The little sunshine girl
Who twirls so merrily
In her
Billowy yellow dress,
Looks at me from afar
A farway smile
Upon her cherry pink lips
A lone thought
Speaks
In my mind-
' I want to marry her when I grow up.'
Through a meander of thick eyelashes,
wispy gray eyes peer,
at the softly luminous sun.
Warmth
beats down
upon a pale face.
Beneath the window,
shrieking little voices
and
high-pitched giggles
echo from the playground.
Frail fingers run along the cool metal railing,
undecidedly
clenching and loosening.
Curious blue eyes hold gray ones,
an unspoken question
lingers.
Cold lips curve into a defeated smirk.
She lets go
and starts to fall
hope comes when you least expect it, like
a sudden
g l i m m e r
at the corner of your eye,
and as you turn to look,
nothing seems to be there
sometimes
hope just refuses to be found,
as hard as you might search,
high
or
low,
it
c
h
e
e
k
i
l
y evades
your careful gaze
someone could be keeping hope for you,
nestling it safely in their arms, and
simply-
waiting
for the right moment to give it to you
hope can even disguise itself, so that
even in your very darkest of hours,
when you feel as if there is no hope at all
and tears slide freely from the
d e s o
Living with
My head buried
In the
Sand
Suffocating under
Mounds of
My own
Guilt
Slowly, did pile
The
Lies then
Regrets then
Secrets then
Betrayals then...
How subtle
The invasion
of
Sand fingers,
Groping into dark places
Filling in what's
Not there,
Though
Leaving it
Just as
Empty.
No one realises
Until
Their heads are
Well and truly
Stuck.
When
Mindy
Decided
To
Take
The
Blue
Road,
Johnny
Had
Already
Chosen
The
Red,
So they parted,
Wishing
And
Hoping
That
Someday
Their
Roads
Might
Entwine
So
That
Together
They
Could
Walk
A
New
Road-
Of
Purple
Floating
Floating,
Upstream
Downstream,
As if within
a
Timeless memory
Hearing
Nothing, but the
Sound of
Serene,
Rhythmic
Breathing
Even, mellowed
Thoughts of
Tranquility
and
Days of just
Lazing...
The counterpart of man
The undervalued gender
The child-bearer
The warm
The caring
The daughters of Eve
The neck to a mans head
The silent sufferers
Nothing like,
The warmth of a mothers smile
The careful guidance of an elderly lady
The innocence of a little girl
The bitterness of a teenage drama queen
Not the undervalued gender,
But the underestimated.
She sits under an old willow tree
Sitting, smiling, peacefully
Her frail form, her withered grace
All tied together in this charming place
The leaves blow softly in the wind
They lead all thoughts astray
Her breath falls softly on her cheek
Her hair in shades of grey
It is time, she would speak
Her voice gentle as the sea
Her eyes slide shut one final time
Under that old willow tree
The dancer skates
Across the ice
In graceful sweeping arcs
With icy knives she
Slices through
The shallows of my heart
Pirouettes of passion
Leaps of languid desire
The swish and raking of the blades
The thump and bumping of my heart
She whirls and twirls
On the ice
And in my head
The dancer skates
Across the ice
In graceful sweeping arcs
With icy knives she
Slices through
The shallows of my heart
Pirouettes of passion
Leaps of languid desire
The swish and raking of the blades
The thump and bumping of my heart
She whirls and twirls
On the ice
And in my head
She sits under an old willow tree
Sitting, smiling, peacefully
Her frail form, her withered grace
All tied together in this charming place
The leaves blow softly in the wind
They lead all thoughts astray
Her breath falls softly on her cheek
Her hair in shades of grey
It is time, she would speak
Her voice gentle as the sea
Her eyes slide shut one final time
Under that old willow tree
The counterpart of man
The undervalued gender
The child-bearer
The warm
The caring
The daughters of Eve
The neck to a mans head
The silent sufferers
Nothing like,
The warmth of a mothers smile
The careful guidance of an elderly lady
The innocence of a little girl
The bitterness of a teenage drama queen
Not the undervalued gender,
But the underestimated.
Floating
Floating,
Upstream
Downstream,
As if within
a
Timeless memory
Hearing
Nothing, but the
Sound of
Serene,
Rhythmic
Breathing
Even, mellowed
Thoughts of
Tranquility
and
Days of just
Lazing...
