THE PERFECT BODY
Shout the media
THE PERFECT BODY
Echo the people
THE PERFECT BODY
Obsess the world
THE PERFECT BODY
Stress the population

Pills and no frills
Welcome to life
The absence of it
Fat kills
Your place in the world
Looks kill or birth
Your place in the world

TO THE SCALPEL
A religion by itself
Your savior
Worship it
Need it
Do it

TO THE DIETICIAN
Worship this idol
The giver of it
IT
Perfection

TO THE DEATHS
If you cant achieve
The perfect
The ideal
The IT
IT
The perfect body

TO THE DIETICIAN
TO THE SCALPEL
TO THE DEATHS

THE PERFECT BODY
Attain
THE PERFECT BODY
Crave
THE PERFECT BODY
And die
THE EMPTY SHELL

Nature bleeds

Lying outside on the grass
Staring up at the stars
Silent, absent from the drone of cars
Thinking for hours about nothing at all
Listening to the nights, natures, silent call

There wasn't a disturbance, miles around
Not an artificial light, a person, nor man-made sound
The stars by the billion winked at me
I winked back,admiring and jealous of them being so free
Floating in space, nothing around them
As ignorant as the ant crawling up the plant stem

A cat prowls around where i lay
Curious but not fearful, for it is not day

The moon, blue, mysterious and eerie
Now it has been stepped upon, studied and destroyed

Slivers of light, orange and yellow
Slice across the sky, beautiful and mellow
Undisturbed, feeling soil under my back
I watch the sun, taking the night back

It's a time for taking, when the sun comes up
As a door slams, the tinkle of cup on cup
My mother calls, i get ready for school
The silence is gone, the peace is gone

The taking has started, it won't be long
Before work starts, people take things
Cars drone, alarm clocks ring
Calmly I step up, to lifes greed
Watching and crying, seeing nature bleed

It Takes Two ( Possibly my best peom i loved writing it)

You think your incredible
I think your not
You think your hot
I agree with you alot

But It takes two hands
One beauty, one mind
To strike the balance of a wondrous kind

You may have a picture, worthy of frame
But without the other you only attain;
You superficial fame
Minerva has the mind
But the body she could not find
We say the brain is more important than brawn
But without lust the bass is gone

When there is one hand, no matter strong
Beauty strikes beauty, but the note is weak and wrong
They falter, and havoc arises
No two can survive under these guises
Mind strikes mind, but these two can work
Only if beuaty is equally proportionate
To how much they are physically ignorant

It does not sound fair, that beauty cannot suffice
But it is true two mind make a powerful vice
While two beauties would break under a single flaw
Unlike two minds, the body is vulnerable and raw

So beware your attraction is not purely infatuation
For two clapping hands, the mind and the beauty
Are the only capable of preventing malady



I am sorry if it might look jumbled and wrongly stanza'd but i wrote it in a huge long verse and that looks better :P Btw the bass is a pun on base and the note of the hands clapping. Also Minerva is the Roman Goddess of Wisdom :)

Martyrs malice

He thought that he was cool
And walked around like he was the rule
Of every one of us
He thought the scars on his face made him hot
He did not realise they did not
All the damage done to his face
He acted like it give him charm and grace
He thinks his malicious grin makes the girls coo
And add that to his crystalline eyes icy blue
Its funny how he got his looks
Getting too obsessed with his playboy books
Looking at the naked bodies on every page
Sending his hormones into a sex-hot rage
Later seeing girls on the street
Watching like a bitch in heat
I guess he went too far and got his treat
Had his fun but then got beat
One time he went too far and now look at him
This one carried a blade in her red bag
He simply chose the wrong girl to force shag
When he pounced she jerked it out
Lunging at him with her media-enraged shout
Slashing at his leering face to stop his onslaught
He finally received what he deserved, a girl that fought
Leaving him bleeding in the parking lot
His face hanging off his skull, he got caught
Now he sees his scars and thinks hes cool
Strutting around thinking he's the rule
Except for one of us

Priests cant have kids

She sat under the orange tree
She hummed a little melody
Swaying back and forth with the wind
Such a beauty must have never sinned
Pursed lips as she reads her book
Placid and innocent, so was her look
Plum in hand, she took a bite
Pretty and dainty, simply dazzling in the sunlight
A bird flutters to the ground to rest
Amazed and shocked, a hand goes to her breast
Allowing it to linger, she watches
As the bird twitters, her face reddens and blazes
She looks on with sparked eyes
Sitting akwardly, emitting deep sighs
Her preist of a father calls, and her innocent eyes widen
She gets up and starts to run
Leaving her equally innocent naked brother in the sun
Simply dazzling

Heave Boys!

