tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45137956654839154702024-03-12T15:54:28.880-07:00PoeticsAll her attempts at poetry/lyrics over the years. For nostalgia, reminiscence; for looking forward and also gaining inspiration from the remote past. From the year 2005 (unless earlier poems can be found). Some are remarkably cheesy though.SHANNENhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14557640271553610044noreply@blogger.comBlogger55125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4513795665483915470.post-44724201635615973952016-10-01T10:01:00.002-07:002016-10-01T10:01:39.877-07:00The Red Pencil Newsletters (2015 and 2016)<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DCvkdRavxVo/V-_rsj-Em5I/AAAAAAAAD80/VKRLtk5fa1wxYTZWpdlUtBhXr0qR2iDwwCK4B/s1600/Screen%2BShot%2B2016-10-02%2Bat%2B12.58.07%2BAM.png" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DCvkdRavxVo/V-_rsj-Em5I/AAAAAAAAD80/VKRLtk5fa1wxYTZWpdlUtBhXr0qR2iDwwCK4B/s320/Screen%2BShot%2B2016-10-02%2Bat%2B12.58.07%2BAM.png" width="224" /></a><br />
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Click <a href="http://www.redpencil.org/red-pencil-singapore/about/#newsletters" target="_blank">here</a> to read the 2015 and 2016 newsletters. I wrote most of the content and supervised the design and layout of the newsletter.SHANNENhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14557640271553610044noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4513795665483915470.post-24911447846521367002016-10-01T09:59:00.000-07:002016-10-01T10:00:23.939-07:00Art therapy (2/4/2016)<div style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: inherit; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-top: 15px; outline: none 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">
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I saw a plethora of colours before me<br />
I was awestruck yet dumbfounded<br />
<i style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: none 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">What should I choose? </i><br />
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She held out red and green crayons<br />
placed them on her hand and told me<br />
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I chose watercolour instead<br />
and watch the colours melt into one another<br />
blue and orange emitted a comforting green<br />
while red autumn leaves floated across the paper<br />
and faded blue mountains outlined<br />
in the midst of patterns and impressions</div>
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<i style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: none 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Tell me about space</i>, she said<br />
And my heart ached at the thought of<br />
the space I had lost and could never return<br />
<i style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: none 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Bring the space to you through art then.</i></div>
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I imagined the mist surrounding the convexes<br />
of the magnificent mountainous landscape<br />
then I saw snowflakes falling<br />
remembered the stars scattered like dust<br />
all over the horizon</div>
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I watched the painting come to life from afar<br />
And my heart ached at the thought of<br />
how I cannot be boxed up like others<br />
content with comformity, comfort and conventions</div>
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<i style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: none 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Marry both colours together</i><br />
<i style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: none 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Marry both selves together</i><br />
<i style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: none 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">They need not be polarising opposites;</i><br />
<i style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: none 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Take your shadows by their hands</i><br />
<i style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: none 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">And dance with them.</i><br />
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<i style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: none 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">You’re a volcano<br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; outline: none 0px;" />full of energy and drive<br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; outline: none 0px;" />integrate and marry different forms together<br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; outline: none 0px;" />open up new creative possibilities</i><br />
<br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; outline: none 0px;" />
<i style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: none 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">With a heart as open as yours<br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; outline: none 0px;" />a flexibility and yearning to<br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; outline: none 0px;" />search for the self<br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; outline: none 0px;" />you’ll succeed;<br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; outline: none 0px;" /><br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; outline: none 0px;" />you’ll succeed.</i></div>
SHANNENhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14557640271553610044noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4513795665483915470.post-58319718454556896362016-10-01T09:55:00.000-07:002016-10-01T09:55:04.551-07:00Touch (25/7/2015)<div style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: inherit; margin-bottom: 15px; outline: none 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">
Every time someone lingers <br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; outline: none 0px;" />a little longer on her skin<br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; outline: none 0px;" />she cracks a little more inside<br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; outline: none 0px;" />scabs forming thick walls</div>
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Arms across her back<br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; outline: none 0px;" />hands towards the waist<br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; outline: none 0px;" />sometimes stomach<br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; outline: none 0px;" />and other times the thighs</div>
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But she is not a doll<br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; outline: none 0px;" />she is only human<br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; outline: none 0px;" />yet with every trespassing<br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; outline: none 0px;" />she is plasticised, objectified</div>
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She knows people love to touch<br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; outline: none 0px;" />beautiful things<br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; outline: none 0px;" />why can’t people see that <br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; outline: none 0px;" />the soul yearns to be touched too?</div>
