Poetry

2007-01-29T21:31:00.000+08:00

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

2006-08-27T18:03:00.000+08:00

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)

2006-04-09T21:05:00.000+08:00

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

2006-04-05T20:38:00.000+08:00

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

2006-04-05T20:33:00.000+08:00

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!

2006-04-04T11:34:00.000+08:00

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?

2006-02-24T10:10:00.000+08:00

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?

2006-02-24T09:54:00.000+08:00

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 :)

2006-02-24T09:48:00.000+08:00

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

2006-02-11T13:42:00.000+08:00

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 :)

You have to change some things to understand other things...

2006-01-23T21:06:00.000+08:00

You know what i think? I think that when im older im talkign 20's - 30's im going to go to a black place and im going to live there for a few days so i can write poetry on the lives of them. Im not being rascist or anything!!

Why do the children really laugh?

2006-01-23T20:57:00.000+08:00

Why do the children laugh at me?
I gazed down on his scarred face
The children laugh at me, they say this is not my place
Why do they say these things?

I looked at this boy of kings
They laugh because you are differant
They do not know what to do
They are unable to understand you

And the fists and the shouts, the beatings?
Why do they insist i leave?

I myself could only grieve
Here this innocent, small fragile boy
Scarred without reason, small and coy
Showed his disfigurement
And he was strong
He was brave, the others were wrong

But what could i say?
He was ugly?
No that wouldnt do
How to tell him they find him inferior
When he wins them all and is superior

Then he asks me asks me, are they right?
Should i simply disappear into the night?
I told him he better not
For there are battles, society has to be fought

He asks me what i mean
I said to him its sad
That people treat those who are better so bad
And how people dont take it well
When someone shows up with a cracked, beaten but shiner shell.

We think we know so much...

2006-01-23T20:28:00.000+08:00

"late again boy?"
It always went like this
"You think because your black"
"Gods going to watch your back?"
There is no God he thought, thats why he did what he did

He trudged to class in his cloth shoes
And shuffled past the schools pews
Jesus stared down at him, pain in his eyes
The boy thought it was more disappointment
For all the lies
The lies to his teachers
The lies to God

But then he reasoned
If God knew all then one didnt really lie
God did not strike him down, and he thought he knew why
It was because he wasnt there
Or at least not watching him
He though that really wasnt fair
It felt sometimes like noone did really care

The teacher didnt know where he was at dawn
Didnt know he was creeping
Around in his fathers car
His sights trained on men that his father knew
Pulling the trigger upon his fathers cue

The screams from the wounds of dying
Those were caused by him
He was impervious to the child crying
For in this time
He had to be strong
Couldnt let his conscience tell him he was doing wrong

At school he became
The little boy that comes late
The little immature boy who never had a date
The little black boy who decided anothers fate
He came to school with his mind fresh
Full of destroyed flesh

"So, boy, what do you have to say?"
"Nothing sir, nothing sir, I just stayed home to play"

Sometimes u have to be god yourself..

2006-01-23T20:22:00.000+08:00

The bells tolled
But jimmy wasnt there
It was getting cold
But jimmy had not come
The priest looked outside
He shook his head and sighed

Little did he know, jimmy was dead
He had frozen to death on his newspaper bed
The cold that normally woke him
Had now taken his life

As the priest went about his task
Wearing gods kindly mask
Little jimmy was alone
Frozen skin and bone

As the preist prayed
That jimmy was on his way to church
Little did he know
He had already passed through gods gates

Little child games

2006-01-11T21:18:00.001+08:00

Little man, little man, where have you been
He told her what he did
She took his hand and ran back home
Took him to her room
Scissors, Knife and string
He told her what to bring

She tied him down
She took control and began to play
Fascinated by the red liquid surrounding where he lay
She did not listen to the rules
And watched it make great pools
His screams mere laughter in her ears
She leaves him there, him all white
And marvelled at the pretty sight
All the colour and the shapes
He lies still and she giggles at his game
She runs down to her father coming home from work

Little girl, little girl what have you done?
Nothing Father, Tom just showed me how to have some fun.

