poe_ems

2003-01-31T17:04:00.000-08:00

did u have such a reunion?
Rain fell from concrete coloured sky,
hiding the beautiful shimmer of moonlight.
The chilly wind blows stronger than ten zephyrs,
and moods are sodden by such dim-lit factors.
Yet tied by blood, we gather and we chatter,
ignoring especially the weather,
warmth radiates whenever we're togther,
on this day, our annual reunion dinner.

sincere obedience
The silence is stabbed with errie fears,
the rain pours like bloody tears.
The black red sky of devilry,
it sets the scene for tyranny.
T-rex roars, but he is drunk.
Wasted as can be.
T-rex drives so recklessly,
we could have died all under thee.
Command, the tyrant loves to do,
Obey, he just so wants us to.

2002-11-23T20:13:00.000-08:00

fighting fish
Fighting fish,
bickering.
Anger,
controlling.
Fighting fish,
a worry.
Who will win,
unknowing.
Who will tire,
unknowing.
Who will fall,
not a clue.
Who would break one very day,
death to whoever who.
Victory to the stronger two.
No empathy. there's apathy.
You wouldn't understand.
The winner now, might glimmer,
yet the winner not yet found,
till both sleep sound.
Till both sleep so sound.

2002-09-24T03:51:00.000-07:00

Away
I'm away.
Away from friends.
I'm cut,
solitaire queen again.
I'm on a french leave,
on my own.
The great Arabian theives,
the hole in my room they've sewn.
I am away,
alone.
But,
occupied still,
although cornered,
like in a zone.

I can
I can indulge in black lines on soft paper.
I can swallow the words like addictions to Ben and Jerry's.
I can feed, on silence that flows into me like the air i breathe.
I can float, on sad songs which i make my bed on.
I can be happy no matter what you to do me.
I can be free, despite the four walls you've cornered me into.

2002-09-24T03:42:00.000-07:00

When it's safe to cry
They've fallen into sweet repose.
Too tired to make the spot checks.
Stretch the muscles, taunt them good,
shoot replies that kill their mood.
Your door is closed, you are enclosed,
now it's safe to cry.
Muffle the sob with the pillow you lay on,
for agony will stir up the night.
Dim the lights to keep off the bright,
so you won't see how much you've cried.
Scream you do but make them silent,
for voices travel through the walls.
There's no place in this wretched world,
to give you space to break down and linger.
To sum it all,
check all conditions,
before you start to cry.
It's when it's late,
and the world seems dead,
then you can weep and need not tell them why.

2002-09-20T18:26:00.000-07:00

hello to the rain
Bring in the rain.
It washes the pain.
Take out the glare,
cast rainbows,
so we'll stare.
Seven colours will sing,
subserviently to the wind.
Dance with the drops,
that receed on the treetops.
Bring in the rain.
it's joy in the grey.
Leaves a happy stain,
rubs off, dismay.

2002-09-14T03:12:00.000-07:00

Ode to Moby's Porcelain
Porcelain is spinning in my discman, over and over again.
Porcelain is drinking up the batteries dry.
Porcelain is a smooth gulp of bailey's right down my throat.
Porcelain is a tune that sends neurons dancing my my head.
Porcelain helps me close my eyes and smile,
despite the quick pacing jungle of an island,
as small and as pressurizing,
like a bottle neck, an aisle.
pretty porcelain.

2002-08-16T09:28:00.000-07:00

black rose flower bed
My age laid dead on my bed,
and it never got up for the rest of my line.
It aged like my bed aged,
it decayed like the yellowing of my bedsheets,and though my mind travelled far and wide,
way beyond the termite infested wood and microscopic bacterial attack,
I guess i was rotting inside.
My youth was preparing me for my funeral.
My youth was helping me die.

2002-08-03T08:45:00.000-07:00

embossed. i feel you.
You're here,
and everything drifts like satin sand dunes.
You're here,
and i'm suddenly dancing to latin ballroom.
Embossed memories of you,
never ebbing.

2002-07-06T00:53:00.000-07:00

prettyugly
Quiet scheming little twit.
So this is how you do it.
Is there salvation to the deed?
It's tragically ironic.

So this is how you do it,
Add parachutes on your back.
You fall like your going to break.
Your face, a stone of heiroglyphs,
that inscribe the saddess that's
as overwhelming as the dawn.