Heave boys!
Pull the trees to the ground
Wood to make our weaponry
Make this land a barren mound
Arm yourselves with spikes
Crossbows and swords
Grab your lances and yor pikes
To fell the lordship's hordes

You girl, milkmad, bring the soldiers beer
Be it God's good grace we would not be posted here

Heave boys!
Your backs are weak as dough
How will you equip yourselves
To strike the mighty blow
The kingdom loves the blood it spills
So work to give it back

Heave boys!
Your sweat shows strength
To fight with endurance and length
When the horns callw e must fight
So equip the outpost by tonight
That is when we face their might
For we are outcasts we fight our tyrannical lord
Let us heave to fight the infidel's hord!

Who dont you love me?

A knife flashed as he circled her
His maniacal face revealing his fervor
Tied to the chair she only looked on
?WHY DON?T YOU LOVE ME!?
He screamed into her face
Cutting with his knife, demanding for her to care
Slapping he face and pulling on her hair
?IS MY HURT NOT ENOUGH??
He asked as he pleaded
He got on his knees and proclaimed her all he needed
This broken woman could only stare
At the floor and she did nto dare
Look at his heaving face
Her head twisted at his hands demand
She did not take lesson from his reprimand
?I HAVE NOT HURT YOU ENOUGH??
He thought that would make her love
He thought it grew with every push and shove
?STOP STARING AT THE FLOOR?
She looked at his feet
?MY EYES ARE ON MY FACE NOT MY FEET?
Not a movement was made
He untied her from the chair but she did not move
Crushed and lost and without love, she had given up on him
He stood her up and she remained on her two feet
But still his eyes she would not meet
He got on his knees and looked up a her
Begging or her to love him, she heard him deplore
She did nothing and stood as still as stone
Displaying clearly the hate that for too long she had known
?YOU BITCH?
He screamed and lunged up
Shoving his knife into her chest
?IF YOU WONT LOVE ME ILL PUT YOUR ABILITY TO REST?
Still she stood, already dead
Blinking through the tears she shed
The pain was great but that was nothing
It was not as painful as her lied-to ring
She sank slowly to the ground
Still not making a single sound
He looked upon her dying slowly
And began to cry
?Im so sorry honey, I don?t want to say goodbye?
Holding onto her as she bled
He stained his clothes a lustful red
And waited till she was dead
He tried to help but it was too late
He had cut short her poor fate
Realising now he had none of her love
He gave her body a shove
Grabbed the knife that took her life
And stabbed it into himself
Lying next to her he died like she
So even in death she would not be free
And just before he passed on
He looked at her and said
?I love you?

whats the use of a title?

Running, crying
She stumbled out the door
Lying, lying
Her father saying she?s a whore
Stomping feet of his heavy frame
Her light feet falling as he came
Out the door, across the street
Listening to his voices beat
Lyer, whore, cryer, boar, weakling, slutty, shit

A hand falling on her head
The very hand the very way it hit her in bed
A slap for every tear she shed
And she could take it no more
Slowly she sank, re-greeting the floor
Make-up smeared with her crying
He loomed over her like a dog panting
Picking her up he carried her home
To his torture chamber dome
Already his hands begin to grope
Sneering at her futile hope
Stupid, slutty, motherfuckign bitch
Little, little, immature snitch
Punishment will come she knew
That she would cry and hurt all the way through

weird :)

Ok I have been making some really stupid poems and I decided for the sheer fun of it im gonna post it cause they are for me and not for you so fuck off bitch! This refers to one of my teachers. :)


And so he looked down
On us poor slobs
And he looked round
Remarking on how we didn?t do our jobs
He was head, and thus he knew
Everything, good for you
His moon glasses magnify his own importance
His short stature and stopping stance
Thrusting his pen like the holy lance
Piercing gaze, do what he says
If we don?t we are stupid
Just children who are insipid
Think rationally, his goldfish lips say
With his fat tongue, rattling away
His chin quivering, he speaks fast
His haughty smile, mocking the last
Greying hair, inadequate amounts
What I say, what I say, that?s all that counts
His constant head shake, speeches so long
Berating our choices, insisting we?re wrong
So ignorant, he doesn?t realize when were away
Going on tangents, saying things not meant for him to say
Repetition after repetition
Revolution after revolution
He chirps and twitters, singing his song
Hes so dillusioned, because everythings wrong?

Another blog

Ok so i made a new blog k? Its www.itjustdoesntmakesense.blogspot.com so go look if you want it talks about stuff happenign in singapore and some of my views on it :)