Leprosy..

2006-01-11T21:11:00.000+08:00

Would you like a drink
Would you like food or candy?
Everyday he heard this song
Sad, depressing he had not long
They look at him with pity
He loaths they way they see
Why cant they treat him normally, like anybody
I feel fine he says
But they no he lies
They pretend at night they dont hear his cries
But he knows they lie
Hes dying steadily
Its eating him nonstop
Yet they treat him like an oversensitive crackpot
Im not crazy he insists
But mainly to himself
Im not insane with worry, not insane with fear
But then he asks himself, why am i here?
He wants to run but he cannot
For his legs are gone
They cut them off while he still fought
A losing battle
Looking down to see
What eles ehave they taken from me?
But he cannot look
For thats the other thing that it took
He lies there helplessly
He lies there crying
He laughs that he is falling to pieces
And he meant it literally
For his body disintegrates
As his mind abates
So he lies there breathing
Thinking
What a punishment
For he thinks of only death
He has only days
Lying where he lies
Lying till he dies

Love?

2006-01-08T18:34:00.000+08:00

Love is hard to understand
It can be held by any hand
Whether gnarled or wicked or true
Not knowing what love is true
Makes it so easy to deceive you
An unguarded girl she fell
In love with him
And she fell
To the disguised hell
Oh she thought it was true..
Little did he need to do
He was onto her
Taking her fast
Up to a certain point
And now that he past
It is no more
His hands withdraw
That hand that held her close had disguised claws
And it rakes her heart as he pulls
Just as quickly as he came
Rocketing up to fame
While she, his launching pad
Is burned and scarred and sad
But what does he care?
When he finds it so easy to ensnare
A girl who is sweet but naive
She does greave
Tearing off the webs he did weave
All that was holding was a trap
All his love was complete crap

Dont fuck around with girls guys if you do your complete shits. specially you john ure a goddam asshole.

The call

2005-10-22T14:41:00.000+08:00

The call came
She listened and cried
When she heard, how her little boy died.
The phone cracked
As it hit the floor
When she learnt, how she did not have him anymore
She cried what she could
She cried all her tears
As death gave promise to all her fears
Strange she thought;
How she worried aout his future
But death gave promise, he would never mature
A son gone
She cried for his loss
But tears could not pay the cost
When they ran out
She replaced them with blood
Dripping, dripping, like his on the road
She thought him above
She felt for him at home
She had never felt so alone
She gasped as she cried
She gasped for breath
When ironically, she wanted only deaths embrace
She pictured her boys face
Now torn and gone
Never had anything felt so wrong
The scars on her wrist
Never could heal
Because all she wanted was to deaths next meal
She did not stay long
And soon she was gone
She lost her hair
She lost weight
She lost everything when she lost him
She lost her will
She lost everything
Until
She took a knife and took a pill
Sliced her wrists and had her fill
Bleeding as she ran
She ran onto te street just like sam
She died there on the road
With only her little boy on her mind
She did not cry, felt no pain
She only died, where her little boy had done the same.

Prison

2005-09-19T22:33:00.000+08:00

The dark walls that held the wrong
They kept memory of lodgins long
The rooms square without light
Against insanity a hard long fight
The sun has no place here
Only darkness to instill fear
Crimson stains scarred the rock
They seeped and stayed at long as clock
Cries of pain echoed down desolate hall
Response was only deaths call
The metal barrier blocked all hope
Usually ended on thick rope
Many a sufferer came and left
Long after they still call to others
Footsteps clicked along the floor
As guard strolled to keep order
Or that of one who has lost desire
Whose soul craves even for The fire
As newer walk along the path
They whisper of others wrath
Long haired ones were respected
Short ones new selected

P.s iz a bit meh

Prison

2005-09-17T22:32:00.000+08:00

(Extremely Long) Her life

2005-09-17T22:07:00.000+08:00

Her life a tangled mass
Of love hate and deception and caste
She loses herself in various ways
One to act out in self plays
To act as another and not herself
To be a fiction, to be liked by everyone else

