feverish scribbles.
I would walk through fire for you.
Tried, cliché lines. But somehow
He makes them all new. Maybe
Because he means every word of it.
He tells her a thousand honeyed truths
But he doesn't ever tell her that
He thinks she's beautiful. He's afraid
She'll realise just how much he
Doesn't deserve her. But he wants her.
A lovely bird whose wings he clips.
His precious jewel in his greedy
Fearful hands, unwilling to let go.
So he's always there for her.
Cheers her on when she needs him to
Reassures her when she cries.
Makes her think she needs him
More than he needs her. When really
It's the opposite that is true.
It's so funny it's painful.
And it's so painful it's hilarious.
What he doesn't know though
Is that she would never leave.
End.
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I have no idea what inspired this. I think the mist that was hanging in the sky when I was walking out of school. It made me feel like I was looking through a veil. Made the whole world seem artificial, yet romantic at the same time. Like reading a book about the world, or watching a play, where the streets are clean and people can burst into song and dance routines at the drop of a hat. Where anything could happen.
Wanted to go back into my old style of writing - AABB rhyming scheme. But I didn't have the words to fit it. And the mood would be completely different if I had done it.
And erm. I don't think such guys exist.
THE PRINCESS AND THE ABSENT PRINCE
A fairy story in a poem
Once upon a time, in a land far far away
Or at least, that's how most fairy stories begin
There was a princess, alone and all-forgotten, who was waiting
Day by day she'd sit in, longing for her Prince Charming
Today he will come.
She imagined what it would be like to be swept off her feet
And then carried away, giggling, to meet
Her new kingdom, a palace standing proud and tall
And he would be someone who would never let her fall
And when he comes, I will ask: What took you so long?
She watched flowers bloom and watched them die
Saw the seasons blur into one endless sigh
Until a year became a long day, and a decade a month
Yet, her hope went on, unwavering, unsunk
I had almost given up, waiting for you.
Riches, comfort and happiness. How she longed for it all
And so, the princess went on dreaming and wishing
Oblivious that she was left with absolutely nothing
But the dusty cobwebs worlds of childhood dreams
And until today, she is still waiting, it seems
But I always knew you would save me.
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In life, you have to fight to get what you want. It could be for
studies, for sport or art, or love. Nothing will happen if you don't
pick yourself up and make an effort.
Just my life philosophy.
So yay, I finally managed a rhyming poem. It's (more than a little awkward) but I'm fairly satisfied with it - the whole thing about being unable to move on with life and help yourself, and just sitting around theme.
Seething
Anger.
Not a red-hot blinding rage.
Not one that makes you want to
Scream. Lose control.
No.
This feeling is cold. Sullen,
It sits in your heart. Grows
Quietly, but surely, weighs
Down
Like a heavy bag of rocks.
Its ice-cold burns the same
As any fire would. It leaves
Your
Head clear. Too clear. And you
Start to plan all the
Ways to get them back.
End.
An Accidental Meeting
White cheeks and wide eyes
Wider mouths startled into a frozen circle.
It would be funny if it wasn't all so painful.
You know all those stories about heartbreak?
Fissures forming, a wrench in your chest, tearing eyes
Absolute grief? They're all true.
Regaining control seems impossible at first but
Eventually, you do it. Fix your mouth
Into the semblance of a smile
Or frown. It doesn't make a difference.
Tear away your gaze
The same time the other does.
Blink away the salt sting of tears.
After all, they do no good.
Turn away. Start walking. All is well.
One might see the pale faces and shaking hands.
It doesn't make a difference.
End.
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Written whilst sitting at the MRT station today.