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How could anyone even know her<br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; outline: none 0px;" />when one begins and ends<br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; outline: none 0px;" />with simply touching<br style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; outline: none 0px;" />the body?</div>
SHANNENhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14557640271553610044noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4513795665483915470.post-53381602515945886002014-02-20T19:10:00.005-08:002014-02-20T19:10:39.958-08:00Schizophrenic (13/2/2014)<div dir="ltr">
Out of rhythm.<br />
Growing expectations and disappointments.<br />
It is true-</div>
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I'm not ready for this after all.</div>
SHANNENhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14557640271553610044noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4513795665483915470.post-69251462172794584672014-02-20T19:10:00.004-08:002014-02-20T19:10:31.565-08:00Hummingbird Heartbeat (13/2/2014)<div dir="ltr">
The heart is a precarious creature.<br />
It feels too much.<br />
And that day, it beat so fast it was flying<br />
as though it would escape the ribcages</div>
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Leaping out to find you.</div>
SHANNENhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14557640271553610044noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4513795665483915470.post-21121773530289414222014-02-20T19:10:00.002-08:002014-02-20T19:10:20.450-08:00Topic: Friendship (for SSA YEP exhibition, 29/1/2014)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<!--[endif]-->SHANNENhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14557640271553610044noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4513795665483915470.post-67993023428929846692014-02-20T19:10:00.001-08:002014-02-20T19:10:11.039-08:00Night (Prose/May 2013)<div>
<i>When she woke up with tears streaming down her cheeks uncontrollably, all that she could grasp were the touch of his hands and the promise they made.</i></div>
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<i>She forgot about the dream for months thereafter, and lamented endlessly on the futility of love at this stage of her life. She was young, she could be happy remaining single for a long time. None are suitable at the moment, she would remind herself consistently. Once in a while, she would spot a bud blossoming but she would think too much and before it had a chance to flaunt its petals, she stretched out her hands and tore it apart. And the petals were left scattered and unborn.</i></div>
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<i>In the solitude of the night, she would sit among piles of books, magazines and papers and occasionally tear up at a song, a memory or a related thought. There were also days where the word love didn't seem to exist, and she went about her daily routines and tasks. Sometimes, she was undecided about her choices, and other times she felt like no one would ever choose her. A dream would come on every now and then, of a phantom being holding her close. Every single time, she thought she had it all figured out, but realised that she had remembered everything except his face. It's just a dream, and dreams like these never come true, she would mutter to herself afterwards and hopped out of bed to begin the rest of her day wondering about everything.</i></div>
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<i>That night when she spoke to the wind, she thought of how she could have seen the same moon lifetimes ago, and that past present or future, they have and will always be under the same sky. In the midst of sorting out her feelings, the moon was a shining silver coin that stood out against the darkness. A new sense of hope welled up within her, and the fog within her heart cleared for a moment. In that moment of clarity, she whispered: "I will find you no matter what."</i></div>
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<i>But hours later and deeper into the night, she looked out of the window again and the moon was no longer there. Her search for light had only begun.</i></div>
SHANNENhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14557640271553610044noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4513795665483915470.post-78884529405219654342014-02-20T19:10:00.000-08:002014-02-20T19:10:02.951-08:00Shadow (Prose/May 2012)<i>"You are a shadow. A dark, long mysterious shadow. </i><br />
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<i>There is something hollow and yet full about the blackness of a shadow that intrigues me.</i><br />
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<i>I am too bright a light; people can't look at me for too long because I am always too chirpy and upbeat and positive about life. (How can anyone be happy just like that?)</i><br />
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<i>Do I not understand sadness? Do I not understand pain and disappointment? People marvel at my stark innocence and insouciance towards life. </i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>But I only wish to burn brighter to chase the darkness away. </i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i> *** </i><br />
<i> Do I wish for you to turn into light, to be like me? I love the way you are but because you are a shadow, you are impossible to grasp and hold on to. </i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>I can only look at you behind me, in front of me, at the sides. I can never really quite touch you. And that's why you are mysterious. You are beautiful. </i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>Are you empty? Or are you full? I cant quite reach you so can you tell me what do you consist of? What are your thoughts and feelings and opinions and dreams? Your goals? Do you plan to just exist only when there is light or do you wish to be more defined and solid? </i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>I've tried so hard to stretch myself out and reach to you, but still I can never quite touch you. </i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i> *** </i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i> Shadows. Are they veils? Are they a representation of what we want to have but can't have? Are they the darkness of light? </i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i> Where are you? Are you just a cloak that morphs and takes my shape? Why is it that you only exist when I shine so brightly? Who is going to pick me up when I turn cold and dark?</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>If a light is strong enough to survive on its own, what's the use of love then? Maybe that's why light is accompanied by shadows. You are a shadow. You disappear when I turn dark. I can never quite reach you. You are mysterious. You are beautiful. That's why I love you (and I will never love you)."</i>SHANNENhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14557640271553610044noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4513795665483915470.post-70759587202746791782014-02-20T19:09:00.003-08:002014-02-20T19:09:49.919-08:00Sunrise (14/10/2013)<div>
<i>Your face encase a journey of storms and heavens</i></div>
<div>
<i>as I watched beside you over the years</i></div>
<div>
<i>but that day, </i><i>the roar announced a new beginning</i></div>
<div>
