Beat No More

The crew is up and the sails I've set,
The kin, the sib, and the pals I've met.
We shall leave the shore no late,
For there's nothing to say and nothing to wait.

I know there would be storms amidst,
The masts are sturdy to deal the risks.
The sails are even strong and stiff,
So no more but and no more ifs.

Well it might even go astray,
Or it might take up a longer way.
Then I shall find some different lands,
And all the fruits of different sands.

And if the anchor drops on the shore,
The one I dream, the one I adore.
To my heart I would beg for sure,
I've lived my life, you beat no more.
I've lived my life, you beat no more.


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Light

I've been trying to sleep for a while,
a long time now.
But the darkness
after I close my eyes
starts eating.

Why did you promise to be my light?

Why did I stand watching
when you were fading away?

But then, it's a candle's destiny
to melt
into darkness
From emptiness
to eternity.


I: Grandpa
[ May 1934 - August 2011 ]

My Inspirations

Inspiration, for me,
Could be found anywhere.

A song playing on the radio,
Conversation with a friend
A stranger's smile
Scene on a movie screen
A memory
Pages in a book,

Sometimes it is,
A random thought that makes its way into my head..

While I wish I could say I have lived all my words,
A great number of them are simply born out of inspiration.


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Once

Amid-st the crowd, she seeks solitude
When alone, she craves for company
Living each moment, in a hope to die,
Dying each day, she wishes to live
just once..

She smiled, everyday,
wished, it stays forever
And it did.
Amid the river of scarlet running from her wrist,
she was still smiling.

To her, the dark clouds vanished
and gave way to bliss
while the blood drops
sang her lullaby..


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Not another cliché

I'd go days, sometimes weeks
without hearing from her..
She was bright, not cliched
like a lot of women her age.

She had an army of broken hearts behind her
seeking her help, and waiting for answers..
So while I was waiting for replies and returned calls,
she was busy fixing hearts and mending minds.

I wonder who SHE went to,
when she was in need.
Half the time I wanted to talk to her,
was just to see if she was okay.


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Thirst

He kept pouring pegs of whiskey              
one after the other                        
Alas,
It would never quench                    
the thirst called
Not being loved.

He could hear her heartbeats
long after she had gone
Little did he realize
That he had grown
so used to the voice of their beats together,
that he couldn't tell her's from his'.

And that what he heard,
wasn't her's.
But his own.


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The Perfect Contrast

Like fire you                         We are two fires that burn
Engulf me                              together,
Enrage me                             brighter than ever before
Overwhelm me
                                              Two oceans that upon
Like water                             collision,
you soothe me                       cause large waves of
                                              destruction.
Not 'like' air
You are my air                      Two birds that fly together,
I breathe you in                     towards an unknown
                                              horizon.
I am your earth                  
Your ground                         Two metals that fuse together,
Your firmness                       to form a perfect alloy.


                   Like a black and white movie,
                          We're the perfect contrast.
                    You are the embellishment to me. :')


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