Bliss

Smiles are more in wake than dreams,
Nightmare occurs every night,
Hidden anxiety I could not find,
Yet morning is filled with bliss,
Flashes of recent memories,
Lifelong dreams finally came true,
Humourous bonds are formed,
Faces I could not forget,
Adoration and love,
Come what may,
What the future holds,
I smile when I drive,
I smile when I walk,
I smile when I am alone,
Waking up is better than sleeping,
For I know now,
I am at bliss...

Blue Sky Awaits

Stuck in the mist you may be,
Darkness or white plain surrounds,
Frusfrated and lost,
Feels like rotting there,
And stoned for eternal years,
It all never seems to end..

Blue sky always awaits,
With its spring blossom,
And summer berries,
The tease of its gentle breeze,
If you keep searching..

How could one see such wonders,
When all is monotonous,
As they may ask,
Believe,
Faith,
Even if you are not sure if it will happen,
Believe it will,
You will see your beautiful plain,
Heavens are kind,
I promise..


*dedicated to Jelyn W., with love*

Vanishing

Everyone has a ticking clock,
With three arrows going clockwise,
Seconds are like happiness,
Ticks off very fast,
Minutes are like present,
Steady and awaits,
Hours are like the haunting past,
Every minute and second,
Once the clock stops,
It is just silence...

I fear not of my clock stop,
But I fear for others,
As years gather,
My world is slowly vanishing,
People,
Things,
Memory,
Friendship,
Love and sorrow,
The scope is getting narrower,
Kaleidoscope is dimmer..

Dancers of the Dark

Guitar strikes it first chord,
Notes that sends the shiver of delight,
Leaves a perfect resonance in the air,
Embracing all the bewildered eyes,
The anticipation for the butoh dancer,
Left or right,
Upstage or backstage,
No one knows where she or he will come out..

She descends motionless to the stage,
Gliding like a ghost,
Her back facing all eyes,
Sparkling gown strewn with diamonds,
Worn the other way,
White feathery wig,
Swaying with each step,
Soft white fabric sweeps the floor,
White ribbons dangles from the waist,
Hugging a bunch of fresh lilies..

Psychidelic music heightens,
As she stretch her right arm out,
Diamonds decorates the back of the palm,
How it twinkles underneath the lights,
A surreal feeling,
As if meeting the beautiful creature,
From the faerie world,
Skin painted in white..

She took a slow turn,
As if the world has stop time,
All the gasp and flashes,
A white face with no expression,
Sparkles occasionally from ornaments,
Eyes partially closed,
His white chest bares,
How petite and beautiful are those hands,
Every part of the body,
Every single cells,
Controlled moves and twist,
Not any ordinary dancer could perform...

Point blank emotion on the face,
A morbid fascination,
Eerie yet so beautiful,
The butoh bride...

Filthy Heart

Pluck out that shrinking heart,
Smaller than the pea,
Filled with much filth,
Enough to banish the world,
Made the eyes burn,
With jealousy in all it saw,
Fill the brain with false consciousness..

Scrub it with all one's might,
The stubborn slime keep building,
Even the freshest skin will rot,
With such disgusting secretion,
Stab it with a knife,
Even the sturdy metal cracks,

Throw it to the Sun God,
Dry and warm,
Ashes, transform it not,
But to a heart of gold,
Then only should it return,
To that empty body again...

So Bored!!!

So bored so bored so bored so bored...even all these I used to fancy cant seem to excite me...

Bored of piano
Bored of violin
Bored of watching drama
Bored of my own birthday
Bored of any occassions
Bored of drinking
Bored of catching a fine delicious meal after a busy day while people watching
Bored of strolling in the mall
Bored of karaoke
Bored of standing backstage under the dark
Bored of the hall lights that seeps my energy away
Bored of asking students to keep quiet
Bored of making sure students are on cue
Bored of asking students to practise when all you can see is 'fooling around’ acts
Bored of my having to work at night
Bored of touching anything art
Bored of cooking
Bored of eating, when eating for the sake of filling the crying stomach
Bored of working on Saturday
Bored of driving around town for fun
Bored of getting lost for fun to find new places
Bored of getting bored
Bored of hormone blues
Bored of waking up to another day which is the same
Bored of talking
Bored of motivating lesson into uninterested students
Bored of Restaurant City
Bored of Pet Society
Bored of going online
Bored of eating dinner on my own and rushing off to work within a short time frame
Bored of non stop events
Bored of being so tired everyday
Bored of only having two hours for myself everyday when that pathetic hour is just housekeeping stuff
Bored of imagined world to keep me warm
Bored of being isolated in a task and ignorant of information
Bored of disorganized management
Bored of last minute stuff
Bored trying to please people
Bored of being emotionless on everything
Bored of expressionless
Bored of working
Bored of feeling restless when the rest time finally comes
Bored of being not confident
Bored of being Ice Queen
Bored of unrequitted love
Bored of not having a crush for a while
Bored of being so busy all the time
Bored of dramas in life
Bored of waiting
Bored of my suspicious mind
Bored of being so independent
Bored of my hairstyle
Bored of endless events


Name me something I can look forward to, something that would give me an adrenaline rush

Autumn Returns Again

Summer play has ended,
Scorching humid air has cool down,
So do people...
Warmth between has disappear,
Chain links has unloosen,
Summer love, summer fun,
Used to be interconnected,
Now starts to move away,
Some towards new direction,
Some repels without knowing why,
Others remain to watch the falling leaves,

Gold, brown and red,
As the books always describe,
Mine is blue, white and grey,
Another autumn has returned,
Another uncanny...