To be told a new character to act
So lost in her dilusion, so off track
The second to devulge in debauchery
Letting hot liquid set her free
Feel it course into her soul
Letting it free but making a hole
She forgets all in the stupor
But nags at her back when away
Only to be harassed the very next day
She loses herself among this pleasure
Increased until beyond all measure
When nothing rational, nothing true
This is wehn she thinks not of self

Her life a shambles of torn love
Now with one there and another a glove
The one has contempt and does not care
Noone with her emtions to share
The other an over-see with constant eye
Not is she given a chance to go

Kept in the dark, controlled by another
Wearing a skin seen by all other
The glove only gone at a time
When losing all sense does it shine
Her betrayal from many doth continue
Betrayed by many learned she did

Trust is kept for a select few
False friend which with she confers
Up comes the act a constant demur
An exterior simple and false
She is controlled by being insecure
Her rights unsure
The pain she feels is one extreme
Noone to confide and never seen

The other way to escape is by red
Her life she thinks worthless is shed
The sharpness of reality thinks her clear
And having the sting is her way
Of releasing her pent up sorrow kept at bay
Skin parts to reveal under the glove and the mask
The truth of her life a regular beating
She wears bands to cover the wounds
Bands of society and those only seen to you

Another is by release of pleasure
A time of when everything blank
As she focuses on one feeling
Her pain released by a liquid clear
Mixed with that of liquid white
A flash of emptiness to carry all thought
Her body shakes as it is purged

As all bed is expelled
Whether red or clear
It is sent off
Disillusioned of it pure
All temporary methods of patching
Contaminating her very hatching
Grown up to these actions and gain
She leads a life such that is said
Another escape is her bed

Sleep is black and black is pure

"Ignorance is bliss" a perfect cure
As to whether she pulls on
How many time the mask must don

Let time tell of it.

Life Watcher

2005-09-17T20:34:00.000+08:00

Fucking bitch, i watch you twitch
Stick the stick into your stitch
Watch your pulse and feel your beat
Scalpel, scissors, rowed up neat
Sync your beat in with my knife
Im sick of saving all this life
These kids with sex, full bloom
Not always in their fucking rooms
Fucking left and fucking right
Fucking all through the fucking night
If you want to fuck ill fuck you up
Stick my scalpel into your gut
Motorcycle accidents
Fifteen-year old adolescents
You see red and you see blue
You can smell your petrol fumes
You can see unnatural light
A fire blazing into the night
Wake me up at three o'clock
Make me see your blackened cocks
Make me touch your burnt up hair
Brush aside skin that was once fair

P.S This is a friends of mine poem his name is Karan. He made the poem because his uncle is a bonce cancer specialist and his patients are dying alot so hes really really sick of the world right now. Cheers.

Taker.

2005-09-16T23:35:00.000+08:00

He took it all
Everynight
And left her in the night
He took it
He took what she had
He took her

He took her as he wanted
He left her there to ponder
Walking through the dark night

He enters his house and takes his wife
Taking her
Taking her as he wants
And staying to let her ponder
She is blind and cannot think

He takes advantage of that
Taking what he can
Taking everything

When will she take
When will she take what he has
Taking his life as she wants
Taking him

Now hes been destroyed
Alone and with no job
He has nothing
To take

P.S This one was based on the whole 'embolding the message' by repitition idea. I kinda like it actually.

Lolita

2005-09-13T12:40:00.000+08:00

OMFG the book Lolita is so fucking good. It is banned in some countries (including my own hehe) but if u can get the book, GET IT. Its amazingly detailed, with incredible graphic writing and very very complex. If u get really 'into' your books and really sink into the plot ect. then this is a book for you. Mind you if your religion does not allow reading of sexual predator books than dont read it. But its a true story by a russian which is so entrancing it will blow your mind. It is like a biogrpaphy of his life. AMAZING!!!! Absolutely incredible!More later!