<i>and </i><i>I saw the first sun rise on your face</i></div>
<div>
<i><br /></i></div>
<div>
<i>(All I did was to soak in this warmth)</i></div>
<div>
<i><br /></i></div>
<div>
<div>
<i>Later, the palms touched as a goodbye</i></div>
<div>
<i>and in that moment</i></div>
<div>
<i>I understood the depths of our friendship-</i></div>
<div>
<i>a river of love that courses through</i></div>
<div>
<i>the air, our skin, across distance and</i></div>
<div>
<i>time</i></div>
</div>
<div>
<i><br /></i></div>
<div>
<i>(May it never run dry)</i></div>
SHANNENhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14557640271553610044noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4513795665483915470.post-40370156374291722562013-03-24T23:13:00.000-07:002013-03-24T23:13:00.551-07:00An Imagined Fairytale (25/3/2013)I, Humpty Dumpty;<br />
You, picked up my pieces and<br />
fixed me back again.<br />
<br />
<i>(Submitted this for SMU The Blue and Gold Haiku competition)</i><br />
<br />
<br />SHANNENhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14557640271553610044noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4513795665483915470.post-83307105710757119752013-03-24T23:06:00.000-07:002013-03-24T23:06:49.911-07:00Journeys (8/3/2013)<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>Starting with one, it divides then multiply. </i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>More divisions and multiplications. </i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>They add and sit on the innocent ones, subtracting their presence. </i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>Add and subtract, add and subtract- till the old were gone and the new ravaged from within.</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>Anarchy.</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i><br /></i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>They wade in crimson red, scouring for more to be lost in their rampage.</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>They swell with hatred, binge and then explode, littering the cavities, tunnels and walls. </i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>Bullets of pain aim fire, and she is pinned onto the ground.</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>Invasion after invasion, her heart beats, drumming the rhythm of life, refusing to stop. </i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>Time and again, she stands up, a warrior at the battlefield, a sailor navigating the rough seas.</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>Undefeated.</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i><br /></i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>Faith is a compass that navigates even in damning darkness.</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>It is a sword that one wields, slaying all evil and protecting all good.</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>While fading, she twinkles the brightest and bravest to the deepest corners of the Universe.</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>All who crosses her path keeps a ray of her light, igniting and sustaining them for eternity.</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>A thousand golden hands shall once again embrace the soul that has fought her hardest.</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>Another night sets in, ready for many more sunrises.</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>Infinite.</i><br />
***<br />
A tribute to the late Mrs Lim Ah Boi.</div>
SHANNENhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14557640271553610044noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4513795665483915470.post-4532608471910574092013-01-19T03:31:00.000-08:002013-01-19T03:31:25.029-08:00What is love (19/1/2013)<br />
<div>
What is love if </div>
<div>
all I get are taps and arms around the shoulders</div>
<div>
yet can never get my basic biography right</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
What is love if</div>
<div>
there is no space to be with myself</div>
<div>
suffocates and over-protects</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
What is love if</div>
<div>
my understanding remains intellectual</div>
<div>
and I fumble when we gaze</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
What is love if</div>
<div>
it comes in a storm, hurricanes</div>
<div>
and leaves a wreck of thoughts behind</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
What is love if</div>
<div>
when rain falls at night</div>
<div>
I fall asleep in tears</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
dreaming of a phantom pair of hands</div>
<div>
holding myself together</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
only to wake up and never being able</div>
<div>
to see his face.</div>
SHANNENhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14557640271553610044noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4513795665483915470.post-47255972074949268292012-12-25T06:17:00.001-08:002013-01-19T03:31:15.051-08:00(Re)lapse (25/12/2012)<br />
blanketed in dust and darkness<br />
pixels and colours were cold winds<br />
that blew them all away<br />
<br />
shards glistened like stars<br />
saw his face in every fragment<br />
picked them up with her hands<br />
and they bled over his cheeks<br />
<br />
now flushed red and alive<br />
<br />
picked up another, yet another<br />
cut herself a little more<br />
reeling in the pleasure of pain<br />
of a lapse in time, then a relapse<br />
<br />
of memories...<br />
<br />
her heart and trembling hands<br />
could no longer withstand the loss<br />
they beckoned her eyes to weep<br />
<br />
every teardrop shattered<br />
the stars and images that were welling up<br />
slid into the fresh and burning scars<br />
stitched the soul within<br />
<br />
and he was buried deeper in dust and darkness.SHANNENhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14557640271553610044noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4513795665483915470.post-16169664284658918052012-11-28T01:47:00.003-08:002012-11-28T01:47:56.733-08:00Bloom (10/10/2012)In the brown still waters<br />
where no sunlight passes through<br />
a lotus flower blooms brilliantly<br />
against them all.SHANNENhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14557640271553610044noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4513795665483915470.post-18327256863638865962012-11-28T01:47:00.002-08:002012-11-28T01:57:26.513-08:00Lament (8/10/2012)<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 19px;">
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“Life is short”</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">a one in too many has said</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">again-</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">(and we make a kill for it)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 19px;">
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 19px;">
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Losing ourselves in so many moments</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">we stop once in a while</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">rummaging, searching</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">(where did they go?)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 19px;">
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 19px;">
