Buried in Leaves

Autumn breeze catches the leaves
A flutter of wings beating
And the ground is covered
In orange and brown.

The scent of  summer remains
Discreetly hidden
Between blades of the grass
And in the morning dew.

I watch the blue sky fade
As a lazy haze settles over
The sun is a golden ball
And I'm buried in the fragrant leaves.

Unrequited Desire

Look how she dances for them
A thrilling swirl
And a graceful arch
How I wish she is mine.

Look how her body sparks
The light of the moon bounces on her hair
And I stare at the petals of her lips
Luscious pink, this blooming flower.

My raging passion rises
Like a poisonous snake
All I see is her
Dainty feet on the ground.

Why does she not love me?
A caress on my tingling flesh
Let her burn in hell
Or let her breathe for me.

P.S. Went out to Queensbay with Chiou Yih, Rachel, Kar Wye and Shi Wei to celebrate Chiouz's birthday directly after c. (Happy birthday in advance, btw.) And thanks for the treat. I am officially smashed.

What Do You See?

What do you see?
A burning fire of passion
In this eternal darkness
Or the lambent flicker of a dying flame?

Everyday's
Just another day
What hope lies ahead
In this tenebrous mist?

Despair, my darling
Clouds my sight
Will I see the light no more?
What else do you see?

21 Guns

Feeling kinda down these days. I'm blaming it on stress and PMS. Two pimples erupted out of nowhere, there are circles under my eyes and I'm practically flunking additional mathematics. My piano sucks, I'm tired all the time and my whole body aches. This is serious hell on earth.

Addicted to 21 Guns by Greenday. Reminds me of myself.

Lyrics:
Do you know what's worth fighting for?
When it's not worth dying for?
Does it take your breath away
And you feel yourself suffocating?

Does the pain weigh out the pride?
And you look for a place to hide?
Did someone break your heart inside?
You're in ruins

One, 21 guns
Lay down your arms, give up the fight
One, 21 guns
Throw up your arms into the sky, you and I

When you're at the end of the road
And you lost all sense of control
And your thoughts have taken their toll
When your mind breaks the spirit of your soul

Your faith walks on broken glass
And the hangover doesn't pass
Nothing's ever built to last
You're in ruins

One, 21 guns
Lay down your arms, give up the fight
One, 21 guns
Throw up your arms into the sky, you and I

Did you try to live on your own
When you burned down the house and home?
Did you stand too close to the fire
Like a liar looking for forgiveness from a stone?

When it's time to live and let die
And you can't get another try
Something inside this heart has died
You're in ruins

One, 21 guns
Lay down your arms, give up the fight
One, 21 guns
Throw up your arms into the sky

One, 21 guns
Lay down your arms, give up the fight
One, 21 guns
Throw up your arms into the sky, you and I.

Venice

Venice
My beautiful city
Who dwells in her secrets and mysteries
Unspoken of, since the ancient times.

Venice
My melancholic beauty
With her green waterways glittering in the night
A passionate thrill into my heart.

Venice
My blushing lover
Naked in the dying sun
A tangled dream in my head.

Abyss

Abyss, sweet abyss,
Send to me your darkest kiss,
And hold me in your cold embrace,
As time strolls by in this hurried pace.

Take me from where despair seeps,
And out of this dreary mist,
From the dark I feel your lips,
And taste your bloody kiss.

In the shadow of the silver clouds,
Minions of the devil scream and shout,
I wallow in my utmost sin,
That rings above this weary din.

Mourn

Note: This post is dedicated to the ChungLing boys involved in the dragon boat tragedy. Rest in peace.

White, so very white
These wrinkled hands
Floating quietly on the surface
White dove's wings.


The afternoon sky is ablaze
And yet all I see is grey
Funny how life goes on
When time has stopped for them.


Cruel water, cruel sea
Washed away their lives
Bloated bodies white and grey
Forever silent, forever still.

Evening Bells

The autumnal evening whispers
Dried leaves swirl in the air
Vivid colours of orange and red
Dance a little pirouette.

Scent of dried flowers
Bittersweet as childhood memories
The ground is an assortment of colours
As is the evening sky.

Orange bells in a row
Tinkle and sway in the wind
Music, so sweet and soft
Kissed my little dreams.

P.S. Whoopee. This is a happy one right? Even though its not that great.

Butterfly

A sprinkle of glittering dust
Silver, white and gold
Blue bells tinkle in the wind
Sing me a secret song.

Butterfly on a string
A flurry of excitement
An incoherent babble
Free it, poor thing.

A flutter of gossamer wings
Close to my heart
Fly far away
Pretty butterfly.

P.S. This is a happy poem right?

Marionette

Scream and shout
O young master

Your little puppet has come

For her little games. 

There was a time

When I was controlled by your strings

My head was thrown back in pain

And my feet danced all day. 

But I am pretty dancer no more

Sweet, sweating master

Red paint runs down my eyes

And in my hand I hold a knife.

Don't close your eyes, terrified master

Or I'll tear them out and smile

Look at me one last time

I'm your pretty marionette.

My Midnight Garden

Midnight,
And I walk alone, in the garden
Where the Moon's silver light shines
On the surface of the leaves, quavering
In the whisp'ring wind.

Midnight,
Chimes of Hell's Bells call me home
And yet, once more I stroll
Among overgrown shrubs and ruined shrines
In the dead of the night.

Midnight,
Still, I linger in my secret garden
And dwell amidst my silent companions
Of white faces and marble limbs
I stand on tiptoes for a kiss.


P.S. Shuning, there, I updated. I hope you're happy. (Because I am.)