Song inspired by karan (friend)

2005-07-21T19:19:00.000+08:00

Voices pour in; my head crammed full
They tell me what to do
Playing games with my soul
Cant hold back; my hand lifted
They squeezed the trigger; gun goes off
Hole in my heart
I cant stop or hold them back
They say im crazy
It must be true
Im crazy so i killed you
Wasnt me but my insanity
My holders my guide; my beacon light
Guiding me to die
People talk to me; i say i feel fine
I know though, im not
They let me off free
Or should i say my insanity
The takers inside me
Using my body
My lifes a movie to me, i swear im innocent
Am i me or am i someone else?
Is this fantasy and dreams or just me?
So confused, plz just let me free
from myself or what i think it to be
My insanity
They taunt me in my sleep
Wake up to a new days pain
They have complete there way
I swear to everyone
I swear im innocent

Siobhan

2005-05-31T14:26:00.000+08:00

i love siobhan!!!!

Personal Opinion!

2005-05-26T11:22:00.000+08:00

Oh man... Neil Young rocks :) "horse with no name" a great song!! and so do coldplay and the killers. gotta love em. should see me bopping away when i listen. haha. anyways ya poetry up and coming. its in my fullscap upstairs >_< under my desk! Anyways yea... why do i talk like someones listening? nvm. ^-^

:)

2005-04-14T14:47:00.000+08:00

I love siobhan!

Happy memories do haunt.

2005-04-07T21:34:00.000+08:00

sitting in the armchair
mind drifts back to the days of memoir
mind slips into the times that caught the most
and all is seen through the eyes of a ghost
the things i see evolve into what i have seen
and the carefree amused laughs haunt me
though the sounds so sweet at the time
it now pains to be able to see
when what i long for is gone
her face appears as a frame
and uncontrollably, i think of how she was
the face that lit up and caused my face to glow
as her effusing rays of beauty
did cast upon my face,
causing me to widen my eyes as i realised perfection
did stand before me
the gentle prod of her finger
when she wanted to tell me something sweet
still does linger
her blushes that made me laugh
and touch her face to make her blush more
as i kissed the lips that formed that perfect smile
i still remember after all this while
the lips that i did press mine against
the body i stared in awe
the hair i used to feel
as i look down on my hand today,
i still feel how it slid against my hand
sliping through my fingers
the glossy look
still reflect in mine eyes
and the incredible things she left as remembrance
the little ones that used to be so close
and now my thoughts drift to that dark time
perhaps not dark but my thoughts are so drawn
it all seemed so doomed, my eyes closed
so block out the pain of my discovery
two small shapes with hands out as if to stop the frenzy
of the unemotional's blades
the sting of his wrath still felt on my mind
as it must have on their skin
the shapes wrecked and beaten
the pain accentuated by the slashings
that took the life
and the stumble into the next room as i cried
only to see my lifes bond
on the floor lying on velvet carpet
the deathly face staring at me
as if telling me it was my fault
i slid down the steps on wet feet
and could only think
of how everything was gone
and now as i rock everyday
these memories still come back to haunt me
so you see, the more enjoyable the moments,
the harder the memory
and the greater the pain
when all you love is slain.

deception ( i plan to expand on it)

2005-04-07T21:17:00.000+08:00

A form of deception stronger than all
The deception of emotion, the deception so strong
The moment i felt it everything felt so new
like vines over my bases grew
i thought it was all so perfect
but now i realise its also derelect
this form of lie so acute
going right down to my hearts life roots
it seemed to halt my beat
it seemed to defeat
all that i lived for
all wrong
tears slide down my cheek
as i see what i saw was false vision
and as the deceptor joins the victim
the victim becomes the victimiser
fangs of doubt thrust into me
as i gaze with misted eyes upon what i disbelieveingly see
i blink once and a tear escapes
released by my pain and taking it down
leaving a trail of acid along my face
a mark of the scarred
the ones that have felt it all
and as my eyes cloud over my mind follows suit
everything suddenly so moot
the innocent laugh becomes the proof
of something insidious
shearing me away from the bliss
the smile depicts somethings else
than one based on the foretold phrase
and the way that her eyes laze
upon the victimiser
casting with every glance another thorn into my heart
tearing me apart, part by excruciatingly valuable part
as the time of departure nears
the feared deception becomes clear
what i did indeed deem
is what i had seen
she makes a movement
i am mesmerised not by the incredibility
but by the way it rips the last part of me away
and im left with only pain to play
so went this deception
not even a word did need to mention
to show what what was there