When
Mindy
Decided
To
Take
The
Blue
Road,
Johnny
Had
Already
Chosen
The
Red,
So they parted,
Wishing
And
Hoping
That
Someday
Their
Roads
Might
Entwine
So
That
Together
They
Could
Walk
A
New
Road-
Of
Purple
Living with
My head buried
In the
Sand
Suffocating under
Mounds of
My own
Guilt
Slowly, did pile
The
Lies then
Regrets then
Secrets then
Betrayals then...
How subtle
The invasion
of
Sand fingers,
Groping into dark places
Filling in what's
Not there,
Though
Leaving it
Just as
Empty.
No one realises
Until
Their heads are
Well and truly
Stuck.
hope comes when you least expect it, like
a sudden
g l i m m e r
at the corner of your eye,
and as you turn to look,
nothing seems to be there
sometimes
hope just refuses to be found,
as hard as you might search,
high
or
low,
it
c
h
e
e
k
i
l
y evades
your careful gaze
someone could be keeping hope for you,
nestling it safely in their arms, and
simply-
waiting
for the right moment to give it to you
hope can even disguise itself, so that
even in your very darkest of hours,
when you feel as if there is no hope at all
and tears slide freely from the
d e s o
Through a meander of thick eyelashes,
wispy gray eyes peer,
at the softly luminous sun.
Warmth
beats down
upon a pale face.
Beneath the window,
shrieking little voices
and
high-pitched giggles
echo from the playground.
Frail fingers run along the cool metal railing,
undecidedly
clenching and loosening.
Curious blue eyes hold gray ones,
an unspoken question
lingers.
Cold lips curve into a defeated smirk.
She lets go
and starts to fall
Mirror, Mirror,
lie to me
and show me what
I want to see,
a world untouched,
un-harmed by love,
a world not cursed,
that soars above,
a world of warmth,
not cold as ice,
a world where hearts break once,
not twice.
Mirror, Mirror,
lie to me
and show me what
I wish to see,
a moonlit night,
not pouring rain,
tears cried for joy,
not cried for pain,
a peaceful life,
a brand-new slate,
a world where love
can't turn to hate.
Mirror, Mirror,
lie to me
and show me what
I hope to see,
a world where pain
cannot occur,
where tears don't make
my vision blur,
where happiness
can't drag me down,
and love won't try
to make
And in this dark harvest of season
My life has completely lost reason,
For which or against to decide.
All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide
In sadness and in kindness
In light and in darkness.
In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.
There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...
Piercing, slashing though my head.
Starting somewhere in heaven,
Ending somewhere in hell.
Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.
Are the armies within.
In my head they are all thrashing.
On the heaven's and hell's whim.
To be light or to be darkness.
A perpetual array.
It's not merely my choi
Current Residence: Australia! Favourite photographer: like Favourite style of art: chewing gum Operating System: Windows XP - stands for Xciting Pogostick MP3 player of choice: i-pod (though i don't have one :P) Shell of choice: a turtle shell Wallpaper of choice: nakedness Favourite cartoon character: mr popo from dragonball z. how can you not love that guy? Personal Quote: Naked time!
Favourite Visual Artist
underpants
Favourite Movies
I am Legend! I cried when the dog died :( ... i mean... there is no dog
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
jay chou; rnb-y type music (alas, i am a typical asian)
Favourite Writers
smell
Favourite Games
strip poker
Favourite Gaming Platform
nintendo ds
Tools of the Trade
my brain
Other Interests
movies; beaching XD; anime; death note; harry potter; your face
i have never made a journal entry so i think i'll start now.
SHU'S JOURNAL ENTRY
I have had at least 4 cups of coffee today. NAHAHAHAHAAHHA! and now my fingers shake and i blink really fast.
work experience is fun, i like to stare at people and smile freakishly, though i don't think they like me very much cos they don't smile back.
i have overtaken this little work desk for myself. & i hear people walking behind me, watching me do nothing on this laptop. BWAHAHAHAHA I GET PAID $40 FOR DOING NOTHING lol
so far i have:
- stuck my fingers together with super glue
- made little tags for the people underground
- discussed my possible futu