thinking of....

Singing

The feeling of singing
Is one of exultation.
Like an angel soaring
Past the starry sky above.

The feeling of singing
Is beyond comprehension
It can soften the resolve of,
Even the most hardened.

The feeling of singing
Brings about contentment.
The raging turmoil in each heart
Gradually quietens

The feeling of singing
Is extremely healing.
By filling up the empty gaps
We did feel so often.

The feeling of singing
Is beyond description.
For the joy will overwhelm us,
As the purity of each chord serenades us.

dedicated to smss choir '04/05

thinking of....

Her

Find her at the lily pond,
Beyond those pinks and whites.
There she lay in luminance,
Glowing in its murky depths.
Between her fingers,
She had clasped a rose,
Rather out of place among the reeds.
Resting her form on its sandy bottom,
As her glassy eyes mirrored the yellow orb high above.

thinking of....

Softly, softly creeping by,
Calm the ocean.
Lilting melody beckons me,
Making my head lift tenatively.

Evokes emotions I never thought was true.
Vortex of spinning notes,
gently wiping my tears.
See a trickle of rain,
on my forehead.

You appeared at my doorstep.
A hint of melancholy.
Stop giving me hope,
I can hear the fatality.

The song is ending.
It has reached it's peak.
Crescendo.
Why do you fail me?

this is just nonsense...
this is what happens if you try listening to a song and writing down whatever comes to your mind... was listening to 'Calme sur Ocean' from Les Choristes, the orchestra version.. and it ended up with my meaningless scribbles. nonetheless try that with a song you like.. it's fun..:)

this is another one.. but i forgot what song it was..

Gibberish lyrics,
Quavering heights.
Voice cuts through the babble,
Crystal, light and pure.
But tender like a reed,
it is drowned by gravelly mumbles.

thinking of....

how i pity paralegals.
sighs. just finsihing typing an 8 paged agreement for my dad .. mainly legalese lang. it's tiring. boring and i can about predict what's the next sentence after 3 pages..

" Landlord .. any damage on the said premises... Tenant.. with no prejudice on any antecedents and covenants.."

yada yada ya..
thankfully i am done!

just going to post the shorties today..



The 21st century's 'multi-tasker'
( those that read the recent sunday times 'll get my reasoning)


i sit here staring at the monitor
eyes dazed
mouth agog
it's nearly 3 hours
but i am still hynotised

dazzling screen
blaring stereo
busily smsing
begging testimonials for my friendster

bare my soul on my blog
it's all part of my cliched life


Leaf

Shimmer, shine, sparkle
Greenish tinge glistening on white tile.
Reams of sunrays poking through,
Translucent with delicate patterns.
As if reflecting my reverie...



i was actually day dreaming when i caught sight of a leaf being reflected on my bathroom's white tiles so you see my line of thought now?

thinking of....

Jia's latest :)

BUT before i go into that... Jia! you made me feel so bad, i not forcing you. god knows you can't force artistic expression BUT as YOU mention you do write a whooping 13 pages (at least to me) a month so share them..haha at least with me then..

otherwise what's the beauty of words or thoughts or mere half spun imaginations if you keep it to yourself? and not allow your fans (mainly me..but i think there will be more? :P) to appreciate and bask in your glory.hehe

OKay, now onto your poem.

you have got something i have been trying to achieve all this while but obviously haven't ( and i think it's just not fated to achieve).

get to the point. i like, no love the use of ypur language and imagery. this may sound sappy.hahs! i don't care. but how many people out there can string up a sentence, much less a poem with such fitting/poignant stuff( i don't know what's that called ?!)

i mean,take for example..

"Glimpsed his through the fading sunlit trees, Caught hers on the edge of my fingertips"

for all those who haven't yet appreciate the wonders of description you will not get what i mean. but for those who do... can you see yourself doing that? sometimes during everyday life. being out of touch? the feeling of 'almost'?

of course, i don't know jia's true motive or feelings when writing this poem. but that's what i feel..and i like the last part.. "while you and the world sleep.." it sounds serene.. haha and a little sad too..

okay. this is getting too long. i seem to be doing a lit essay instead.haha. got to go. but i 'll try digging among my pile of poems. to find something UP TO JIA's standard..gosh wouldn't that be hard?? * scratches head*

thinking of....

teenage angst
(when you know it not, you flaunt it. when you finally do, you 'd hide it)

Acheivements- a squiggly mess on white paper
Corroding its pristine surface with its ugly black scrapings.
Sweeping sadness floods over me,
I have just realised i was not this year's prizewinners' list

Insomnia,tears,headaches
All for nothing
Wasted till I was left breathless
I seem not to have my own targets

Only what the society sets me.
A1? A2?Distinction rate of 10?
Why is my life limited to grades-
Just a measly symbol on my report book

Lost touch of myself in the race for results,
hoping I will slide down the right side of the bell-curve

Pythagoras, Binomial, Quotient rule
Those tiny figures swim in my exhausted brain
Trying to form a tangible equation.
Trying to cram some more chemistry in.

Even my refuge has been snatched away.
Books used to be travelling without moving.
A mere flick of a page would probably land me in India
But now it 's just a source for lengthy vocabulary.

I am a machine
My grey matter, my engine
My body, my well-oiled gears
I eat for sustenance
I process whatever you want me to.
No feelings.
No emotions.
No apathy.
My aim: to conquer the world
You have made me inhumane.