2005-04-05T21:33:00.000+08:00

we see ourselves as so much more than we are
truth being we havent come far
we fight as ruthlessly as we did long ago
primal instincts still takeus where we go
we are not in control
it is merely a concept
some are as shameless as the naked art that we draw
ad the naked art that others look on in awe
they are the ones that cannot be satisfied
by anything else other than the pictures of lies
thos in them cast out fake smiles
and fake looks of greed as they see what men see themselves on how they are decreed
those that lie in life to get by
a blind fury takes some
a fury uncontrolled
although of that we have none
some killers that thrive of death
ironic how they themelves face that curse
comforting themselves by killing others first
they are confused and without reason acting out on instinct
like all of us do
then the conformists come round
but they themselves have not the open mind
you run into those who cry
to let off the feelings inside
these are in touch with themselves
but then again are all of us if we act on instinct
pain is used for some confused
to let them get back from what they deem
to be life
but then again what is the real life
whose to say?
i myself cannot be sure
the truth of perfection still demur

eh..a bit so-so

2005-04-05T20:43:00.000+08:00

Forver dealt pain of a kept secret
Never has a scream escaped the inlet
a cove of where feeling unspread
where the torturous being continues its rampage
the water splashed against the rocks
reminder of the booms of fire that tore the land
water drips from rock onto rock
same as the blood as it fell from the soldiers wounds;
same as the weeping mourners tears as they pained over sweet thought
the strained gasps like those of the aphyxiated
the echoes of sounds resonating in the boundaries
like the constant pleas of those fallen
my soles now slide on smooth surface
as they did on the oil on the field
where the wrecked machines keeled
the lack of color behind the mouth, all black
the absence of light and the color of their eyes
let death take them where they lie
and let the mourners cry.

I Love Siobhan :)

2005-04-01T17:00:00.000+08:00

I may command where i adore
But love pierces heart like lucrece knife
With bloodless stroke my heart doth gore
She doth sway my life
With emotions rife
Let love through my heart bore
Whilst my soul doth call for more
And my stars do shine bright
In the promise of successful plight
For be the pain and suffering strong
My endurance tis long
Let slash through flesh spread
And let saltwater be shed
For what i undertake i face
And love is doth a conspiratel lace
Sieve-like
Sin is patched with virtue
And that virtue on me tis you
Virtue is doth patched with sin
And through this herein
My love can be called justly divine
As waves of locks do veil
The affection do congeal
And the locks bar me from thee
For you i shallt bleed
And to you i shallt pass my seed
A waxen form upon the seal of my heart
Sends message of the power thoust has
Sly with my stars
Indeciciveness resembles broken shards
Order with chaos doth substitute
Beshrew me my love acute
Home now takes form of thy lips
And my hands make space upon thy hips
Nested in me it doth grow
With swirls of color it grows
With raging fire it flows
Heed such as my say
I shallt love you in unaccountable ways
And my passion and lust and love shallt be here always.

I Love Siobhan.

YaY

2005-03-20T11:46:00.000+08:00

Hehe got good news! Im emcee'ing Teen Search 2005! yea!!! in case none of you know i actually managed to get into a modelling career path. very cool. i dont get to take part in the pageant cause im not good looking enough but i do get to host it! that is pretty dam cool. yep!

The mask, cloak, glove and pretense.

