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OtanJoubi oMedETou ^^

2009-09-17T01:03:00.000+08:00

this poem was requested by fatin
she asked me for a poem a long time ago
but i didn't manage to give her one before
but no worries!!
here's one speciall for you!!~

"enlightened from the mist,
facing up high to the welkin,
prepared with the least,
at least to begin,

rooted by the ground,
growing by the leaf,
bloom for the miss,
grow for the live,

scansion by the reef,
clear within the mist,
coral with compassion,
glow into obsession,

this is from me,
to you
HAPPY BIRTHDAY,FATIN"

or should i say
happy belated birthday..
sorry i could not post earlier
my broadband was with my aunt
(>0<)/"

the seed

2009-08-21T21:24:00.002+08:00

this is another poem that i made
and..
i kind of..
not satisfied a little bit
but
never mind
just wrinting in~~

"the pain is mine,
to give and to feel,
the pain i give stupidly in peel,
mesmorize everything,
craving grave for instance,
leaping to be freed,

stupid, fool and many,
cannot be relesed,
for the one that truly,
never unless ease,

in road i feel,
hoping for somebody,
quickly it wilt,
for never i will,
as pain grew i grew,
changes everything,
shaking in within.."

this poem was
originally inside my diary
i'm not used to write any poem
inside my diary
so i rewrite it and
put it here!!
hope you like it..

NO MORE

2009-08-21T21:03:00.002+08:00

i was kinda
puttin' myself in hiatus mode
for a while...
since my school been closed
for a week..
of course..
H1N1
but i manage to do some
other creative stuffs
like my drawings are getting better
each time..
and that was a total releif..

and..
this is my new hand-made poem
please enjoy it deeply
^^

sailing on the abandoned ship
skeletons all around
no more pain in the ass to scold
only skirls as a hold
and i slowly became
what is around
cursed by the look
mastered by the fruit

the tawny ship slowly putrescent
wearing taupe sleeve
plastered with faulty weeds
no concoct as a guide
only conciseness without concinnity
the dark veil became the cover
never to show what's beyond

the day was covered by smog
the night was wearing evil coat
along the path shall it move
carrying liquor and gold
but wahat will the body use to hold
adding the pain without the gain

this poem was made when i am
immersed in emotional
remembering the character "jack"
in One Piece..
he's a skeleton..
a MOVING, once DEAD..
but still alive
coz he ate the devil fruit
that gave him another life

it's intresting
the story..
it's intresting
you know..
in other stories..
the bad guys always search for the
so called power that enables them
to live a longer life or another life
and when they do get it
their looks doesnt change
but in One Piece
it's not the bad guys who got the power
but the good guy gets to eat it
accidently
but, his looks change
aven though he had another life
he became a skeleton
coz he once dead..
haha~ ^^

bLacK sHeeP

2009-07-10T23:14:00.002+08:00

i am the sheep
the only reason with the rest
but the colour is what
makes all the obvious
even the dog is considered as one
but the black was shown never

the last one to return
always got the cold
knowing nothing
maybe that's the why

the black got many
and so thought of the one
craving for the sheppard
but the dog gets the scrub

the hard below shall move
around the field,still
giving what is can
leaving all till scraps
as long as the eyes
always shows an "n"

i juz thought bout this poem
but somehow..
it feels weird,,,......

scribble of yin n yang

2009-07-10T13:55:00.003+08:00

the fun shall continue!!!!!~
ne~
niji-chan,,
here's my second
specially made 2 reply yours....

the first scribble of yours
always craved in the heart
we are both demean
in our own waves
but the Pacific and Atlantic
still creates the ocean

the cordial isn't home
still, the knit goes niftly
completing one end to end
very most likely the yin and yang
swaying gracefully in the pond
surrounded by the dell

and the nature plays its magic
getting the two rode each brougham
putting a niche for the star and moon
the clavicord is played
never to putricent
giving birth to reluge

o' hear my endearment!
moneyed with folded pieces
that shall form a rose
in the beast's throne
till the beauty came
that shall turn to the same

endeavour, endeavour!!
along the path...

wahhh..
i juz realise..
the poem's oh so loooooooooong!!!~
nv~
still..
enjoy it!!

SHE, for she is

2009-07-06T18:01:00.000+08:00

this is my reply poem
to my special someone
as a gratitude for
the lovely gift and thoughts
for me..

"do you wonna be my friend?"
a song humming
inside the house..
for us,
the saying goes in action
on a thin, flat sheet

the chandelier is right upon
the dance hall is set to right
the brush is there
with illustrous seven lights

for you is the nymph
that awaits for dragonfly
touring the ponds awhole
no wings to fly
for the reed has not yet to reach
hoping to dart
with gauzy wings

the foot never realise
but the sole is always
cautious on paddock
as the wind blew North
the seed is spread

there always is, the honey
in each and every hive
but beware!
for still, there were the army

for every guards
stood the water
priceless, beyond the pale
and i know
i MUST get it!
i CAN get it!
and i GOT it
leaving the "U" sign
eternally in the eyes...

THINKING IT WON'T

2009-07-03T10:38:00.000+08:00

this is my second poem that i just made

i saw the pauper,
picking up the papers,
i saw the ol' mistress,
counting the beds,
i saw those pests,
munching the crumbs,
a thought lingering the house,
never the near,
nor was it?
the sword is always on the move,
and the round is always a round,
never to mention a squeek,
but the shadow keeps the creep,
while rainbows muscatel with colours,
the chest is facing the upcoming,
while the heart is still pounding,
walls and layered by army,
the greatest root of all,
feeling peace and the sun,
forward, leaving the crumb,
and now the mould is creeping,
full of troy filled with surprise,
what would the throne be made?
what shall be the carpenter?
where should the king stand high?
the white is near,
but the black is there,
and the piece will continue,
for there is the knight, the king,
and the queen....

to my special someone,
i hope that you'll give u most sincere comment on this one.
sorry it took so long.

What Is There In Me?

2009-07-03T10:18:00.000+08:00

please enjoy my first made poem

i'm always striving to get it,
even one pulse is greater than the universe,
i know i'm not enough,
i know i'm not yet,
what is there to do to get the gold of you?

i'm always the eye,
but not the light,
while you is the sun,
that is the start,
what is there in me to get the shine of you?

the owl is crying,
hoping for the moon,
but the sky is there, still
surrounding the moon,
what is there to do to replace the gloom?

the cricket is singing,
but the flowers didn't bloom,
the louder the singing,
the faster it booms

and thus the dandelion flew,
hoping to get anew,
but the green never blue,
and the bud shall grew..

this poem was actually made
for someone very special
that i deeply love
and ...

i don't know..
whatever it is..
please don't think i'm weird