Runaway
Wednesday, December 23, 2009 12:19 PM
Out of no source of inspiration, I wrote this sometime last year. I suck at poetry now.
Would you catch me if I fall?
If I dragged you down with me,
Would it matter at all?
If I offered you a hand,
Would you take it?
Or would our grasp slip like sand?
I stare into your eyes.
No more tears,
Now, no more alibis.
Arms stretched, I stood
In the middle of the track.
Bullet train over wood.
You dash and pull me back,
Protected by your shoulders;
My face buried into your neck.
There's still so much to show.
I don't want to run away,
I don't want to let you go.
another one. FIREWORKS SERENADE!
Monday, August 18, 2008 7:52 PM
V for Vendetta!
Watched it a few days ago,
Courtesy to my brother.
'Twas awesome (:
MUST WATCH OKAY.
Had some inspiration to write a poem after school today in mother's car.
I am not emo or anything, I only seem motivated to write emo poems.
If I write happyhappy poems, they'll turn out v. crappy for some reason o_O
And the character in there is fictionalfictionalfictional, m&m!
Whoosh.
(This has nothing to do with the real number 60. The real number 60 is a vicious, cruel and invisible creature that will knock on your door in 5 seconds and eat all of your invisible soft toys. It will also drink your wholly stash of 20 barrels of invisible Vodka and leave an invisible note on your head. Humans are insensitive to its complex flesh structure, so you won't feel anything. But, be vigilant. Be wary. Be Mr Muscle! All new packaging in a jumbo pack that gives you 20% more dishwashing liquid than before! Buy it now at any local fish market at gazzilionce the price of the 10ml super-duper-gizzmaticbottle! Batteries not included)
Sixty
Sixty feet under
Buried in the ground
Your world is torn asunder
But you can't make a sound
Sixty feet below
No one hears you scream
Not even a bellow
But you're bursting at the seams
Sixty feet beneath
You lose thought of life
You can't even breathe
The bitter cold, a knife
Sixty feet of soil
Piled up over you
Sixty feet of toil
Is all you've got to lose
Sixty breaths a minute
Is all the earth can offer
Soon you'll reach the limit
And feel yourself suffer
Sixty years left for you
Sixty years of false hope
Sixty thousand things to do
Sixty feet, seen through a telescope...
w00t.
The last line is up to your imagination xD
Well actually it's supposed to mean someone found\saw you.
In your dreams? In real? Who knows.
Gah
RAINING LIKE HOBOS AND HELGAS HERE.
And bro's playing noisy COD4 again!
And I wanna play UT ):
Dang. I still need to do Science theory, Math and just finished summary.
And I wanted to pixel :\
But no time anyway so no pixel. ):
Bye bye blog.
FIREWORKS SERENADE!
me, poet? probably not but heck.
Friday, August 15, 2008 10:59 PM
I've written 2 poems I bet you'll be interested in! :3
One's about Reversi (yes, I was playing Reversi with Curtains on MSN, you got a problem with that?) And one's, I don't know, abused\divorced parents\abandoned\emo child poem. Haha. Well it's just reall emotional and sentimental.
READ IT ORDIE BURN IN HELLLL! :B
Here we go!
Wednesday, December 23, 2009 12:19 PM
Out of no source of inspiration, I wrote this sometime last year. I suck at poetry now.
Would you catch me if I fall?
If I dragged you down with me,
Would it matter at all?
If I offered you a hand,
Would you take it?
Or would our grasp slip like sand?
I stare into your eyes.
No more tears,
Now, no more alibis.
Arms stretched, I stood
In the middle of the track.
Bullet train over wood.
You dash and pull me back,
Protected by your shoulders;
My face buried into your neck.
There's still so much to show.
I don't want to run away,
I don't want to let you go.
Labels: Poem bugnotic
another one. FIREWORKS SERENADE!
Monday, August 18, 2008 7:52 PM
V for Vendetta!
Watched it a few days ago,
Courtesy to my brother.
'Twas awesome (:
MUST WATCH OKAY.
Had some inspiration to write a poem after school today in mother's car.
I am not emo or anything, I only seem motivated to write emo poems.
If I write happyhappy poems, they'll turn out v. crappy for some reason o_O
And the character in there is fictionalfictionalfictional, m&m!
Whoosh.