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">To the burdens we add that</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">weigh ourselves onto the ground</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">to the numbers, facts and figures</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">the things and the great expectations-</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">(stability)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 19px;">
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 19px;">
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">the very things that kill us all</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">in a life that is already short</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">(and we ask, “where did they go?”)</span></div>
<br />SHANNENhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14557640271553610044noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4513795665483915470.post-35858472876972657932012-11-28T01:47:00.001-08:002012-11-28T03:21:19.866-08:00Waves of the past (8/9/2012)When memories from long ago<br />
long long ago<br />
ebbs back into consciousness<br />
in the lens of the present self<br />
they only serve as aches<br />
<br />
When aches gather<br />
the heart grows heavy and weary<br />
every step is a journey<br />
that never seem to end<br />
<br />
Swimming across the earth<br />
beckoning the sun to cleanse all sins<br />
when eyes close<br />
they swim back to us<br />
and never leave...SHANNENhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14557640271553610044noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4513795665483915470.post-46721200448075711642012-11-28T01:47:00.000-08:002012-11-28T01:54:30.778-08:00Exploration #44/part 5 (July 2012)<br />
<h3>
The Big Push</h3>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
He was idling by
the sea</div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
his entire weight
pressed<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
on the miniscule
particles of sand<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
and it is the big
push downwards<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
that coerces sand
into hardy glass<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
He ran towards the
sea<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
he swam and his
legs became cramped<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
it was the big
push of the waves<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
towards the jaws
of death<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
that coerced him
to fight for his life<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
Now he was on the
sands once more<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
and
it is the big push of his lungs<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
that coerced him a
breath of air<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
and another, and
another<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
It was the big
push of inspiration<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
that coerced him
back home<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
and pen the day
into words.<span style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
SHANNENhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14557640271553610044noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4513795665483915470.post-15287863589121856362012-11-28T01:45:00.001-08:002012-11-28T03:19:46.818-08:00Exploration #44/part 4 (July 2012)<br />
<h3>
Alphabet Soup</h3>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
my mum m<b>A</b>de soup for me today</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
"the <b>B</b>est you
ever had", she <b>C</b>laime<b>D</b><o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
th<b>E</b>re were lots o<b>F</b>
letters swimmin<b>G</b> around<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
in t<b>H</b>e bowl <b>I</b>t
made me dizzy<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
I had to reach for that <b>J</b>ar of <b>K</b>isses from my secret <b>L</b>ove<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
to <b>M</b>ake everythi<b>N</b>g
all <b>O</b>kay<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
she added <b>P</b>epper
and i <b>Q</b>uickly sneezed<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
d<b>R</b>ipping <b>S</b>ubs<b>T</b>ances
into my so<b>U</b>p<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
which <b>V</b>aried the
taste <b>W</b>ithout me realising it<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
until the si<b>X</b>th
spoonful-<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
I then spat out
spitefull<b>Y</b> and screamed "gee<b>Z</b>!!!"<span style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
SHANNENhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14557640271553610044noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4513795665483915470.post-90753841365452629662012-11-28T01:40:00.001-08:002012-11-28T01:57:56.630-08:00Exploration #44/part 3 (July 2012)<h3>
Seven Gothic Tales</h3>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<b>I. A riot of
colours</b><o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
His hair was a
shock of violet<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
decked in an
indigo-coloured shirt<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
his veins were
blue and coarse<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
He was lying
motionless on the green grass<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
foaming with
yellow<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
against the orange
sky<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
red was everywhere<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
The forest ahead
was<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
turning black with
darkness<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
and the pure white
doves- they flew away<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
(away, away, away)<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<b>II. She</b><o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
She woke up to the
sound of silence<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
sunlight was
peeping through the stained-glass windows<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
the pile of dust
rose from the dead and twirled towards light<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
but her eyes
remained tightly shut.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
</div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
She woke up to the
sound of hunger<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
the searing heat
burning her skin<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
the pile of dust
twirled and scattered with great force<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
but still her eyes
remained tightly shut.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
She woke up to the
sound of the owls and crickets</div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
the cool moonbeams
kissing her pale face<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
the pile of dust
began to settle down and rest<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
and her eyes that
remained tightly shut<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
began to open...</div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<b>III.
