Thursday, May 27, 2004

Mirage

Written on 21 May 2004, Friday, @ 23:19

I don’t understand.
What was it all about?
Was it only me, again?
Living in castles of fancy
Amusing myself
But empty
Got attached to a silly mirage
When I was already
In the oasis.
Yet, why do I still
Keep thinking about it?
But this, like all mirages
Will pass eventually.

What Love Is

Written sometime in the last 2 years.

Optional,
hoots the hedonist.
Sex, drugs, food, drink—
Livin’ da vida loca.
That’s way more exciting.

Unfashionable,
snorts the cynic.
Just look at the hedonist—
Look at the world.
That’s what’s in fashion.

Non-existent,
cries the victim of abuse.
A prison of pain and hate—
That’s my world.

Fantasy,
thinks the teenager.
Pimples, fat problems, rejection—
That’s what’s real.

Liberating, unselfish, kind, patient, trusting, hopeful, persevering,
says the Lord of all creation.
That’s what true love is.
Come to me, my wounded children.
I am Love,
I am Eternity,
and never will I leave you,
never will I forsake you.
Come to me.

Sunday, May 23, 2004

schizo.

A break from all the mush! Here's some dark art. xP

The cup
it draws her
grabs her attention
she is transfixed
mesmerised her mind
turns starts spinning
Is it really a cup
she thinks or is it
something else
from some angles
it doesn’t look like a cup
you can use a cup
to do stuff
you don’t do with a cup
what is a cup anyway
she is transfixed
mesmerised wanting to turn
away but unable to
her mind throwing up
question after unanswerable question
her life passing away

Hmmm....

As I browse through my little collection of poems, I realise that almost all of them are about love or well, guys. And God. Quite limited eh. =P There is this really weird one called "schizo." which I wrote on a whim while feeling entirely confused and somewhat irritated. I think it had something to do with a guy too.

Oh geez. I feel kind of shallow, realising all this...but well, no. I'm not. It's these things that prompt me to write. And very often, in the midst of writing, I find myself being drawn to God, whether it be a positive or negative poem. =)

I remember writing this poem in my dad's car when my parents were quarelling and I was crying and feeling really awful. Something about the moonlight. Pity I lost it. Ah well. =)

if you love me v1.2

Written shortly after the first one. The difference is at the ending. I can't decide which one I like more. =)

if you love me
please don’t shower me with expensive gifts
a little look and a little smile will suffice
what i want is your heart,
not your money.

if you love me
please don’t whisk me off to fancy restaurants or crowded parties
a little picnic or a trip to the nearest mall will suffice
what i want is your company,
not that of strangers.

if you love me
please don’t say forever
an assurance that you love me now will suffice
what i want is sincerity,
not sugar-coated flattery.

if you love me
please don’t say you will die for me
even dying would be easier than living on without me
what I want is for you to be strong,
not your life for mine.

For God has already given me the most precious gift
He is with me all the time
Only He can claim eternity
And He sent Jesus to die for me

If you love me,
You will understand what I mean.

Do you love me?

Saturday, May 22, 2004

if you love me

Like I said on the main blog, I'm an idealistic, hopelessly hopeful romantic. Written last year I think.

if you love me
please don’t shower me with expensive gifts
a little look and a little smile will suffice
what i want is your heart,
not your money.

if you love me
please don’t whisk me off to fancy restaurants or crowded parties
a little picnic or a trip to the nearest mall will suffice
what i want is your company,
not that of strangers.

if you love me
please don’t say forever
an assurance that you love me now will suffice
what i want is sincerity,
not sugar-coated flattery.

if you love me
please don’t die for me
that is easier than living on without me
what i want is for you to be strong,
not your life for mine.

love is in the little things…
the way you:
look at me
smile at me
take my hand
show you care
love is in the little things.

Do you love me?

Friday, May 21, 2004

Lady Girl

A poem written inspired by and for my best friend. She loved it. =) I myself like the old Western feeling of this. Somehow reminds me of cowboys riding off into the sunset, leaving the poor maiden alone to pine for him who loved freedom more than her. Written last year or the year before.

Lady girl,
Do not weep
Lady girl,
Do not fret
Take time off from sadness
And maybe you will see
That perhaps it is not
Him you love
But Love you love

Lady girl,
Do not weep
Lady girl,
Do not fret
Love will come
And when I do,
Lady girl,
Do not turn me away,
Do not let Love’s heart break

Lady girl,
Wait for me
I will come
To take you in due time

Preamble

So, you are wondering what the heck this is all about.

Well, I don't know how, but one day the brilliant idea came upon me to put up all the poems I've written in the past and are to write on a blog. Occasionally I may put up some prose too. Why not?

Ok, I'm no [insert name of great poet/writer], but I think my stuff is passable...some even quite good, if I dare say.

Have not written any for a long while, though, so for the time being there'll only be poems from the past... =)

Lastly, you may be asking, "Why can't you spell 'stuff' correctly? What on earth is 'shtuff'???"

Well, shtuff is just the way my favourite Mutts character, Mooch would say it. He adds a 'h' in front of every 's'. And that, to me, is poetic. =)

"Poets are all who love,--who feel great truths, And tell them." - Philip James Bailey