music//soul

Sunday, March 2, 2008

tune up --

My white sands are sparsely stamped
with chunks of colours washed from sea
some carry much joy, and are thus kissed
and dangle as windchimes crafted in memories
but with these jingles I tread on the fragilities
of unseen emotions, which silently
collapse like eggshells beneath my soles
snatched by waves before I notice their bleeds

with others they journey, float along life's currents
and even through this mesh of palettes, we
build beautiful rainbows which wash themselves ashore;
a sparkling finish to this canvas, mere sketches
without all the world's unpolished impressions

ordered by SOMEONE to post today. was tired luh. went to sleep before I posted this. Strangely woke up at 7.2 something.

Sometimes when I write poetry I totally lose my sense of judgement and time. For example while I was writing the poem above I was feeling lethargic but I sort of forgot about it and didn't realize that 2 hours passed after I finished writing it. I dunno what happened between 12 and 2 am last night. The moment I came back to my senses it was all gone. :/

But I do remember the stuff both of us said last night, and the stuff we talked about from the afternoons. Its surprising how we all evolved in seven months. Its surprising how our characters have turned for the better in such a short span. Its surprising how two people who once didn't really know each other well, with one being a real pissoff to the other, become such good friends. (: And eehsien unknowingly makes me learn to treasure who I have at the moment. Thus that's what I am doing now. We should treasure these moments together, as one day it may never be the same.

Work hard in debates, hockey. Can't go for hockey today cos of a few skin injuries that may flare up. Tomorrow's the game. Friday's JGs night. Will try to rush there on time, with a deodorant spray. Good luck to all that are debating. Should one day get my game up, debating is disappearing on my list of priorities. In fact I have quite a few priorities.

hsien
hockey
poetry
literature
life
acads
and debates is at the bottom rung.
Surprisingly.
I'm fading into the stage I once loved, melting into the shadows of the competitive.
after competition I would _________. Totally.

I love you. (:
you rock (:
smile always (:
keep it up (:
cheer up (:
thanks (:
(:

and as I plod along beneath these starry skies, one day an angel would beckon, and as I rise with the light I'll tear with every snip of the heartstrings tying me down

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