So this is how you gain it,
although you know you shouldn't.
Indulging in the strawberry cheesecake;
ingredients- sympathy, pity, Home-made.
And you write a thousand sing songs,
dwell amongst the stars,
walk in the garden,
of the vast unforgettable past.

Quiet little protagonist.
It's sad you are so sad.
i almost so forgotten,
it's your choice
to feel undead.

2002-07-06T00:38:00.000-07:00

the moon
Eat me dry.
Mummified.
Ruin me right.
Wrecked is my ship
even on the lowly currents;
& muffled waves,
whose salt water blinds blatently the eye.
So no longer can i distinguish night from day.
So can't pull out from your
presence wanning.
Presence waxing.
Like the sea breeze that vanishes
by night fall.
Consumed me.
Drowned into an ocean of you,
save me.

2002-06-04T04:55:00.000-07:00

to theresa
You came in full awe and surprise.
your birth, a miracle, personified.
And how admist the silent wind
your soul it drifts
like a quiet theif in the night.
Oh what bittersweet bliss.
Bliss sweet bitter bliss.

And though the world around you weeps,
his peaceful calling sweeps you deep.
So your soul drifts away away...
Away from our world's beautifully hopeless fix.

So adieu to you,
would you wave back?
Take me too...
or accompany me on earth's deck.
Many hearts will miss you,
as hearts they often weep.
But love is ever giving,
you're free from suffocating tempestous sin.
Adieu Adieu...
sleep sweet
slip sweet

2002-06-02T05:26:00.000-07:00

First July's coming
and one gift i could give you
is one where you could see yourself
the way i see you.
maybe then,
you'll realise
how colourful life has been with you in it

2002-06-02T05:20:00.000-07:00

Catch my kiss
(An Ode to the yesterday of 2nd June)

Catch my kiss
and land them on your dry lips that used to bleed.
Catch my kiss,
and imagine your arms around me.
Catch my kiss,
and close your eyes. i am who you see.
Catch my kiss,
did you see the gaze that tried to run into you deep?
Catch my kiss,
hold it
clench your fists.

2002-05-02T03:30:00.000-07:00

I am Jan
Hey everyone.
I am a lie.
I am made of painstaking effort
to please and to try.
Hey everyone looking.
You must be blind.
Can u see emptiness
Hypocricy I can’t deny.
Hey looky here,
I am so useless
So just leave me to die.
Hey I am dwellin in perpetual distress,
Begging for pity
Wanting a chance to redress.
Hey I am falling
Deeper into the hole.
I need your help.
The truth will pull up my soul.
Hey everyone here’s another of my big mistakes,
I make huge decisions,
That I can’t afford to pay.
Now why does the world need
A bum such as me??
There’s so many better people,
There’s no place for me.
Hey everyone.
I’m a piece of junk.,
As worthless as a paper bag,
As heavy as infertile mud.

Fallen grace
Young and tender, fresh and raw.
Hurt but plastered, not yet cured.
Doctored, by her two innocent hands.
Moulded by the world's circumstance.
Slashed right across her back,
sews the stiches wirh a string of mesh.
Slashed right across her back,
smiles and smirks to counter that.
Thrown right into the sea,
you'd think she'd drown,
but she'll thrive on corals
and beat the fish,
kill the sharks and make planktons freeze,
win some hearts, made seaweed friends, that stood with her until the end.
The fallen grace had rose to pose,
as ruler over people's nose,
to feel the need of importance,
and not the invisible indifference.
Then sympathy comes over her.
The unfeeling shield she slowly removes.
A hidden meek, a mouse so old.
And then despite her wise and age,
she becomes young and tender again.
Only to be hurt again.

2002-05-02T03:28:00.000-07:00

Screaming in ur room
In her room alone,
flooded with invisible tears.
Agony fills the room,
freak noises for the ear.
She screams silent screams,
and shuts her eye lids tight.
Yet little piercing waters
seep through her dried lock eyes.
Opens her mouth a wide,
without a single sound,
her heart want to be spit out
ripped apart and ripped out loud.
Yet all she could was bite,
her innocent victimized tongue.
She cries for guilt and pity
for screwity divine(there's no such word as screwity but u get the idea)
she wants to stop the silent crying,
she feels eternally blind.

