The man who was death SG A lighthouse in the middle of the ocean All the maidens would only go for glisten I'm not a twinkle But could you spare me a little cycle? An island in the middle of nowhere Any chance of a seeker are rare The ocean pulls me under The silence tears me asunder To the cold palace I wander A rose in the snow Only me in the vast will glow Withered through the autumn Only to meet the winter A feeling that will only get wider A wall left unscribbled A puzzle left riddled A rope left hanging A chair there standing A columbarium of hope Perched on top of this slope I'm a step away from falling The fibres on this rope are pulling Why is my angel in concrete? Why is her whisper so discrete? Never graced by her presence Can I afford more patience? There is still desire and craving A hope inside to get a little loving To try and see through my own pretending The same reasons I wrote these wordings.... Written in my very very ulu military camp
DeadPoet SG A few poems coming together, To form one complete picture, Of a young man in wonder, When he will be home for New Year?
InnoHippo SG Go sleep lah .......Cant get to sleep ......Perhaps, something still needs to done first ....Maybe that something can wait till tomorrow .....
The man who was death SG A few poems coming together,To form one complete picture,Of a young man in wonder,When he will be home for New Year? :)hmm...now give comments must be in poetry form too??
The man who was death SG Hi death! How are you? Really so bad in your very ulu military camp ah?Not so bad lah, just ulu very sianz...bus fare very exp and booking in on public holidays is a nightmare becos only one bus and need to compete with foreign workers and others booking in....