2005-03-20T11:17:00.000+08:00

Her life a tangled mass
Of love, hate, deception and to forever last
She loses herself through various ways
One to act out in pretense
So she for others can make sense
To act as another and not herself
To be a fiction, appealing to everyone else
Directed a new character to attain
Using them as cloaks to ward off the droplets of pain
So lost in self dillusion lost in her own act
and now thrown off track
The second to devulge in debauchery
Letting lukewarm liquids be set free in her to be set free
A warped but suitable psychology
The liquids that created her being used to discard pain
Feeling it seep down to her very soul
Releasing it in a wave of stigma but leaving a hole
When passed this phase of forgotten time
The troubles come back to argue her sanity
On the very next day
She loses herself in this temporary pleasure
Increased through hard breaths and taught muscles until beyond all measure
Lost in what seems so be angelic indifferance
Her life wreckes and torn by indicated love
Now there is one there while another away but a glove
The one has contempt and does not care
Not even with her to emtions share
The other a self-appointed tutelary with constant eye
Unable to escape wretches of home
Kept in the dark while controlled by another
Wearing a skin that is seen by all other
The glove only gone at a time
When in parts with skin to set free red
Escaping the life she deems worthless letting it shed
The sharpness of reality thinks her clear
And feeling the sting is another way
Of releasing her pent up sorrow kept at bay
Skin parts to reveal under glove and pretense mask
The cloak unzips and spreads to show
The truth of her life a regular beating
Just like all else this one union
She wears bands to cover the wounds
Bands of society and those only seen to you
All these temporary methods of patching
Contaminate her very hatching
Her last escape the one we all experience at end of day
Sleep is black and black is pure
'Ignorance is bliss' an apt cure
And so it goes.

Long time..

2005-03-19T20:27:00.000+08:00

Hell its been a dam long time hasnt it.. well reasons for not writing poetry which everyone disses and those are the rare few that see it is because i used to write pending on moods. If you actually analyse them u'll see that they were almost all sad, lonely or depressed and occasionally violent ones. happiness is a difficult one to write down but a challenge is my favorite so why didnt i write? Its actually cause the one thing that made me happy is a girl.. Yep! Thats right a girl.. Named siobhan. She's maybe to you not the hottest babe in the world and u've seen better well im not the hottest little fuck in the world and ive seen and been with the best. And thats her. I actually wrote one on her. the lovey one with hips i believe. Anyways seeing as she's my gf (been a dammed year!) i kinda kept focused on her. but now.. well i have more time. Am i running into relationship problems? On that i shall inform at a later date. Trepid waters i have to cross. Anyways yea i have some new ones that i made. its been a while so gimme time to get back into the swing of things yea? hey im actually talking to myself seeing as im a nobody.. Tragic but fuckwhat its ok. i Prefer to actually stay to myself more. Right ill be right back gotta help clean.

SwEet L0ve

2004-08-05T14:51:00.000+08:00

Theres love in peoples hearts
Love to share
All by itself they cannot bear
Dont let it get away
There's love in this place
This is one you have to chase
Dont let chance slip
Take a sip
Of sweet love
Oh sweet love
The one thing that comes from above
Oh sweet love
No one wants to die
Without someone to hold
There's love meant to be set free
Meant to meet someone new to see
On other lives
It thrives to be recognised
Let it escape
let it take shape
Into the beauty of love
let it soar
let it with others love combine
So devine
The beauty of love
Sweet love
providing sorrow, grief and happiness
Beautiful yet a cursed bless
So let it bring you places youve never gone before
Let it soar
Oh sweet love

Cant be broken

2004-07-16T18:49:00.000+08:00

The ability to look into your eyes
Is always a surprise
To gaze upon such beauty and not shun
to place my arms around ure hips
And my mouth on your lips
To feel you and not run
When i'm holding you close
Is when i love life the most
To be one of cherished few
To even talk to you
When i see you my heart palpitates
And fear of loss penetrates
Although i have resistance
From you i could not distance
Its not just looks i see
But pure personality
Ive seen nothing of your likeness
And your gentle and meaningful caress
And when your gone
Everything feels wrong
Only one thing is what i can feel
No matter how much you scratch and peel
No matter what happens it can always heal
It is something i cannot express
But it is a bless
What i feel is love (hmm..couldnt get a good ending)

