Paranoia

Sought for the oblivion of fear,
you cannot evade the feelings of being watched.
Immobilised by Paranoia,
the emptiness of diagnosis and autospy
you feared for the worst.
Whispers slithered over your ears,
taunted by negativity.
You stumbled into the dark corners of forboding darkness,
accomapanied by the stark loneliness.
Paranoia engulf you bit by bit,
you trapped youself in the trap of mental death.
Slowly,
claustrophobia  allied paranoia,
leaving you asphyxiated.
Your screams are pressured inside you by the cold hands of your mental self,
and seeked refuge in the light of optimism.
Tomorrow,
is another night of paranoia…

Am Chio

I know that I’m violating the purpose of this blog, but I just have to voice out my views about the use  of words and phrases. One particular phrase is “Am chio” in Hokkien, which is defined as laughing secretly(or so). Many people, or youths to be specific; misused this phrase. This can be explain through a simple example(as my personal experience):
I’m a cheerful guy. I always smile. People say things, I smile. People say funny things, I smile. But(with a capital letter B), when people see me smiling, they will say(translated from Chinese): Look at him, he’s Am Chio-ing again. Don’t Am Chio, want laugh laugh out loud, bear inside not good for health.” Seriously, I’m fed up with this misunderstandings. Not that I hate my friends now, but they do not fully grasp the concept and context of any kind of languages. They just randomly link part of the defintion of the phrase to a english or chinese word, and more often then not, the context will be out of the margin of the true defintion.
One word.
Change.

Rest well.

As a withering flower overhanging the clear and placid water,
it looks at its reflection,
Awaiting the reaper’s razor scythe.
Its heart degenerating to gradual beats,
optimism turned to its thoughts.
“Even though my petals are fading its radiant colour,
that probs memories into Man.
So delicate this flower is,
yet time shows no mercy to it.
Beauty it once had,
beheld in the eyes of Man.
Now soon it shall be gone,
withered and bare,
I will be remembered.”
As optimism worked its way to the heart of the flower,
a light of hope seemed to incandesced it.
Looking at the youth of the rising sun,
union with the strength of loving warmth and passionate words,
it was called back from the gloomy realms;
The sun gave its sweet pleasure once again,
to enjoy the life and the healing gift of light.
Little did the flower know,
that it was a Hibiscus…

Rest well~

FYI: Hibiscus blooms in the day and withers at night.

Light of your voice.

Hurt.
Blessed.
Joy.
Every.
Unceasingly, these feelings intrude my meals of emotions,
like biting on my ulcer time and time;
You wished that you would rather bite on some other place.
Imploring for a change,
every brain cell crenated of inspiration.
Delusions upon every dreams,
One that i stood,
lone in the abysmal darkness.
Eyes closed,
soul deep in desperate hope;
for even an infinitesimal stream of light.
Momentarily I heard,
a subdued voice in the distance.
It probbed me with unceasing shots of thoughts;
What could it be?
The voice turned melodious,
in a dynamically nature.
My body felt insubstantial,
and instantenously being dragged backwards…

My eyes fluttered open,
a fuzzy figure formed before me,
with an unusual lambence around it.
Is it the light?
Is it the light of the voice?

Yet again,
I heard it once more;
“Sleep tight…goodnight…”
I felt a warm tingle on my cheek.
This time,
there was light…

Potato.

What may seemed disparity through a magnifying glass,
my sorrows flow down the creek of euphoria-filled dreams.
Over the farms,
mocking at the ineffectual scarecrow,
potatoes purlioned by onyx-cloaked, feathered creatures.

The night of nights,
of when I beseeched upon the ivory-robed angel,
to let down her satiny hair over her unfurled wings,
for a blessing upon every night’s visitor.
I sang a song of Night’s blessing;

Let the wisdom of yours light up the sky,
Let your prudent words insipre the music of nature.;

Let your delicate hands hush the wild winds,
Let your capacious wings shelther us from uncertainty;

Let your clairvoyant visions scout our future,
Let your trailing robe serve as a hope.

In your benevolent heart,
let all be hushed to slumberland,
immersed in their candy-coated world.

Night O night,
may I wish you a good day tomorrow…

Goodnight world.

Tranqulity of the night,
fireflies avian among the blossoms.
A child under the tree,
an apple on the tree.
In the eyes of an adolescent,
everything seems to be so much more mesmeric.
Every small elements capture his attention.
“It’s a goodnight today.” whispered one of the fireflies.
The boy looked up the dark vault of heaven,
and acquiesce.
“It may seem good, but it really isn’t.”
Fluttering closer to the boy,
“I could light up your world.”
The boy sighed,
somnolence drowning his mind,
and he muttered,
Light up my dreams…
The apple glistened in the distance,
like a star lighting up the firefly’s world…
Goodnight.

Words.

Words,
undefined.
Sentences,
are like one’s heart.
Every pump matches a word.
Every word matches one’s character.
Those are the words,
those are the sentences worth listening to.
Those are the people you should befriend,
to share your secrets,
to trust.
People who bullshit,
who put on a fake heart,
beware.
Wolf in sheepskin,
or just worthless shits.
Think before you say anything,
match your words to your heart…

Reminiscence through night.

