My Lousy Scribbles

Genetically Modified Globe
-Dreamer
I laid the next generation,
on these contaminated grounds,
to devour their lives as they grew,
for the world's now unnatural.

This inexorable sin,
all my children are condemned to,
are but the cruel did of men,
who willfully modified us.

Maybe there are still many left,
but numbers are slowly dwindling.
With time as the marker and rule,
an eventual extinction will come.

I laid my head down and rested,
there's nothing more for me to say,
How can I, a small butterfly,
do anything to change this fact?

I like "Just Kids". It's really pretty.

thanks. one of my first songs very recent. so as you can see, it isn't very well-done. just to convey some thoughts.

I have no idea how to write a proper song ahha. just having some fun.

and i do look foward to your writes too (:

I'm doing my best^^ Recently I just haven't felt like writing poems. But I guess during summer I'll write more.

i won't be on much after the competition ends. i'll be barred from the computer... and yea need to be studying, mugging, revising... reading... revising, mugging, studying, etc. ><

those are nice poems. i really like them.

thank you (: here's another. this is an open-mic (impromptu) poem.


Reminisence

Remember the days of eleven,
where mom would always say,
'Don't be a pai kia,
stay at home!'

Then as a kid growing,
going out was but plain dreaming.
Chained by fear of
the intimidating cane.

A faint brown it was then,
with split ends and missing handle,
it was a frequent visitor
of my pitiful skin.

Oh whatever sin have I commit,
in the life before this I lived,
for a callow child like me,
to face such torture and pain?

Abborence ballooned up,
with each passing day, hour and second,
until I chanced upon a day one
to my long-awaited freedom.

Ugly heads of swan faces,
were what I had to flock around with,
for a road-nerd first timer
to the unfamiliar home of Orchard Road.

Clothes, books, food and everything more,
yet all I could set my tiny eyes on,
were the digits printed on every tag,
freedom does indeed come with a price!

And now, a young fledgling of sixteen,
out almost all day without any notice,
taking my meals at budget restaurants
and filling myself with high-salt fries.

Yet... Yet no phone calls named 'mom' comes,
not even a message of concern or worry,
How I wish now, that I can turn time back!
I want to taste mom's stir-fried shrimp.

I wish, oh how I really do wish to back to history,
where she'd stroke my hair and embrace me,
I'll be a good kid and follow her orders,
like a little kangaroo in its mother's pouch.

I miss, oh how I really do miss those times,
where mom would always say,
'Don't be a Pai Kia,
stay at home!'
~Ger.

I Be Me

They say anguish should be forgotten in the depths of the forest,
but there are only neatly planted trees by the roads,
or do you want to bury it in your ancestors' graves?

They say that screams should be hidden in the heights of the mountains,
yet there are only little ant hills around our tiny land,
or are you interested in screaming into an ant hole?

Why do they always get us to forget the scars embedded on our hearts,
why do they always force us to let go of the past, when it is but
the saddest songs that tell of the sweetest memories?
~Ger.

I'm speechless. That's one really great poem there!

haha, thanks. miss having your voice 'round my thread ><

Sorry sorry, I've had so much other things in my mind -_- I'll be more active here from now on!

ahha, but that's not needed because after the july rituals, i'll be like inactive already. prelims are in august/september for me. then the actual exam is in oct/nov. so i won't be around after the ritual, in fact, i probably won't be visiting the site much after june. School's a lot of *edit your post and this will go away*, but i love how the a lot of *edit your post and this will go away* makes life go by. and makes me think about my future. make me worry about it, and want to do something to make a difference to it. want to be better, do better, and emerge top. It sure is *edit your post and this will go away* to be mugging and working your *edit your post and this will go away* of all day, but it's a fun piece of *edit your post and this will go away* and loads me with energy and motivation and most of all, passion. School is tiring and really, just revising, practicing, studying, learning. sounds boring, but there's so much fun in it even with it being filled with all these torture (or so my school claims it to be).

And well, i'll be taking up korean classes and possibly japanese, so next time we can chat in japanese/ korean >< i'll suck bad, but it'll be good if you could correct me whenever i make a mistake

I wish i can speak in another language other than chinese and english... i can't speak the national language of my country, FAIL.

You all will come to know why I simply can't wait for july's ritual (and i'm so crazy as to be defying my parents' rules to wake up at 5am. i'm willing to do that for a ritual): WATER FOR LIFE~ And it really is for life ><

I love water, i'm living in water, with water. Everytime when i'm really stressed out, i imagine myself by the sea, at the beach or you know drifting on the sea kind of thing. relaxes me. and when i can't get to sleep at night, because i tend to have coffee and chocolate overdose ><, i will listen to the sound of rain (btw the sound of rain, as in literally the sound of rain. not a song. just hearing the raining sounds. yeah, back to my point, the sound of rain, or raining sounds are actually a psychological method to relax your mind. it's scientifically proven to be medically effective for people with sleeping problems.).

I crap a lot, ahha, thanks to my talent of being able to crap. >< so here goes~ (colours follow the colours for the different elements for rituals)

Come Back Here

Flamboyant peacock,
stop being a scaredey cat,
we only want your feathers.
~Ger.

A/N: We used to go to Bintan (this neighbouring island) or so I believe, and there are (or maybe it's a 'were' now) many peacocks. my brother was fascinated by the peacock feather and wanted to bring one home (because the rest of us took those on the floor. he was just err... yeah want freshly plucked ones)

I'm just speechless at these. Really good work!

I'm not so sure about the last poem. what did you get out of it? Or rather, how did it make you feel and what are your thoughts of the poem?

Okay, I'm really crappy in telling my feelings about poems, any poems at that. It made me feel... kinda sad, I think.

actually, it's okay you know. i am just curious what made you think it was good that's all. because i don't know why i wrote that in the first place. i don't even know what genre i'd put it in. i had nothing but a random image in mind. I don't even know if the narrator (or the protagonist) of the poem is a human or ghost, or is the person in a dream. I just wrote it on mere wimp. didn't think too much. >< so i wanted to know what others think of it you know, what they got out of the poem, and then maybe piece my own thoughts of it. lol

btw, you can check out 六月十一日. it's a so called ghost story, but i think it's quite logical. some references to materials used. it has quite a lot of japanese background to it, or at least from what i see, there are. but it's written by a chinese.

To Kelly

Even you blabber on all day,
those endless lines get washed away,
with the next second of empty space,
when we part from each other's face.

I feel this gap in between,
it's widening though unseen,
through the time as friends we've been,
all I see is our ties fading thin.

Shoot it straight in my face,
if you hate my voice or my taste,
I already saw this coming with that flow,
just like gray clouds hinting arrival of snow.


Darkness will shroud me once again,
yet I can walk out of the pain,
that you think you've scarred me with,
for I've been far deeper, and that's no myth.

Could it be but my imagination,
or maybe just my inhibitions,
that I chose to keep silent,
'cause of this lack of verbal talent?

I dream of one day we can be sisters,
yet I only see this barricade in the center
of the route we are walking together,
ending with a fork, parting us forever.


We will eventually part...
Will we not?
~Ger.

A/N: Simple note. I mean it's obvious enough who I'm directing this at. It is written to Kelly, she is a friend of mine. I got to know her two years ago. We are in the same school but different classes. But we do have a few lessons together (bend classes). Had lunch and recess with her, chat with her online. But i just feel distant to her.