Sleepwalking</b><o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
I saw him only
once<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
his silhouette against<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
the silver moon<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
He was on the
plains ahead<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
sitting on top of
a horse<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
wielding and
waving his sword<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
towards me<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
(Come, he
gestured)<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
I started walking
forward<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
and forward<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
there was a desire
I could not resist<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
and so I ran<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
(Run to me, he
gestured)<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
With a loud crack
I was jolted awake<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
only to find
myself<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
stepping on a pile
of bones and a sword<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
dripping red<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
with confusion.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
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<b>IV. Dreams of
the walking dead</b><o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
They were walking<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
across graves<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
to the towns<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
into the shops and
houses<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
They felt no
sadness<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
no blinding anger<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
much less
happiness;<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
only hunger<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
Occasionally<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
they would close
their eyes<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
and dream of pain<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
and heartbeats<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
Nothing would
satiate<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
their eternal
hunger<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
more than the
fulfilment<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
of truly living
again.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
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<b>V. Delusions</b><o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
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She began to sing
the lullaby<o:p></o:p></div>
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in a minor key and
chuckled at her ingenuity<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
(He held her
tighter in her arms)<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
She looked into
the sockets<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
and smiled back
sweetly<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
(he looked right
back at her and gave a heartbreaking smile)<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
</div>
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She kissed the
bones to sleep<o:p></o:p></div>
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and said
"Good night, good night"<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
("good
night", he said)<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
"I'm with you
always"<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
(and his silence
meant consent)<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
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<b>VI. Apparitions</b><o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
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Vampires were
dancing in the sun<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
they were
glittering like diamonds<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
Monsters frolicked
in the pool<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
they were big and
proud<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
White figures
leaped in the air</div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
they ran like the
wind<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
And in a blink<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
the room was dark
once more.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
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<b>VII. The End</b><o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
It was a bright
and sunny day<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
the world was full
of colours<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
left behind by the
boy who a riot of colours<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
Today began<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
with another boy
who was preparing<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
for the same end<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
at the far end of
the rainbow that arched across the sky<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
He longed for the
girl who would never again awake<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
a life cut short
by a man on the horse against the silver moon<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
He was the dream of
the dead: of pain and endless heartbeats<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
he was sick of the
girl in that house who talked and kissed bones<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
and his
apparitions became his only joy and sign of life<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
and so he watched
the pure white doves fly away<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
the forest turn
black<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
red was everywhere
and against the orange sky<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
the foams were
yellow<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
as he laid on the
green grass<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
veins turned blue
and coarse<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
and he was decked
in an indigo-coloured shirt<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
his hair a shock
of purple<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;">
and he was
away,away,away...<span style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />SHANNENhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14557640271553610044noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4513795665483915470.post-83993124176828260362012-11-28T01:40:00.000-08:002012-11-28T03:15:48.530-08:00Exploration #44/part 2 (July 2012)<br />
<h3>
No Time to Cry</h3>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
She was writhing</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
at the glare of her own light<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
and in the blindness<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
tears tried to douse the fire<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
she could not control<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
At daylight<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
all colours were lost<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
shapes and lines disappeared<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
she was already in the tunnel<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
where was the end?<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
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Shadows followed her everywhere<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
they plastered their hands on her eyes<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
fumbling, falling<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
so with stained tears she<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
mapped the ground for her way out<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
