Lol, my attempt at writing a poem about the environment for my Introduction to Sociology class a few months ago.
Lilies bloom,
in the gloom,
of a dirty river.
The morning breeze,
blowing hard,
makes you shiver.
The warming rays
of the sun,
shining bright,
life's giver.
Beautiful to behold,
a sight to see,
tress and flowers fringe the river.
Question is;
do we care
about nature,
even just a sliver?
Thursday, July 25, 2013
Thursday, July 18, 2013
"Let them know."
As we walked side by side, I felt a strange calmness wash over me. It was as though the whole scene was telling me that we fit, that this is the way it's supposed to be.
I smiled a small smile. Maybe it was.
Your left hand suddenly reaches for my right, trying to intertwine your fingers with mine. I struggle for a moment, panicking at your bold move. I turn to look at you, probing your reaction.
What are you doing? My face seemed to ask, shock clearly registered upon it.You smiled with contentment. Happy. It occurred to me that your hand was so soft.
"Let them know that you are the reason I called off the engagement," you said.
I smiled a small smile. Maybe it was.
Your left hand suddenly reaches for my right, trying to intertwine your fingers with mine. I struggle for a moment, panicking at your bold move. I turn to look at you, probing your reaction.
What are you doing? My face seemed to ask, shock clearly registered upon it.You smiled with contentment. Happy. It occurred to me that your hand was so soft.
"Let them know that you are the reason I called off the engagement," you said.
Thursday, June 27, 2013
Tell Me
Tell me if you ever cared,
if a single thought
for me was spared.
Tell me when you lie in bed,
do you think of something
I once said.
Tell me if you hurt at all,
when someone says
my name with yours.
It may have been so long ago,
but I would give
the world to know.
if a single thought
for me was spared.
Tell me when you lie in bed,
do you think of something
I once said.
Tell me if you hurt at all,
when someone says
my name with yours.
It may have been so long ago,
but I would give
the world to know.
-Lang Leav
Saturday, June 22, 2013
Sea of Strangers
In a sea of strangers you've longed to know me,
your life spent sailing to my shores;
the arms that yearn to someday hold me,
will ache beneath the heavy oars.
Please take your time and take it slowly,
as all you do will run its course;
and nothing else can take what only,
was always meant as solely yours.
-Lang Leav
Tuesday, June 18, 2013
Slumped Shoulders
The worst is over. And it turned out better than I expected. The next step is to move forward. I really wished you'd take the initiative to start the process. At least it would show me that I'm not the desperate one. The fact is, this whole situation is nerve-wrecking for me. I hope to God that I don't screw it up and that you won't be an uncooperative prick. Work with me here.
Final exam results are out and I have to say, I am deeply disappointed with my performance. Worried too much, and for what? The issue was long resolved. But thanks to you, I thought it wasn't and it killed me everyday. I just want you to be honest with me at all times. Lie to me once, no matter how small a lie, it will ruin your reputation in my eyes and you'd lose my respect forever. Don't waste your chances, boy.
Somehow I feel so broken inside. I try to put up a front that's 'together' but I'm guessing it's not exactly and Oscar-winning performance. So many elements add to the mix. You, college, liberty, my under-achievements, PMS, long holidays, weddings I have to attend every weekend, unproductiveness, procrastination, stacks of books I've bought but haven't had the time to read, everything, just everything.
Depression, depression, go away;
come again another day. Not.
Final exam results are out and I have to say, I am deeply disappointed with my performance. Worried too much, and for what? The issue was long resolved. But thanks to you, I thought it wasn't and it killed me everyday. I just want you to be honest with me at all times. Lie to me once, no matter how small a lie, it will ruin your reputation in my eyes and you'd lose my respect forever. Don't waste your chances, boy.
Somehow I feel so broken inside. I try to put up a front that's 'together' but I'm guessing it's not exactly and Oscar-winning performance. So many elements add to the mix. You, college, liberty, my under-achievements, PMS, long holidays, weddings I have to attend every weekend, unproductiveness, procrastination, stacks of books I've bought but haven't had the time to read, everything, just everything.
Depression, depression, go away;
come again another day. Not.
Saturday, June 8, 2013
Murmurs
His shoulders are broad,
Like his smile. I think maybe,
"This man could love me."
A blank check. So where do we go from here?
Like his smile. I think maybe,
"This man could love me."
A blank check. So where do we go from here?
Monday, May 27, 2013
The Twenty List
Situations choke you. They bog you down and shackle
you. They break your spirit and render you worthless.
The people around you tell you to stop believing
in your dreams. Dreams are hard. Belief is a tricky thing. I’ve always wondered
and marvelled at the people who stick to their beliefs so religiously, to
suffer in the process but in the end being able to live it out and bask in the
sweetness of it all.
If I ever get the chance, I would tell you that I hate
you from the bottom of my heart.
I hate you for:
- making me hope
- stealing glances
- running after me
- your friends who give me hope as well
- your cowardice
- your eyes
- making me doubt
- your inability to muster the courage to come talk to me
- acting awkward and abnormal around me
- not saying no
- making me cry myself to sleep
- still being stuck in your stupid predicament
- being adorable
- failing to be assertive
- your ability to vanish into thin air
- making me feel broken and empty
- not fighting for me hard enough
- being bold from a distance
- making me believe
- making me love you
If I could just grab you by the shoulders and
shake you until you woke up from your stupor. Maybe… it would have been better
if we never met? But miracles do happen, don't they?
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