She neva saw the fireball
She never saw the fire ball
that went right down the wire string.
It passed her eye, ski right across her life
so close but yet so far a thing.
It sailed across the deep dark sky
with starry gems all looking by.
Their pretty faces hid the scars behind.
But of all people,
she remains denied.
She never saw the fire ball
that was to burn up all the lies.

2002-05-02T03:26:00.000-07:00

The after crush
The glow kinda faded.
the emotions evaded.
Clarity's grand entrance,
powdered my eye.
i love it, because it rarely comes

***************~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*******************

Frase
All we can do is think,
but we cannot see.
The vision of the afterlife,
blind to our thoughtful stare.

Keep Quiet
Can i stay in my silene?
Away from the noise?
The silence cotains me,
better than a loud voice.
The humbug, annoyance,
please go away.
The humbug, annoyance,
cultivated by mae.(me)

Blemishes
Imperfect am thee,
will thou forgive me?
Mistaking you passions,
and forgoing worthy congitations.
Will i learn these vital lessons?
Can i see you face? Can i answer these questions,
and cleanse my impurity?

Made u up
Smile and i notice (u smile but why me?)
Speak sweet and i wonder.
Touch and i shiver.
Yearn and i draw near.
Prick and i ponder.
Disappoint and i awake.
For i made you up,
inside my head.

2002-05-02T03:21:00.001-07:00

Being God
as she wept her tears away,
as she thought of god today.
as she heard the noise surround.
wrap her ears with wrath's piercing sound.
as she told herself today,
lift your soul, take hate away.
as she told herself today,
tries to be like god for a change.
The look of indignation that saturated her eye,
saw light beyond the thick black sheets,
that she put over her face,
when she TRIED to sleep.
Erased the painful aftermath of vex,
and let your ego fall,
for God forgives but everyday,
the list it does grow tall.
So don't complain, she says in vain to the trauma on the bed.
she was god then,
yes for a change,
tomorrow occurs the same.

2002-05-02T03:21:00.000-07:00

From u to me by vivien
that u have been a great friend,
a guiding light from god at times,
that i see god in ur face,
in everyones' too,
that u have a good ear,
ears that listen intentively,
that doesn't judge ,
but they just listen,
coz that's what i need,
so ,
thanks for everything,
thanks for being the rainbow after a storm...
for being you...
for being my friend,
i have to tell u ...
that,
i love you,
so when u can't seem to find a rainbow...
u can find ME,
mojojojo,
haha
THANKS.

Depression.
when you feel it,
it seems so nice to swell in it.
It's so nice to stay inside the doors,
it's so nice to feel sad and cry,
it gives you a reason why your not saving yourself,
from the grave that buried you alive.
Time.
You see it ticking by,
it seems to fly.
But when your sad,
now we don't care...
Or don't we not?
Time is truth, a treasure the world possesses.
I don't blame myself for not treasuring it.
I'm human.
Like eveyone else.
Happiness.
When you feel it, your in heaven.
When i feel joy, i'm with god.
You feel the lightness,
the devoid of trash,
the solemness,
the compassion for every little thing,
the pardon-everything tendancy.
we can't have it all the time.
That sucks,
i want to sigh,
but...
Happiness is not happiness without depression.
I won't be so depressed like i am now if there isn't joy.

Depression by xiao ting
Depression's here to stay today,
It just wouldn't go away.
Like a little black cloud it rains over me,
Reminding me of all my doubts and worries.
I desperately hoped for the sun to shine,
Cos this black cloud was slowly filling up my mind.
I wanted to throw it miles and miles away,
But how could I when
Depression's here to stay today
And no matter what I do
It just wouldn't go away.

2002-05-02T03:19:00.000-07:00

Words
Words can inspire,
Words can sing,
Words can make a poet’s day.
Words can provoke,
Words can paint,
Words, a reader’s pun and play.
Words can hurt,
Words can speak foul,
But does that mean,
That words bring forth sin?
Today i learnt about the words,
The words i write and say,
I may have hurt, i may have praised,
Through blindly my mouth sprays.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ :)
Luvia
i love u as a person,
for you have a heart.
i love you for ur ear
for it listens so much.
i love you for your mouth,
for it advices with good intentions.
i love you for your heart, for it cares.
i love you four your eyes for they don't decieve.
i love you for your flaws coz no one's perfect.
i love you for your mistakes coz you tell me to learn from them.
so...luvia. *grinz*

Oh hello hmm good bye
oh, hello.hmm, good bye.
Is that what i feel inside?
When i lose a friend?
The star that shone a mighty bright,
then i was close to her yes, then.
Now i ponder sad at heart,
sometimes even my heart will bark.
The face can hold the make up,
preventing one from abusive marks.
Oh, hello. hmm, good bye.
Do you know i want to cry?