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Till a hand sat softly on her head<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
holding back her tears he whispered to her heart:<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
"it's okay..."<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
When he put the flames back into her eyes<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
her heart and her soul<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
they both could see the end<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
it was still far, she thought.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
Apparently not, he thought.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
There was no more time to cry<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
a step closer was eventually a step further<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
from each other<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
so he clasped her hands<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
and the tears that would threaten to fall<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
When the end was near he could not<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
speak anymore (would not speak)<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
when they walked out of the tunnel<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
he disappeared.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
There was no time to cry.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
No more hands to catch those tears<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
or even hold them back<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
there were no imprints of his palm<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
resting on her hair<o:p></o:p></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
only the warmth in her memory...<br />
<br />
The sun was out for good.</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
<br /></div>
SHANNENhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14557640271553610044noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4513795665483915470.post-58935475204134524082012-11-28T01:36:00.002-08:002012-11-28T02:47:48.421-08:00Exploration #44/part 1 (July 2012)The following series of poems with the seemingly random titles stem from this particular exploration task I decided to try out after El gave me this book: <i>How To Be an Explorer of the World- portable life museum </i>by Keri Smith. Just thought I would try it out for fun!<br />
<br />
(p.s: thanks el for that interesting book! I really liked it!:D)<br />
<br />
<h3 style="text-align: center;">
<u>EXPLORATION #44</u><br />...ALTERNATE: CREATE POEMS<br />BASED ON THE TITLE OF BOOKS</h3>
<div style="text-align: center;">
The 5 titles of books that I came across at the Serangoon Public Library:</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
1. Beethoven was one-sixteenth black and other stories by Nadine Gordimer</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
2.No Time to Cry by Lurlene McDaniel</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
3. Seven Gothic Tales by Isak Dinesen</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
4. Alphabet Soup by Johnson Tammy</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
5. The Big Push by Erika Wittekind</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
***</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<h3>
<b>Beethoven was one-sixteenth black</b></h3>
<div>
She said</div>
<div>
"once upon a time</div>
<div>
blacks wanted to be white</div>
<div>
and now</div>
<div>
whites want to be black</div>
<div>
it's the same secret"</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
We yearn to be</div>
<div>
the people we are not</div>
<div>
live the life we have never lived</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
"Beethoven was one-sixteenth black"</div>
<div>
so the radio announced</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
If he knew what jazz was like</div>
<div>
would he be all fired up</div>
<div>
angry even</div>
<div>
because he was one-sixteenth black</div>
<div>
and never got to live with jazz?</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<i>I was born in the wrong time-</i></div>
<div>
was there ever a right time for</div>
<div>
existence and</div>
<div>
non-existence?</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Is being one-sixteenth black</div>
<div>
the key to deafness and thus</div>
<div>
greatness?</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
We yearn to be</div>
<div>
the people we are not</div>
<div>
live the life we have never lived.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
"It's the same secret."</div>
SHANNENhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14557640271553610044noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4513795665483915470.post-53808700280590438002012-11-28T01:27:00.002-08:002012-11-28T01:27:12.956-08:00The Korea Diary (June 2012)<h3 style="text-align: center;">
DAY 0 (on the plane): </h3>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>And so, my dreams </i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>are about to take flight</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i><br /></i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i> With a push and a roar </i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>I'll get to ride on clouds</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i><br /></i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i> The heart wants to jump out </i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>on no. 9 </i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i><br /></i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<i> (can't wait)
</i></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">
DAY 1 (HELLO KOREA):</h3>
<div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
</div>
<div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<em>Is this too good to be true?</em></div>
</div>
<div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<em>Fairytales and imagination</em></div>
</div>
<div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<em>do own a dimension of their own</em></div>
</div>
<div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<em>here</em></div>
</div>
<div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
</div>
<div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<em>My poetry has only</em></div>
</div>
<div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<em>begun taking shape</em></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<em><br /></em>
</div>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">
DAY 2 (CAFES GALORE!):</h3>
<div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<em>In a picturesque scene</em></div>
</div>
<div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<em>adorned with utopias of coffee and art</em></div>
</div>
<div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<em>warm words flowed</em></div>
</div>
<div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
</div>
<div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<em>And so</em></div>
</div>
<div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<em>lanterns lit up</em></div>
</div>
<div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<em>street lights were aglow</em></div>
</div>
<div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
</div>
<div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<em>I am only a speck of light</em></div>
</div>
<div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<em>but in the dark and cold of night</em></div>
</div>
<div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<em>a speck is</em></div>
</div>
<div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<em>a warm star in space</em></div>
</div>
<div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<em>a priceless jewel in the vast emptiness.</em></div>
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<em><br /></em></div>
</div>
<div>
<h3 style="text-align: center;">