Break Away (more of a song)

2004-07-11T10:36:00.000+08:00

I never thought i would feel this way
But i never thought it would be this bad till yesterday
So many words i thought were true
But they didnt come from you
Slowly i slipped into it
But what did i fall for
You ran me over like i wasnt there yesterday
It felt like icicles in my heart
Just that little phrase of three
Breath stopped and it hurt me
Were all those sweet sayings a lie
My heart was flying high
But the higher it got the harder it fell
And now its crashed into hell
Fire and pain rages in and out
It makes me wanna shout
But only tears in form of sorrow escape my soul
Every tear-drop a bit of reason for living falling away
And with it goes my sanity
Whenb i think im getting better
I remember
You ran me over like i wasnt there yesterday
I slipped in and now i fade away

War

2004-07-10T22:14:00.001+08:00

Droning like mosquitoes they move close from far
and ants of destruction trudge along strips of tar
These sparrows also fly high
Dropping packages of death from safety of sky
Instead of stinging with pincers
They use bullets of speed
To death the lives they take they feed
As they mow town after town
They hear no cries of death sound
For they are bound to heart and crest
Asking them for king and country to embark killing fests
Screams of pain follow in their wake
Either from them or their enemies
These pawns of long-lasting battle
For years they from gun-fire or politician they hear the constant rattle
Both try to stop the bloodshed
For to long have they been fighting
In the distance they search for a sighting
One without blood and pain
As the treaty is signed
Here the freedom they long they find

A vacation (from writing)

2004-07-10T22:11:00.001+08:00

Its been at least 2 months since ive written poetry
This poem is to elude the boredom that plagues me
So many words to put down but they are hidden from me
So much to write
Whether out of curiosity or spite
Insanity can posess me
But poetry is the key
Paper has more patience than people
Although it may lack emotion and be feeble
It is still my best friend
To which secrets i can send
Some of my most inner thoughs have stained these pages
Whether out of complacency or rages

Its just kinda deep

2004-07-10T22:03:00.001+08:00

This site not nearly done
So many words it weighs a ton
As i watch the second hand tick
Like im falling down an endless pit
With a dog laying at my feet
Giving it treat after treat
This boredom cant be beat
It burns holes in my heart
Taking chunks of this valuable part
People consider me insane
But this is how i share my pain
The words i write cannot explain
I cannot make my feeling plain
How to break this wall of fire
Will my hand ever tire
The world i wish are in this book
The ones that no one ever took
As i surf (and now u 2) all these pages
I look at so many differant cages

Cancer

2004-07-10T21:54:00.000+08:00

Drops of golden sun
Bouncing off of me as i run
Mingling with frightened tears
As the ending nears
I feel it taking me day and night
Hidden away from sight
Taking me from inside
Taking my last and fatal ride
This man in his cloak and his scythe gets nearer
Making the end even clearer
I feel myself slipping inside
And no longer can i hide
Deith veils my focus
Like a swarm of locusts
As i begin to cry
I know its my turn to die

Intro

2004-07-10T18:42:00.000+08:00

This is a site about poetry
These poems were written in a book originally
Where i let my thoughts run free
In this site i write what i think
And with it i grow a stronger link
In this site i can swim sink or fly
I can write the truth and any lie
When the feeling are pent up inside
And i can no longer hide
In this book i confide
How my life resembles a roller-coaster ride
Sometimes come a sudden fall
Where one must stand tall
Then come a steep hill
Where on the other side lies another thrill
Then it throws u tricky curves
Which are stressing on your nerves
But all those troubles disappear
When i write in pages here

newbie blogger...

2004-07-10T18:18:00.000+08:00

My name is moritz...