(This has nothing to do with the real number 60. The real number 60 is a vicious, cruel and invisible creature that will knock on your door in 5 seconds and eat all of your invisible soft toys. It will also drink your wholly stash of 20 barrels of invisible Vodka and leave an invisible note on your head. Humans are insensitive to its complex flesh structure, so you won't feel anything. But, be vigilant. Be wary. Be Mr Muscle! All new packaging in a jumbo pack that gives you 20% more dishwashing liquid than before! Buy it now at any local fish market at gazzilionce the price of the 10ml super-duper-gizzmaticbottle! Batteries not included)
Sixty
Sixty feet under
Buried in the ground
Your world is torn asunder
But you can't make a sound
Sixty feet below
No one hears you scream
Not even a bellow
But you're bursting at the seams
Sixty feet beneath
You lose thought of life
You can't even breathe
The bitter cold, a knife
Sixty feet of soil
Piled up over you
Sixty feet of toil
Is all you've got to lose
Sixty breaths a minute
Is all the earth can offer
Soon you'll reach the limit
And feel yourself suffer
Sixty years left for you
Sixty years of false hope
Sixty thousand things to do
Sixty feet, seen through a telescope...
w00t.
The last line is up to your imagination xD
Well actually it's supposed to mean someone found\saw you.
In your dreams? In real? Who knows.
Gah
RAINING LIKE HOBOS AND HELGAS HERE.
And bro's playing noisy COD4 again!
And I wanna play UT ):
Dang. I still need to do Science theory, Math and just finished summary.
And I wanted to pixel :\
But no time anyway so no pixel. ):
Bye bye blog.
FIREWORKS SERENADE!
Labels: Movies, Poem bugnotic
me, poet? probably not but heck.
Friday, August 15, 2008 10:59 PM
I've written 2 poems I bet you'll be interested in! :3
One's about Reversi (yes, I was playing Reversi with Curtains on MSN, you got a problem with that?) And one's, I don't know, abused\divorced parents\abandoned\emo child poem. Haha. Well it's just reall emotional and sentimental.
READ IT OR
Here we go!
Reversi
Why don't we, you and I
Play a game of reversi
A game with no draws, no tie
Come try, try to daunt me
Turn by turn, the peices flip
Eight by eight we go
Don't let your mind slip; don't lose your grip
Black or white; who knows?
So many possibilities
To earn you the glory
Each and every piece
Tells a special story
I've got all the corners
Now, you can't hide
I've got all the borders
Can you turn the tide?
One square remains now
The tension; the horror
We each raise a brow
Like scarecrows on paper
With one swift motion
The board is finally full
But the challenge has just begun
... I merely beat a fool
Nameless
i.e. name for me
Is this what it feels like?
To be alone, to be in fear?
With your possesions held so tight
Will you cry a painful tear?
Is it meant to feel this way?
To be kept in the dark, in the cold?
Remembering that fateful day
Has the truth been told?
Am I really a mile so far
From all my hopes and dreams?
Or will I forever remember my scar
And watch ambitions disappear like steam?
Is there no hope for someone like me
No way of turning back time?
Thinking of all the possibilities
That could've, should've been mine?
Is there a probability, any slight chance
That i'd be normal again?
Or will I be held in this trance
Lost forever, drowned in pain?
Why don't we, you and I
Play a game of reversi
A game with no draws, no tie
Come try, try to daunt me
Turn by turn, the peices flip
Eight by eight we go
Don't let your mind slip; don't lose your grip
Black or white; who knows?
So many possibilities
To earn you the glory
Each and every piece
Tells a special story
I've got all the corners
Now, you can't hide
I've got all the borders
Can you turn the tide?
One square remains now
The tension; the horror
We each raise a brow
Like scarecrows on paper
With one swift motion
The board is finally full
But the challenge has just begun
... I merely beat a fool
Nameless
i.e. name for me
Is this what it feels like?
To be alone, to be in fear?
With your possesions held so tight
Will you cry a painful tear?
Is it meant to feel this way?
To be kept in the dark, in the cold?
Remembering that fateful day
Has the truth been told?
Am I really a mile so far
From all my hopes and dreams?
Or will I forever remember my scar
And watch ambitions disappear like steam?
Is there no hope for someone like me
No way of turning back time?
Thinking of all the possibilities
That could've, should've been mine?
Is there a probability, any slight chance
That i'd be normal again?
Or will I be held in this trance
Lost forever, drowned in pain?
Labels: Poem bugnotic