lucky number

lucky number

you ask a question.
they don't answer.
sparks, fascination!
it makes you wonder.

the smoke fills your head.
flames, licking, alive!
the tables deadly laid
and no one knows they thrive.

hearts sinking under the waves.
Lord knows why she's lucky.
her number is her penny that saves
my mind's juices all muddy.

there are things no one could understand,
even if you crawled into their shoes.
why use a pencil, and not a pen?
it's all in the midnight blues.

ok, this poem is also based on specific personal events, so it might seem random and not make any sense to you. also, para 4, sentence 3 does not make sense here cos this is typed. but on my notebook it's in pencil.

irony

you've probably seen this before. i had to re-enter it for clear-labelling.

In the plane on the way to Michigan, I was REALLY bored, besides playing my nintendo ds, practising my penmanship and scribbling my signatures, chatting to cherums and others, and sleeping, I did this poem.

Irony
i'm on a running boost
yet i'm sitting still
my fingers barely twitching
but i'm on a spree to kill
exploring worlds, a monster comes
DIE! a falling tombstone
was my ticket to the graveyard
whilst i'm still at home; -and then-
my eyes go blind, my mind goes blank
my world has come to end.
my mother pulled the plug
Result? computer games are banned.

it's damn childish, cao did a better one about a guy and a bitch. can't confirm what it's about though, he used one cheem term. that's also illegible, so i can't type it here.

see ya.

stageplay

i had to retype this poem, because while editting posts it got deleted.

stageplay
the hall is empty.
a new light shines.
smoky figures
appear in lines.

the hall has faces.
the man smiles there.
she looks away as
she rusts on the stair.

my violin turns to sawdust.
fourth, third, champion.
the chairs layer grey specks.
this odyssey hits extinction.

He draws the curtain open.
and the stage is finally seen.
it's time to step up there.
it's time to step out there.

yeah, some of my poems won't be easy to understand, cos' they're personal. for this poem, para 2 and 3 is personal.
anyway, it's basically about my life so far and the future.

present.

wow.

in the last half hour, i was briefly going through all my posts and labelling them, and i realised i could really be quite childish last time! not saying that i'm very mature now.
also, a few things i mentioned in the past contradict what i think now.

"halloz"
"dunt mindd dhe typooes"

haha, all these stupid phrases.

you know, i think it's been a year. and it's still there.
and i don't know why it's gone, but it just won't budge.
but at least i'm quite sure, it's gradually wearing off.
so yeah, thank God for that.

exams are coming!
dang, i haven't started intensive mugging.
seriously, what's wrong with me.
shouldn't it be an instinct to mugg when the exams are two weeks away?

but also, i feel some people are just too enthusiastic.
they get so caught up with ensuring their future, they forget what potential's in the present.
and the present cannot even be defined by time, it's an infinitely small flick, not a second.
like when i think about it, i'm pretty sure many of the stuff i'm learning now would not play an important role in the future.

there's gonna be a bomb of poems uploaded,
cos i won't be updating for a while.

so take time to enjoy.
or ridicule, whatever.