2002-05-02T03:18:00.000-07:00

Reflections
Her voice a melancholic monotone,
distant humming inside her head.
Her mind devoid direction told,
a lost sheep where rainbows fade.
Her face a pictureque view of grey,
tinted with black cold prison bars.
Her eyes glared like the deepest blue,
with one intention,just one goal.
Her feet just ran and ran and ran,
devoid direction told.
The path laid out never unfold,
her failure was the distance she ran.
Her feet just ran and ran,
too afraid her efforts waste.
Her feet just ran and ran and ran,
only in the corridor of dreams.

Snoitcelfer
=====a different ending to Reflections===
She slowed her pace.
Full of grace,
turned her head back to where she came...
Looked at her feet,
brown in dirt's fit,
faced her toes around.
"Should i stay or should i go,
Should i face the rain.
Should i face the crying stones
that flicker drops so tame.
The world is cruel,
that i know but now i am unsure."
They ran and ran and ran again,
back to the same old path.
For there she found her answers.
The search was therefore, found.

2002-05-02T03:17:00.000-07:00

Superficiality
Take out the mask you wear,
and put it far away.
For your life has been wrinkled by it,
from fairness to the blackest shade.
Let your eyes give way to the light,
and pardon do your soul.
Let your eyes accept the day,
and cry when darkness arrvies.
Take out the mask you wear,
and put it far away.
For captivating is your face,
without the paint,
without the wood,
without a lying affair.

Love
I wanted to love,
But i didn’t know how.
I wanted to explore,
But there was little in store.
I wanted it to work,
But it seemed so out of reach.
Like the galaxies,
Stretching sea after sea.
I wanted to care,
But i didn’t want to commit.
I wanted too many things,
And look at us now...
I’m very sorry,
For the friction i’ve caused.
The personal barrier,
I put over myself.
An armour for the weak,
A shield for the meek,
Despite the fear that is out of sight.
I’m very sorry,
But i’m thankful too,
For god has made me confess,
So i can draw nearer to you.

2002-05-02T03:16:00.000-07:00

Contemplator’s society
Tired?
Am I?
Tired?
Should I be?
Tired?
Is it correct?
Tired?
Should I even question that?
Tired?
What do I feel?
Tired?
Too caught up in changing my mentality.
Tired?
I can’t even say what’s real.
How do I,
Listen to my heart?
When my mind,
Controls even the stars.
This I want,
Yet I don’t.
No wonder
Everything’s grey
And nothing’s black, white nor blue.

Karma’s provoking me today
Karma’s provoking me today,
I didn’t even want to hurt a tiny moth.
Though I detest and I am scared,
I let it fly aloof, take off.
Poor little ignorant thing,
Unaware the secluded spot.
Only to freeze to slow unknowing death,
And at morn it shall no more.
Where’s my karma now I seek,
Alas it flickered across the screen!
So I stood up and walked fast paced,
Turning the knob that held it’s fate.
The moth I pray,
please find it’s way
To warmth and better life,
Because cold pampering for the tropical soul,
Can only be enjoyed by the likes of mine.
Karma hmm….
It’s provoking me,
But provoke the poor moth too,
For I do think it’s needs the karma…
Far more than I need you.

2002-05-02T03:15:00.000-07:00

A penny for ur thoughts?
I'd rather not.
An insight to ur mind?
A dangerous sport.
Humbling the flourescent desire,
oh i try so hard.
Try so hard so you won't see even a bit of the fire.
We hold secrets
with our burning hands.

So let hands touch as lovers lips do.
Sp let then search, cling smother, cool,
rest, dwell, in alluring subdue.

And with that does the burning fade.
Mad fire's tongues have frozen dead.
With woolen feathers to take it's place.

A penny for your thoughts i ask.
And in return, mine all for free.

§;)

my eyes open in reluctance and eagerness,
for i just love reading your messages before i sleep...
The night doth sweep us apart with it's mighty wings,
as we surrender to sleep, sad sleep.
Yet sleep, tis good for it will bring to-morrow,
a morrow where our love hath grown stronger,
because in sleep,
absence makes the heart grow fonder.