i would rather
Tuesday, January 25, 2005
bursting inside
to break free
and fly away
if i have known i would rather not know you
if it has cost you your solitude
if it has cost you your peace
if it has cost you to rock your boat in your journey
i would rather live in a world of mediocrity
if my struggle to live this life is tearing you apart
why do you think you have to entertain me
why do you think you have to live up to my expectation
when all i ask is a simple truth
i'm after all, nothing
of no consequence to your life
of another boat that passes by
another beacon that just gives you a little light along your way
like many others that had done so
perhaps you'll stay a little longer
perhaps my light shines brighter
but am i enough to make you stay
and be happy to stay
i would rather fade into oblivion from your sight
and disappear
vanish
while another boat waits to come by
Flower from concrete jungle _ b l o g g e d _ @ 11:48 PM |
gravity sets in
when the whole weight of reality sets in
you realise the gravity of the situation
is heavier than what you think
when you are still flying in the air
and events backlash to shoot you down
you landed heavily on the floor
when you realise what you've done
and attempt to remedy it
it might be too late
because when gravity sets in
and all come crashing down
the pieces might not pick itself up
and all is lost
Flower from concrete jungle _ b l o g g e d _ @ 11:20 PM |
A little
a little shaken
a little lost
a little sigh
you seem so close
yet miles away
you feel so real
yet it might just be illusion
is it the right one
or just another trying one
am i not ready
or the time is not right
am i unsure of you
or am i unsure of myself
heart yearns for you
but perhaps distance makes the heart grows fonder
questions that burn
answers that remain elusive
just a little unsure
just a little doubtful
just a little down again
Flower from concrete jungle _ b l o g g e d _ @ 11:20 PM |
Before insanity kicks in
Tuesday, January 11, 2005
Before irrationality kicks in
with every single inch of sanity
that is left bruised and scarred
let me jot down the bits of emotional roller coaster ride
a little island
peaceful and sheltered
builds upon its soil
towers of urban toils
years after years
it grew accustomed to the ways
But it longs for the waves in the ocean
wonders about the vast stretches of shimmering azure
but never did have the chance
fate has it that plates collide
the island is jolted out of its shelter
it was a refreshing sight
out of the urban toils and old ways of life
to the open ocean
but waves after waves towered and crashed upon the island
peacefulness were destroyed
the island was broken
to be out in the ocean
and for the island to survive
old ways must be destroyed
so said the heavenly being
and so, the island strives on
to build new life
new ways
but waves after waves came descending upon the island
making any effort of restoring life impossible...
and the island
becomes just the barren soil
that once breeds life
waiting for the ocean that it once longs for
to swallow it up
slowly
Flower from concrete jungle _ b l o g g e d _ @ 1:39 AM |
a new year is just another day
Monday, January 03, 2005
A new year to start with a tragedy
and human calamity... moral calamity...
of people raping victims in Sri Lanka
of people in sumatra faking as victims to steal food aids
I dread to have the thoughts that these people are better off dead
I dread to think that it always takes a tragedy to unify a separated world
I dread to feel that world is beyond redemption
dreadful
just as i was typing this away
some extremists are planning away for the next attack
another mother grieving for her lost child in the disaster
another crime is committed
another heart is broken
I asked myself today
what have you done today that you feel proud of?
or what have you done today that you feel ashamed of?
And I thought, I wouldn't even have the chance to ask myself this
if I had chosen a different destination for holiday
and i nearly chosen a disaster area
Have a close friend who had a near death experience
she asked for a second chance before she went into coma
and she got hers
I can only tell myself
there's not a minute in life to be wasted
not a minute to dwell in self indulgence pity or sadness
but to live life like you never have a second chance
when all things fall into darkness
a shimmer of hope will appear
a singaporean man donated his life away in a land rover expedition to thailand to deliver aids to victims
donations are pouring in
volunteers are pouring in
people from across the world observe vigil for the victims
I'm steering full speed ahead
I'm a bloody utopian optimist... as my bro says
I believe in a world of hope and happiness
and I believe in pay it forward
because there's always goodness in everyone,
waiting to become that shimmer of hope in darkness
Flower from concrete jungle _ b l o g g e d _ @ 1:15 AM |