DAY 3 (SEOUL ZOO!):</h3>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<i>We are afraid</i></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<i> of falling</i></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<i> from dizzying heights</i></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<i> of limits</i></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<i> defined by others</i></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<i><br /></i></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<i> Yet when we are</i></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<i> set free we</i></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<i> realise that an</i></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<i> endless flat land is not</i></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<i> that good a path to keep treading on</i></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<i> for the rest of our lives.</i></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<i><br /></i></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<i> We are one</i></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<i> we live and breathe under</i></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<i> the same sky</i></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<i><br /></i></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<i> Yet when we were</i></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<i> once free we</i></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<i> we</i></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<i> decided that they should be here</i></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<i> and we</i></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<i> we</i></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<i> should be there</i></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<i><br /></i></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<i> On a road</i></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<i> in an enclosed area</i></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<i> I learnt about the</i></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<i> growing vastness of the world.</i><br />
<br />
<h3 style="text-align: center;">
DAY 4 (ROAD TRIP DAY 1- CHUNCHEON):</h3>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<em>Blessings</em></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<em>they come in fierce gasps for air</em></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<em>hurried steps</em></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<em><br /></em></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<em>A closed door becomes a</em></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<em>silent cringe of another</em></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<em>door opening</em></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<em>The chill that cuts through bones sets</em></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<em>new trails for warmth to</em></div>
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<em>set ablaze</em></div>
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<br /></div>
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<em>Chaos and collision of time creates</em></div>
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<em>music so sweet yet haunting it is</em></div>
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<em>incredibly beautiful</em></div>
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<em><br /></em></div>
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<em>Blessings</em></div>
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<em>they do come disguised and probably</em></div>
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<em>in threes</em><br />
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<h3>
DAY 5 (ROAD TRIP DAY 2- GANGNEUNG):</h3>
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<em>Mere stranger</em></div>
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<em> the warmth you possess and offer</em></div>
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<em> it moves me<br /> and it moves even the sun to</em></div>
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<em> melt into an array of colours;</em></div>
<div style="text-align: start;">
<em><br /></em></div>
<div style="text-align: start;">
<em> the colours of your heart.</em></div>
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<em><br /></em></div>
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<em> Crashing waves</em></div>
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<em> you are a two-note lullaby of an ebb and a flow</em></div>
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<em> it rocks me</em></div>
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<em> and it even rocks the sky and</em></div>
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<em> the world to a state of bliss and calm;</em></div>
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<em><br /></em></div>
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<em> the only endless reptition we never get tired of.</em></div>
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<em> (I slept well that night)</em><br />
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DAY 6 (ROAD TRIP DAY 3- PYEONGCHANG/GANGNEUNG):</h3>
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<em>Fog and wool</em></div>
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<em>sands and beer</em></div>
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<em>raincoats and hats</em></div>
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<em>dancing feet and freezing cold</em></div>
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<br /></div>
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<em>It was a warm and icy day.</em><br />
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<em><br /></em></div>
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<h3>
DAY 7 (LONG JOURNEY BACK TO SEOUL):</h3>
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<em>By the window</em></div>
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<em>in my seat</em></div>
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<em>The world keeps</em></div>
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<em>growing outside</em></div>
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<br /></div>
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<em>They come in</em></div>
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<em>curves, slopes, seas</em></div>
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<em>deep green and</em></div>
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<em>light blue along with dots of other colours.</em></div>
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<br /></div>
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<em>By the window</em></div>
<div align="center">
<em>in my seat</em></div>
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<em>we happily exchanged</em></div>
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<em>our hearts in flowing conversations</em></div>
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<br /></div>
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<em>The waters are</em></div>
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<em>still and clear</em></div>
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<em>they are like</em></div>
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<em>mirrors reflecting their surroundings.</em></div>
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<br /></div>
<div align="center">
<em>By the window</em></div>
<div align="center">
<em>in my seat</em></div>
<div align="center">
<em>we are still</em></div>
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<em>and we reflect on each other's thoughts and feelings;</em></div>
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<br /></div>
<div align="center">
<em>By the window</em></div>
<div align="center">
<em>in my seat</em></div>
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<em>with lovely company (and scenery)</em></div>
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<em>no ride or journey is ever too dreary.</em><br />
<em><br /></em>
<br />
<h3 align="center">
DAY 9 (HONGDAE):</h3>
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<em>Creativity that bursts through</em></div>
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<em> the roofs, the doors, the furniture</em></div>
