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grace
diary
blog
rant
leave

lonely nights
stars are bright
missing you
when you aren't in sight

Labels: poem

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Haiku for My First Day Back
gerald dropped a bomb
today, on my first day back.
i couldn't stop laugh-
ing. we bitched for an hour or
so till lecture. then
we bitched some more and had some
laughs at cav. hooray.

i put a bomb in your fire you say oh-oh, oh-oh

Labels: haiku, poem, today was

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yes, no, maybe so.
but what i really want to
hear is sure/why not.

(and i really want to sleep now, but.)

Labels: haiku, poem, sleepy eepy

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haiku because it was raining
Rain, the sky's mourning
Thunder and teardrops falling
Washing you away

- CK Wong

Labels: poem

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kimchi
you should have
some, though you dont feel like
having any

Labels: poem

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We Real Cool by Gwendolyn Brooks


THE POOL PLAYERS.
SEVEN AT THE GOLDEN SHOVEL.

We real cool. We
Left school. We

Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We

Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We

Jazz June. We
Die soon.





super cool poem

Labels: poem

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haiku for the year
eighteen, you
think you're getting old
you worry

Labels: poem

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the rain tap-tapped on my window sill
i strain to hear but its gone
lift my hand to catch the raindrop from falling
but all i get is my hand slapped away
by the wind as lightning flashes
and the thunder claps again

Labels: poem

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almost sleeping

slower heartbeat
slower breathing
all the signs of
almost sleeping

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i dont know if i wish i could go back
to when it was that way
i like it like this but then
it does not give me much space

i love the sun more now
and the wind that blows in my face
and im happy for whatever love
that may come my way

-

its been a long time since i last tagged my post [:

Labels: musings, poem

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no illusions
wake me up
break my heart
take me away
from this route
many red herrings
some times there may be
all part of the story
just to create it

do you care?

Labels: poem, randumm

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you werent all that happy
i could see
maybe you feel the same way
about me

which is basically idontknow and you know i know we all know that everything doesnt fit in place. at all. because we do not live in denial, and because we have agreed on it.

something weird, anyway
we can talk about this tmr, i bet you're gonna do the same back to me, some time
and i will give you the same reaction too [:

Labels: poem, random musings, so much noise

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round and round and back again
so i am.

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bored
and in love with oxford heels
and colour palettes and ombre

paint splats on the chiffon dress
and make them higher,
those heels

chic or bleak
or maramandeek
some makeup to match with your heels

marc jacob's, ted baker's,
alldressedup for you, some
nordstrom's will never kill you

with some candyfloss and karlie kloss
barney's in new york can
never beat you

Labels: poem, random musings, so much noise

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wipe that smile off your face
take out your hopes and pains
make a daisy chain
and wear it round your neck

parade it,
masquerade it,
do whatever you have to
to make it known

smile,
and then drown in that smile
and hope the daisy chain will
save you

Labels: abstract, poem

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almond shaped eyes
so lovely
do you see
the water pooling
the quiver
and then the drop
the pearl which screams
out every bit of
anger and fear
most vulnerable
now
its time to strike

-

yes, care more
because it is more precarious
more important
more everything
than this
four petaled flower

Labels: drunk, musings, poem

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i suddenly thought of what dad sed to me the other day, when i got in trouble(haha). i never really thought of it that way, really. but nevertheless i think that is what i will do, simply because it is the easiest(i think) and that's what it is in the first place. it was that simple in the first place, so i will leave it at that and not complicate it or let it complicate itself.

anyway, i was (kind of) encouraged when i read x's blog because although i have never liked x in the short time that i did not know him, i am suprised by what he wrote and i applaud him on his stand. because if i were in his shoes i would be... haha. so although i doubt him a whole lot, i still applaud his attitude.s

oh the mystery
that was the controversy
that enshrouded her

okay, random un-understandable haiku. haha. i like haikus because they are cool because i think so :D
actually i just thought of the words mystery and controversy and enshrouded seemed like such a cool word because like, enshrouded in the fog, enshrouded in mystery, you know? imagine that mystery is a fog which follows whoever it enshrouds. like wow.

k lol.

btw, to eugene:
i dont post that kind of shitty "yay this is my 200billionth post! yay!" thing
but, i will post this - YAY THIS IS MY 230TH POST! YAY!
okay, im not really happy or 'YAY', but for my amusement. haha. okay so i did it, betcha gonna do it too when you reach 200 HAHAHAHA.

