I awoke with a start
Pain from a fresh cut
A wound never seen
A cry never heard
This blindness irks me
This darkness envelopes me
There is no salvation
No hope
The end is not perceived
Not this day
For day has become night
And darkness becomes blind
Armies to the North!
Show their might and terror
Armies to the South!
Show their strength and valour
Our army!
To the left
To the right
Seek fame and glory
Mistaken seem the cavalry
Dejected felt the pikemen
Lost were the archers
Dead all around the generals
Outflanked and outnumbered
For whom were they fighting for?
For the final power
That lay in the greatest hour
My reality
Is not that of wax
By Descartes reasoning
Not of knowledge on the external world
Highly unlike Stroud's denial
And Descartes lofty ideals
Created from thoughts
Not of physical matter
This reality of mine
Is not of sound reasoning
Neither of proper verification
Highly probable
But close to impossible
I need not to prove its existence
But to tell of a simple analogy
That of a photograph
Which brings back memories
But not the emotions
Unsettled by this?
You should not be
For this cannot be disproved
But neither can this be real
The shimmer of the white moon
Accentuates her every move
Under the dark corridor
Her motives were clear
Looking far across the archway
Her eyes flashed with thoughts
Of long before
With the clock striking the end
She sought her resting place
Amongst the shadow
Of the white midnight
Chants flowed from her lips
As her long fingers grasped the skull
The incantations grew with her fervour
Reaching high above the cavernous ceilings
Moving towards the bubbling cauldron
Her eyes with an afixed gaze
Not on the cauldron
But on the devil's symbol
Devil's symbol was its name
Gateway to the realm of the undead
Opening it seems the way
For her to gain her slave
Out of the portal he came
Straight and untamed
Impossible to ask from him
She seeked to destroy him
Sensing her deep hatred
He struck before her
Down she fell
And back to where he came
Approaching the dark alley
With a sinister smile upon his face
Gripping the short handle
Of the black blade
In the other end,
A bewildered lass
Of youth and beauty
Her face contorted in fear
As he advanced
With a deadly rythmn
Similar to that of hers
The murderous dance between two
The moonlight glint on the knife
Seemed to reflect the melancholy
Not of the mood of its owner
But the plight of its victim
In the corner he struck
Leaving a gaping wound
Not where he should
But right through his murderous thoughts
Mist of the desert
Flying grains of the hot sun
Eroding the rock
The afternoon flame
Burning of the air all round
Dozing in the heat
Afternoon has passed
Onward the dark night has come
Cold is the north wind
Black is the night sky
Coming are the dreams of new
Light of dawn rises
A midnight sonata
Of song and dance,
With the whistling of wind,
Leading the way
After a short ballad by the wind
Comes the high pitch sopranos
From the grass they hit high;
The mating cry of crickets
While the music of the night,
Goes on and on
The ballerinas sway back and forth;
These blades of grass are what they are
Not forgetting, the audiences
Of this strange sonata;
High up in their seats,
Are the owls of the night
To end this performance,
The curtains of this stage
Are nothing more befitting,
Than the first rays of dawn
Stroking of her long tresses
Sniffing her jasmine scented hair
Kissing her lovely nape
Excitement rushes through
As I feel her rise in heartbeat
With her proximity so close
Locked in lovers' embrace
With lips on one another
Leaving nothing to imagination
Her body beckons
Oh what I would do
To taste her forbidden fruit
Tell me to give in
To my lust that stems
Not from the dark recesses but from Him
I awoke with a start
Pain from a fresh cut
A wound never seen
A cry never heard
This blindness irks me
This darkness envelopes me
There is no salvation
No hope
The end is not perceived
Not this day
For day has become night
And darkness becomes blind
Slipping out into darkness
Flapping its silent wings
Across the moonless night
Straight for its prey
Black as the moor
Clammy like the fish
Swift as the wind
Dreaded like the vampires
Talons on the back
Biting deep into the flesh
Dark green eyes
Staring far and wide
Returning to its nest
Strangling its prey
Shoving the prey whole
Into the endless well of hunger
Looking down on the shackles
Bound tightly to my ankles
Listening to the endless cries of terror
Echoing up the stairwell of horror
Quietly awaiting for the guards
Dozing off into dreams
Wandering into the fields of green
Catching the summer's wind
Flying high among the endless skies
Rousing me from my sweet slumber
Beam of light across my face
Stepping up to the bars of my cage
Rattling his baton hard on metal
Unforgiving was the look he gave
Unlocking the cell
He advanced menacingly
I raised my arms in anticipation
Of the blow which never came
Bending down he released the shackles
Then motioned for me to stand
Grabbing m
Her flitting shadow crosses the courtyard
As I chased her playfully across the grass
Long flowing in the wind
Are the black tresses of her hair
Her pace quickens
Without a slowing breath
I reached for her arm
Turning her around
The moonlight played across her face
Like a shimmer from a lake
Her green eyes mirrored that of my image
Confident yet dependent
Her lips began to mouth a protest
As I embraced her without a care
Nothing, nothing, I knew would interrupt this moment
Of eruption and passion
Caressing her pale face
With my lacklustre hands
Continuing the embrace
Until the dawn breaks
A flash of light blinds my eyes
Was it real?
