Dear Coffin.

Dear Coffin, when you stored my beloved one,
Were you grieving?
I know I did.

Dear Coffin, when you kept my beloved body safe,
Were you crying?
I know i did.

Dear Coffin, when you watched over my beloved soul-less body,
Were your heart aching in agony?
I know mine did.

Dear Coffin, When you kept my beloved body perfect,
Why didn't you keep my mortal self perfect too?

Dear Coffin, when you kept my beloved body unharmed,
Why didn't you take away all my misery too
And buried it away in the deep dark earth.

Dear Coffin, When you kept my beloved corpse perfect,
Won't you keep and lock away all my memories in my soul too
Because I think I might be able to live without these memories...I think.

Dear Coffin, when you kept my beloved corpse unharmed,
Won't you keep part of my soul along with her so that
I might remember her in this ever beautiful, sweet, agonised momentum.

 

My white chiffon dress…or used to be…

 

Drip…drip…drip…

See the vivid crimson as it glides

Upon my fair wounded skin…

Drip..drip…drip…

 

Drop…drop…drop…

As it forms into a tear-dropped shape

Before falling onto my white chiffon dress…

Drop…drop…drop…

 

Drip, drip, drip…

As I crawl the wound with my nails,

More sweet crimson glides with grace

Drip, drip, drip…

 

Drop, drop, drop…

The tear-dropped shape rubies falls faster onto my white chiffon dress.

Slowly the crimson velvet cover me like a cloak

Drop, drop, drop…

 

Drip.Drop.Drip.Drop…

What comfort and bliss it brings upon my agonizing soul.

Yet…why does my still heart aches…

Drop.Drip.Drop.Drip…flow…

 

Flutters of blood and metallic jewels.

Shiny sharp grins decorated on her skin mercilessly.

Look, there are rags of crimson on her skin too.

It is gliding elegantly and dripping like summer rain

Look at the scarred face, the tears are slowly becoming crimson.

Have you ever see a more beautiful sight than this?

 

As the shiny sharp grins rain on her;

Look as how they flutter on her skin.

White shimmering with touches of blood.

Did I hear the word “painful” spilled from your mortal lips?

Liar! Look at the way she smiles foolishly.

 

Don’t you see her pure bliss shinning on her fading face.

Look at her graceful moves, flutters of blood dances around her.

Look at her pale and bleeding feet covering her shadow endlessly.

Look at the way, she fingers those metallic jewels.

Pushing some in harder and some being pierced in again.

 

Look at the way the smiles glides along her lips.

Listen to the giggles escaping from her mouth

Smell the lingering fragrance of mixed blood; fresh and dried.

Taste her agonized joy when you catch her eyes.

Touch the blood that flutters in the air like the feathers of death.

 

Her malice lust is such a thrilling sight.

The fresh and scarred wounds are opening and adding to her pleasure.

Her hollow and soulless eyes are even reflecting bliss in it.

Liar! What do you, mere mortal know.

She is soaked in pure, perfect and ever-ending crimson bliss.

 

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Crimson Malice

As i moved my hand
driplets of velvet dance freely
What a pretty sight.

Dance! Dance! With such grace
The sweet lingering smell; Blood
My fufilled malice.

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It is a haiku in two parts or can be individual read.

 

A birthday wish
A birthday smile
A birthdat hug
means nothing much on the surface
But the actions and warmth can mean so much more.

Like the sun that rises up just for itself
Like the moon and the stars for each other
Ever wonder why dews will appear on plants?
That is what this birthday gifts and blessings
Means for me. For me.

This day a day for my birth
A celebration of my birth.
Not a huge or fancy celebration in details
But a sweet and simple joy of bliss.
For this day, I thanks my "dews".

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The dews i used here refer to my friends. I mean when you look at a plant, there is not 'a' dew but dews right? ^_^

Suddenly thought of it. ^_^ but i do like what is coming out of my mind and fingers.Not a short poem that i would be pleased by the standard but it is just whati feel at the moment. Somtimes moment captures are precious and priceless. Once come, catch it or it will be gone forever.   

I wrote this at Lee Si Hui's house with shu ying beside me. Ting wei was here but she left already. Celebrating an early birthday. ^_^

My Whiteness

Clear baby blue skies with patches of snow cotton candy.
Bright warm golden honey sun with sweet rays.
I lifted my head to listen attentively,
I breathed in and out calmly with my nose.
Then I opened out my mouth to utter a sound.