The little elf of Night, whistling a tune of Night’s melody .
Sailing down moonlit creek, the crepe scarf of Night’s.
The note of ninth symphony, trailing further into the deep deep night.
Every grown-up villager knew the soothing sound; it’s the sound of me singing goodnight to you!
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When the wind blows, the choir singing, the world lights up in the dark dark night; not a sound, you hear your heartbeats.
Slowly, falling into a trance of drowsiness, just in time, as i wish you goodnights:) sleep tight:)
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Tick tick tick, as the night took your shift; your eyes fluttered and slowly shuts. Into your own world goes,worry not but joyous. in the deep deep world you’re in, while i’m here, silently wishing you a goodnight sleep and sweet dreams…
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The coyote, lone it hunts on a void moon night. Coops cleared, it wasnt full. Closer to the hut it creeps, darkness as its ally and moonlight as its scout, it got to the window.
However, repelled, the glow and warmth of motherly love. The lone coyote had gone hungry once again Goodnight n slp WELL

Thank you.

Then, a time of separation. Then, a time of summer love. Then, a time of friendship…

A milestone of the heart, has the gift of friendship. A milestone of friendship, lays memories and longingness. A milestone of memories, inflicts pain from past transgressions.
“You know you can do it, so do it now, don’t procrastinate.”
Procrastination is the thief of time, engulfing every sphere of thoughts, every pattern of bonding.
Deeply sewn into the fabric of procrastination, aura of misery and loneliness precedes. The last light will be the one you’d ever see.
“Hold on to your dreams, never let it go.”
I stand amist the clouds, clouds of hopes and dreams.
Interspersing when you reach out for them; actions speaks louder than words.
The last light that shall ever be, will illume the complexity of life, the intricacy of my mind.
The last light that shall ever, will be the lambency of friendship, and that will never, ever die out.

Thank you my friends, and I will hold on, never letting go…

Thank you.

LIFE AND GOOD-NIGHTS

The day is almost done
In the eyes of an eaglet
before its first flight
The scenic view
across the mountains
across the ocean
Gleaming through the slit of its fluttering eyes
In the misty atmosphere,
Time is never awaiting
He cuddles the eaglet in his bony, frailing arms.
It spread its wings
letting the mountain breeze
Through its overlapping feathers.
One hop…
Two hop…
The fall seemed interminable…
Vigorously it flapped
burning every ounce of muscle cells
The adrenaline of flight shot through its body.
Over the mountains and oceans it flew…
Time let it grew…
As it guarded the forboding nights ahead…
To give you a good night sleep.
and many sweet dreams after.
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When life turns upside down,
What do you do?
Many fall victims
of life’s negativity
of society’s breakdowns.
In a ball of confusion and misery,
we drown ourselves deep into the sea of fantasy.
we bury ourselves deep into our own world.
When reality knocks on our door,
we’d be too deeply entangled in our own world,
too deep to peep out the hole.
Soon or late,
Death will crash into reality,
and bring us to the deep, dark dungeons,
away from the surreal world we lived in.
Fear not though,
the journey to the dungeons often comes to a split road,
and someone will plant a seed of perserverance
the fruit it bears,
will be the success you gain.
Sweet and colourful…
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the silvery streak of moonlight,
one of night’s dying light.
A strand of egg white
just by the corner of your lips,
lips of an angel.
I’ve wondered,
entangled in the arms of foreboding darkness,
accompanied by the stark loneliness;
Cast away all source of light and hope.
But one thing,
it takes darkness to have light,
and remember, the light will always come,
life is a full circle; happiness always goes around and back.
SMILE!
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This fallow land,
bare as your skin so white.

This fallow land,
once filled with Adam’s ale,
now desiccated to cracks.

Buried in this fallow land,
are memories;

Built on this fallow land,
is a bridge,
covered, quaint and weatherworn.
However not,
it still stands with perdurable spirit.
Reminiscence through the fissured timbers,
faint echoings of long remembered parley.

There is a place within our world,
there is a place within our hearts.
In our book of memories,
pages turned, pages worn,
bookmarked page 0509.
It contained a map,
to a place of sunshine.
Trees lushed, flowers swayed.
Wild winds calmed in this place;
wild waves hushed to sleep.

This place,
is the fallow land it has become now…
ridden of reminiscence…

I hope you will come back,
and return the sunshine,
the once incandescent place.

This place is called skype.
Goodbye~
I know you will see this sometime later.
Goodbye~
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Disconnections…
In split seconds of time,
worlds torn apart;
sanity melts away.

September the 6th,
has become a time,
when someone raised voices,
set out to make a statement
with witnesses
for the good of own’s will.

There were amendment sacrifices,
nevertheless made,
for the good of own’s will.

A friend most true,
despite flaws;
despite separations,
a friend most true.

A journey travelled so distant,
september the 6th,
marks the finishing line.
Its the peak of conquering mount everest,
conquering K2,
or exploring the artic circle.

Today is the day,
where I,
a friend most true,
present you a simple and beautiful ‘sheepskin* told,
of this poem.
Skype will have lost a loyal user,
and i will miss a good friend.
Jia Yous!!!
Study hard!
Jump high,
reach high,
and grab the star you’e been looking out for!
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Birthdays,
are feathers in the broad wing of time,
you never know when they are going to drop off.

Birthday cakes,
is the world;
take a piece, but not too much.

Birthday candles,
You know you are getting old when they weigh more than the cake.
Brithday in the sweet September,
a birthday we surely remember.

A birthday bouquet of words I wish you,
the journey ahead lies scenic views,
and let it be blessed with unlimited fuel!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!
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The good-night angel descends at dusk,
Across the quiet hills,
sleepy buttercups tucked to sleep.
Beside the meadow field,
each drowsy bird,
She cradles in its nest,
and far out in the ocean,
Rocks the wild waves to rest.

She pauses in her gracious poise
and blesses every children,
before leaving upon her kindly way.
Up the night sky she spread her wings,
and with candles she light the star,
watching the somnolent babies…