Labels: haha, poem, random musings, random weirdness

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let your mind wander
and bring you to places
only your mind's eye
sees

Labels: poem

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loll around but
dont go to sleep
though your eyes are
heavy and shutting

your head is heavy
your mind is weak
your eyes are shutting but you
still fight sleep

you feel your brain
laying to rest
in your head
but you still stay awake

your eyes stay open
you will them to be
light not heavy
and you continue writing

this poem is for you
all my nocturnal friends
whose brains lay to rest
but heads stay attached

to the compelling screen
which lies before you
sucking your mind and
making time run pass you

at the end of your morning
you sit and wonder
where the time went
and of what you have pondered

Labels: poem

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use words to express
pick and choose
those you want to use

pick the best
leave the rest
string them together
one and two

if they dont make sense
rearrange rearrange
rearrange them
until they do

just always remember that
you use the words
the words do not
use you

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stare at your nails
shiny and glossy
just like vinyl
so fake
so unreal

think of all the hurt
that has been passed today
a handphone lost
and a friend or two
maybe too much has
passed away

i think of you
yes
i think of you
and all these hurts and pains

these things will pass
i promise you
like all the pain that was passed
today

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love you two and thanks kmj a lot i am incredibly indebted to you

Labels: abstract, poem, random musings

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woah woah woah
wreck my thoughts
play games with my mind
now im confused
especially this time

i dont know which way to go
im at the crossroads
i thought i knew what i wanted
i thought i had chosen my path
but apparently not,
because at the crossroads is where i find
myself

its going to be tough
is all i can say

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so many new things to try
but all for another day

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im half awake now
just half
i dont really know what i want
or what im thinking
so im just gonna leave my thoughts for tomorrow
and we'll see how it works out
i need to make a list
i need to plan
i need to revamp
clear clear and change again
cos i cannot stay the same for too long again

im back
and unfortunately
i think the old me's back too
pretty bad huh
im not sure what good it did for me anymore
im back to me,
cynicism and question marks
what to do and
what to not

i thought i was changed
i thought i was different
i thought i had another chance to start over
but see, i thought wrong
again

i feel the same all over again

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need to change
need to change
need to change
cant stay the same
it irritates me

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cam and out again
i thought i'd feel different, really
changed renewed
but its back to same old same old
and im not even 24hours out
fastest ever
im relapsing
falling back in
i feel it
same old thang

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oh change
but not the wrong change
and out again
again again
into the inky black darkness
you will not find me

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maybe it ate me

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i am all rahhdeedahh
and blahsplatplaff
no more you just me
just me

out out out
and out you go
good riddance
good bye and
have a nice life

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aimless wandering
boredom is bad
splat splat splat
or
splash splash splash

drawings,
more drawings
and whoopdeedoodash

blue
sky blue
soon
very soon
because
not yet
is mad

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badbadbadbadbadbadbad
how?
degeneration takes place
in less than 24hours
-thats quick
just only a jiffy
imagine how steep the gradient would be
if we drew a graph
to let you see

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half-asleep
half-awake
all the same shit

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converse
new yellow converse
i will still keep my pinks
now they are faded
i love them even more
better than whites and better than pinks

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i poisoned myself
with junkfood
for four days straight
if it had lasted 10 days
i would have died
we would all have died
in fact
i would have died earlier
though not from the junkfood
but from her
but now i regret saying anything at all

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make new friends
make new life?

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my thoughts flow better when im half awake when im fully awake i just feel blank but then when im half awake i cannot be bothered to think things through properly because when i am half awake i am half asleep as well i would keep them for when i am fully awake, but by then i would have forgotten my train of thoughts or just be blanked out so then i lose everything like a faulty harddrive

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my mind is running running running...
running places
fast fast fast
quicker than i can imagine
i had a dream
but i forgot when that was
the last four days just suddenly seem like a dream
i've just woken up from
nothing seems real
all like a dream
it happened,
but all in my mind

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