I did not sense that coming
No not then and not now
Peering over the picture a thousand times
Staring hard at her lovely face
And his loving expression
What have I done to incur her wrath
To be played not once but twice
Not as her knight in shining armour
But as a jester who entertains her every whim
Anger consumes me from within
Time and time again to be fooled
By the lass who seems to take pity
Fate will not be the master
Not this life at least
For I have slain her
And freed the strings on me
Stroking of her long tresses
Sniffing her jasmine scented hair
Kissing her lovely nape
Excitement rushes through
As I feel her rise in heartbeat
With her proximity so close
Locked in lovers' embrace
With lips on one another
Leaving nothing to imagination
Her body beckons
Oh what I would do
To taste her forbidden fruit
Tell me to give in
To my lust that stems
Not from the dark recesses but from Him
A midnight sonata
Of song and dance,
With the whistling of wind,
Leading the way
After a short ballad by the wind
Comes the high pitch sopranos
From the grass they hit high;
The mating cry of crickets
While the music of the night,
Goes on and on
The ballerinas sway back and forth;
These blades of grass are what they are
Not forgetting, the audiences
Of this strange sonata;
High up in their seats,
Are the owls of the night
To end this performance,
The curtains of this stage
Are nothing more befitting,
Than the first rays of dawn
She promised me a toy train once,
But I never got it.
She promised me a doll once,
And I didn't get it.
She promised me a brilliant smile,
But all I got were frowns.
She promised me tender loving care,
And all I got was a nanny.
She promised me a new jacket,
But she bought something else instead.
She promised me a handphone,
And got herself a handbag instead.
She promised me a holiday,
But she left me behind.
She promised me a trip to the zoo,
And was forgotten again.
She promised me a daddy,
But ended up crying herself to sleep.
She promised me a sister,
And wound up in the hospital.
Then one day, she had to go overseas
In War there is no symmetry by tetrarchangel, literature
Literature
In War there is no symmetry
*
She bursts forth from the trenches
Her bayoneted rifle firing bursts of death
She cannot be more than fourteen
But the war has come
It's time to kill or die.
*
A master general, studying the poetry
Of troop movements, and artillery strikes
Knows where to send his troops
So they can die for the cause
And be hailed as heroes, not murderers.
*
The pilot of this plane
is losing control, his Napalm payload
may or may not be hitting the 'Cong below
His mind (and his commander) shrieks "burn the trees!"
the trees are but ash.
*
In War, there is no symmetry,
no beautiful dance of life and death
no heroes or victors; all there
Armies to the North!
Show their might and terror
Armies to the South!
Show their strength and valour
Our army!
To the left
To the right
Seek fame and glory
Mistaken seem the cavalry
Dejected felt the pikemen
Lost were the archers
Dead all around the generals
Outflanked and outnumbered
For whom were they fighting for?
For the final power
That lay in the greatest hour
Current Residence: Singapore somewhere? Favourite genre of music: Rock and pop Favourite photographer: My dad Favourite style of art: 3D scenery Operating System: XP Tablet MP3 player of choice: V200 MuVo Shell of choice: ??? Wallpaper of choice: Final Fantasy VII: AC and Fast Cars Skin of choice: ??? Favourite cartoon character: Used to like mickey mouse Personal Quote: Impossible or improbable?
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strayshadow yea~ <- for criticising lol and Nobuhiro Watsuki
Yo ppl, yup I got tagged by 3 ppl : ~StrayShadow (https://www.deviantart.com/strayshadow), :iconangel90: and :iconlil-crying-emo-kid: I should have posted 18 stuff about myself but I guess I am too lazy to do so... :P
Rules: The 1st player of this "game" starts with the topic "6 weird habits/things about yourself" and people who got tagged needs to write a journal about their 6 weird habits/things as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says "you are tagged" in their devpage comments and tell them to read yours....
1. I like to scratch my head a lot... :?
2. I
I was tagged by ~StrayShadow (https://www.deviantart.com/strayshadow) and hence gotta fill in this qns:
1. Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, and find line 4.
"I told you already," the curator stammered, kneeling defenceless on the floor of the gallery. (Ah...the contraversial "The Da Vinci Code")
2. Stretch your left arm out as far as you can
My bed bannister.
3. What is the last thing you watched on TV?
A chinese serial drama about cops :P
4. Without looking, guess what time it is?
11.50pm
5. Now look at the clock. What is the actual time?
11.48pm
6. With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?
My fan and only my fan
7. When did you last ste
i was tagged by ~StrayShadow (https://www.deviantart.com/strayshadow) n hav 2 post 20 facts about yourself and then tag 5 more people (and no tag backs)
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1) Love mecha animes especially FMP TSR :stereo:
2) Is a uni undergrad majoring in life sciences
3) Writes poetry in my spare time... :meditate:
4) Is a saver not a spender
5) Favourite book is The Count of Monte Cristo (currently reading, has 1000+ pages in it) :)
6) Has known strayshadow for more than 8 years :hug:
7) Loves to read
8) Favourite manga is Samurai X
9) Checks my e-mail and snail mail daily
10) Loves confident women
11) Is a serious
Hihi thanks I snatched the avatar off some website Singaporean poets are definitely a rare species Maybe we should set up a club for Singaporean poets to post their stuff?
I think that setting up a club for local poets is a brilliant idea. Hmmm.. maybe we should look around for other interested people, then we won't end up with a club that only has 2 ppl. Send me a note, tell me what u think.