Saturday, December 08, 2007

5 years ago
It never fails to take me ages to pack my room.
While sorting out my pens and pencils i came across this little notebook, i almost dont remember i had 5 years ago.

Reading back the notebook, i recalled how i think in the most abstract form,using poems.
And that notebook was where i wrote them
And the problem with such abstract thinking, it made me keep on thinking and thinking.
perhaps that was why i think so much.

I even wrote down the date for some! The below are some of what was going on in my mind 5 years ago:

?/07/02
My heart follows the sound of the lantern while my body turns with the movements of the yaos. My mind shivers upon the rythm of persis...

With the mind that goes three by three, seeing the truth of man, feeling the pain in me.

5/08/02
THE ONE IN THE BOX
Why am i haunted by all these dreams?
My path of seeking the way has already been completed, why am i still feeling this way?
Only the one hiding withing the box knows

Muttering words that are never to be told,
sounding the heart that is frozen long ago
Collecting the memories forbidden and bold
Only the one within the box has the ability to do so....

(It took me quite sometime to recall what I meant of the one in the box, and when i remembered, i realise how much this poem leads to my downfall in jc)
Oh wait! theres a second page! here it goes...

Moulding the bond of a silent friendship
You are the one, the forbidden one

Engross in the beauty from the light of a lantern
Reading the heat in a different way
Having to know you is my happiest day.
Untouched, cleaned and always at its best,
Inspires the children with hopes and brag
Surround others with remose and regret
The one in the box will never rest
Having to see one in his best.

Ever since the story ends,
lost and frozen again
Everytime the box is open
story of the sin shall begin
TO the forbidden one hidding in the box
May you return to your rightful place

Your words and passion shall be lost in space
Only then my dreams will end
As if it had never begin
And the new path will not be pain

Till then never i get good rest
For the dreams will be a pest,
Hatred and love will twirl one another
Like two strings clinging altogether

When the time when love is no more,
The one in the box will go back to before,
Dreams and hatred shall banish
But it will only be when i perish.

(and i guess i had already forsee something that i had done while i was in jc. I opened the box and things happened. Eversince then, the one in the box has been sealed for the pass 3 years, untouched)


07/08/02
Few poems with the heading: The old man, The disgusting fellow The joker, The Queen, The End, The Pet And the Broom.

Each poem represent 1 important person i met in sec school.
Poems are very personal so will not be sharing.
Nonetheless, i cant rmb who was THE PET i was referring to. 90% is someone i dislike though...


No Date
A thousand nights i spent alone,
The dreams made me morn
Knowing you is my heart desires
Longing you my mind is a fire.

A countless, nights Im on my own
The eyes made my life goes on


13/12/02
Even if the universe is going to burn out someday
Even if your hands are tird up in chains.....

Catching the falling leaves ...[11:44 PM]

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