"Argh!!!" I screamed with all I have within me.
Yet nothing echoes around me instead it echoes within me.
The hurting throat, the pounding heart, the heaving lungs?.
I could hear my voice piercing within me.
Suddenly, I was black out by whiteness.

My eyes were blind-folded invisibly.
A metallic smell begin to aroused my sense of smell,
It was the smell of blood lingering around me.
The smell was weaving around the eerie silence.
Yet it comforts the ripples of water in my soul.

I reached for the whiteness in front me,
Trying to embrace it desperately with my scarred soul.
My eyes tears up strongly, forcing me to choke on it.
"Alone...alone..." I whispered through the pain.
"Alone..." A voice echoes to me...

The space above me began to rain
Clear baby blue raindrops falls like comforting hands on me.
Yet when it touches the ground, it turns to crimson red?
I was shocked but yet, clam at the same time.
I felt a twitched at the corner of my lips.

I was drenched in blood and tears.
A wreck I am, yet a happy person in this world of whiteness.
Suddenly a sharp pain shot through my chest.
The great, mighty pain tears my eyes mercilessly.
I brought and crossed my arms to my shoulders.

"Why...why..." I whispered fiercely through the agony.
The reply was slapped against my ear harshly.
The laughters of wickedness rang loudly like the wedding bells of churches.
I gracefully fell into the beautiful crimson red pond,
Where I lay my soul to rest in the darkness of this whiteness.
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I really enjoyed writing this poem a lot. Here, i also hope you have enjoyed reading it. I want to explain a little about the poem so that you can understand and relate to the poem better.

The first two lines of the poem, i wanna express that though everything around you changes, nature will never change for the sake of anyone. Also to express how wonderful the world around you can be but do you feel that way??

The 2nd stanza of the poem talked about emotions beiong supressed till it can't be supressed no more. Yet when you wanna let it all out, you realise that it is already taken over your body.. no matter what you do, the pain and scars are alreday craved in you.

I wanted to use whiteness here, coz when i daydream or get up quickly from a squatting posistion, i do see colour of white. (quite nonosense huh? but tolerate~!! >_<) White is known as a colour of pureness. That is what i wanna express here too. Also i wanna express the feeling of clam here.

From rain to blood. isn't it a scary scence?? But don't you find it comforting as well? i wanna show is that not everything is what it seems. You have to let it go or break to see what it is truly is. Also the tears the character cried was so much that she felt that she was gonna cry out her blood as well. She feel like letting her blood drain flowed too to prove to herself that she is a human who experiences the same emotions that any one is feeling too.

In the 6th stanza, "the laughters of wickedness rang loudly like the wedding bells of the churches". I was to show that the scence where she was being hurted by people as a significant and "important" event in her life. She tried so hard but yet, she was still being shun and worst, hurted by others. Wedding bells are important during wedding as it marks a reunion of two hearts and soul being a sone from that day. yet for the character, it marks the reunion of her heart and soul being dead from that day.

Hope you understand the poem now.

Blood and Tears.

Look at my world.
Look in to my eyes.
I am lost, empty and patheic.
Look at my lips,
They are torn and blistered.

Blood covererd my hands like they are my skin.
The sweet smell lingers in my nose.
Tears covered my eyes and face like rain.
The dried, stinging sensation
Bring comfort to my eyes.

Blood and tears, tears and blood.
From tears to blood.
Oh my! What a beautiful rythm.
Tatse of salty and sweetness.
Oh my! What a great taste combination.

The wounds lust for blood.
The heart lust for agony.
The eyes lust for tears.
Lusting for all these,
Just for the sake of a feel of myself.

Look at my skin,
With opened and healed wounds.
Decorated in fresh and dried blood.
Look at my eyes,
Red crooked lines and black dark shadows.

Turning towards the dark brigth moon.
How beautiful and dashin gthey looked.
Dear~ dear~ blood and tears.
What fine jewelleries as the yshine.
Like precious diamonds and rubies.

Look at me now. Look at me.
Cloacked in red and shined in black.
Decorated in diamonds here and there.
Blood and tears flow freely.
Till you have completely drown me.

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I know i have said that i will not write again as I have given up all hope. But it just doesn't feel right. I feel like i have given up everythign very big and something that means a lot to me. so here i am again. ^_^ Hope you guys like it. This is my new poem~!! ^_^

Your Eyes

The look in your eyes.
seems so calm and happy.
The look in your eyes
Always bring me warmth.

When I am sad and crying,
You let your calmness in your eyes