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<em> crafted on clothes and accessories</em></div>
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<br /></div>
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<em> I breathe it everywhere on the streets.</em></div>
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<br /></div>
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<em> When it is a part of air</em></div>
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<em> of the essentials of the world</em></div>
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<em> I am recharged</em></div>
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<em> and am proud to proclaim that</em></div>
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<br /></div>
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<em> there is hope in this world after all.</em><br />
<br />
<h3 align="center">
DAY 10 (DAEJIN, INSADONG AND GANGNAM STATION):</h3>
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<i>Broken castle</i></div>
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<i>a stuck wheel</i></div>
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<i>Sword with snake</i></div>
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<i>a long maze</i></div>
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<i><br /></i></div>
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<i>If only I can carve out</i></div>
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<i>my scars, the deep ridges</i></div>
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<i>that have formed in me</i></div>
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<i><br /></i></div>
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<i>There must be a way</i></div>
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<i>to set my ruins on fire</i></div>
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<i>to burn the old bridges</i></div>
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<i>and blaze the grounds</i></div>
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<i>for new seeds to grow</i></div>
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<i><br /></i></div>
<div align="center">
<i>There must be</i></div>
<div align="center">
<i>no turning back.</i><br />
<br />
<h3 align="center">
DAY 11 (E-MART AND SLEEPLESS LAST NIGHT):</h3>
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<em> As night sails away</em></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<em> I watched the birth of</em></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<em> a new day</em></div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<em> Yesterday, today</em></div>
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<em> tomorrow</em></div>
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<em> there is no word to describe</em></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<em> the simultaneity of all</em></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<em> time and space</em></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<em> Time moves</em></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<em> before this life</em></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<em> (and after this too)</em></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<em> A journey thus may come to</em></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<em> an end</em></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<em> but at this point it is also</em></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<em> a new beginning.</em></div>
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</div>
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SHANNENhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14557640271553610044noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4513795665483915470.post-70544047842742229312012-11-28T01:24:00.000-08:002012-11-28T02:01:27.633-08:00Believe (18/2/2012)<span><span style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">I do not care</span><br style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"> if my dreams are deemed as</span><br style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"> clouds</span><br style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">stardust</span><br style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"> sandcastles on air</span><br style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /><br style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">It does not matter </span><br style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"> if all I see of others' dreams are</span><br style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"> roses</span><br style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"> sunlight</span><br style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"> fields of hope</span><br style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /><br style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">Rose-tinted lens?</span><br style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">But I see them all</span><br style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">with my</span><br style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"> heart</span><br style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /><br style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">I ask that the sun within</span><br style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"> shines</span><br style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">so brightly</span><br style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"> it bursts through me</span><br style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">all my clouds</span><br style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">stardusts</span><br style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"> sandcastles on air</span><br style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /><br style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">Believe in me</span><br style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">as I believe in you;</span><br style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /><br style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">believe in mine</span><br style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /><br style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;" /><span style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">as I believe in yours.</span></span>SHANNENhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14557640271553610044noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4513795665483915470.post-22239002749213075292011-12-23T01:34:00.000-08:002012-11-28T01:26:23.546-08:00Happiness is not that hard after all (1/3/2011)Infectious laughter<br />
moon-shaped smiles<br />
bubbles of joy<br />
fill the being<br />
<br />
Heartfelt talks<br />
little confessions<br />
tug at heartstrings<br />
open the heart<br />
<br />
Glances,stares<br />
little windows<br />
beyond the glass<br />
beauty lies within<br />
<br />
Warm sunshine<br />
little dreams<br />
put them together<br />
they do embrace<br />
<br />
Finding joy<br />
daily happiness<br />
is not as<br />
hard after all<br />
<br />
***<br />
(p.s: the date is correct because I only found this after I have compiled the rest =/ everything else is in chronological order though!)SHANNENhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14557640271553610044noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4513795665483915470.post-62856735482263910022011-12-23T00:32:00.000-08:002011-12-23T00:34:52.571-08:00Realm of impossibilities (16/12/2011)In the realm of impossibilities,the sun shines down.<br />The hair turns as red as her face.<br />Many snapshots.<br />Together.<br /><br />In the realm of impossibilities, the sands are as real as they get.<br />The eyes reflect the gold of the dust on her arms.<br />Felt warmth.<br />Together.<br /><br />In the realm of impossibilities, the trees sway to the rhythm of the winds.<br />The cheeks curved up alongside the corners of her mouth.<br />Smiling, grinning.<br />Together.<br /><br />In the realm of impossibilities, the face was blurred and forgotten.<br />The heart embraced her soul.<br />Lost, found.<br />Together.SHANNENhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14557640271553610044noreply@blogger.com0