Hall of Inspirations 2007

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Posted by popikachu27 on September 2007 Kiss My world was always plain, Until you made a change... My life was always dark, Until you lit it up... Never o...

DeadPoet SG

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Poem #10

Anorexic Satiation

I. The Confrontation

Dinner again.
You fume in disdain.
Air grimed in greasy stain.
I am going insane.
Struggling in vain,
To shake this chronic pain.
I am no Saint.
Hard to abstain.
The taunt of this odious bane.

II. The Battle

Beyond the line.
Enemy in disguise.
The cheese is luring mice.
Smell of fries,
Full of vice.
Temptation, hard to deny.
I close my eyes,
Take a dive,
Tug you behind my mind.
And yet you rise,
Like a butterfly,
Trying again to entice.
I draw my knife,
And I cut, and I slice,
I skin you with all my might.
You hold your pride,
Strength subsides,
Retaliation is just unwise.
There you lie,
Like a flatten fly.
Beaten, unable to defy.

III. The Victory

I almost vomit.
Not because you bleed.
But for the oil you leaked.
Victory is sweet.
But we shall meet,
With you in another outfit.
Am I sick?
No, a meal to forfeit.
A gush of triumphant sweep

DeadPoet SG

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Poem #11

Piece of Meat

Treat me well like your new-born child
and I would return favour as best as I could

Intoxicate me up with wine and sauce
and I would taste better than any other

Tenderize me with initimate care
and I would go soft at your touch

Put me to your flames with passion
and I would suffer the burns with delight

Chew me well so that you don't choke
and I would linger in your mouth longer

Swallow me but don't spit me out
and I would be reborn as part of you

DeadPoet SG

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Poem #12

A Bowl of Humble Maggi Mee

French shaved truffles are a famous treat
So are wagyu beef; for the uninformed-
Thats real expensive meat!
I have tasted every food from across these seas,
But I still prefer my humble (curry) maggi mee!

When life gets trite
And in this big bad world you feel like an insignificant
Mite!
Forget for a moment your misery,
Hey, its no big tragedy when there is (curry) maggi mee!

What? Nonsense and blasphemy!
How dare you say too much MSG in my maggi mee?
Eat too much become baldy?
So what, get wig...settle already!

DeadPoet SG

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Poem #13

Someday

Someday, Im just going to
say I give
up
And throw my hands
into the air
Cupping the stars and hoping that they
plummet

What a very mean thing to think
Santa Claus wont be very happy
to find that you wished his
traffic lights dead
Youll regret this
as soon as the first snow
falls
and the death of silent night
brings presents for everyone
but you

Someday, Im just going to
pray to the air and the roads
And not to God
because they are here
deciding my fate
and He is Above
Me
Up there behind the clouds
Hiding
behind the shamed moon

Watch and wait, I will burn
up
like the stars
that you want me to become

Someday, Im just going to
walk the plank
Because Ive never seen sharks before
in real life
And who knows if they arent really
the kindest beasts
in the whole wide world?

Someday, Im just going to

DeadPoet SG

Posted by sickeningblues- on 27 March 2007

HOME

The sky so blue
And yet so dull.
Even the Sun
Had chosen to hide beneath the Clouds.

A wave of nostalgia
Swept over me,
As I gazed
At the unfamillar roads and streets.

The black strands
Untangled itself
As it tried to flee from the foreign land.

A shimmering pearl
Fell out the corner
Of my eye.
As If on cue,
the others cascaded
down my cheeks like a flowing waterfall.

A cringing sound
Awoke me from the depthss of my dream.
And then I realised,

I was home.

DeadPoet SG

Posted by Keii on 27 March 2007

Flawless

The burning sun stands smugly, hiding behind levels of cloud.
Always hiding its full splendour, only parts of it can be seen.

The extraordinary feeling it oozes, it also heals.
Like how you fufill my senses, with your brilliant smile.

It comes and goes, giving way to the night, as if to take a rest.
Once it awakens, it fills the darkness with illuminance.

The unique sights it brings to the eyes, it also soothes.
Like how you caught my eye, with your flawless beauty.

DeadPoet SG

Posted by l0st-s0ul on 6 April 2007

You were my cup of tea,
You have stolen my heart.
It was love at first degree,
Right from the start.

Was it you? Was it me?
Somehow, we fell apart.
Like a rainbow above the stormy sea,
It was wishful thinking on my part.
Baby, I have set you free,
Sadly, we werent meant to be.

DeadPoet SG

Posted by Bluesky_Liz on 6 April 2007

The Cashier

She returned after getting the change she needed
and the customers-in-line slashed her with glares
of where have you been for the past five minutes
of my precious time ;as she counted through
the heavy stack of fifties: change for the thousand
dollars the asshole paid for his three-bag $40.55
groceries, the silent knives broke into softer sighs.

DeadPoet SG

Posted by l0st-s0ul on 8 April 2007

Thinking of you day and night,
I try not to with all my might.
Me and you in such a plight,
Like the sun and moon will never unite.

My life was black and white,
Till you brought in all the colourful lights.
How I wish we could just take flight,
Out into the cool, silent night.

Ill don my silver armour tonight,
To save you from the dungeon site.
On my stallion well ride at the speed of light,
How nice it would be to reunite.

Oh my dear princess, why cant I be your knight?

DeadPoet SG

Posted by ellzrae on 11 April 2007

In cooking; earthed of all arts

dry sherry, tumeric, rice wine
these i have, but not the art
nor respect,
for living food, or dead birds &
crustaceous crabs
painted as they ever are the beginnings
of gluttony in dutch masters frames.
This is what I think of fish,
white meat.
& beef,
red meat.
& fingers that paint the chicken with spice,
mad
magic.

DeadPoet SG

Posted by ChingAlvin on 12 April 2007

Is this writing real?
If reading makes this real,
Our sight made it real.
Now close your eyes,
Are these real no more?
If eyes see differently,
And brains process differently,
Is this, still as real?

Suppose you cant see,
Suppose you dont smell.
Suppose you cant hear,
Suppose you arent you.
Would this, still be real?
Now if I create into space,
Someone just like you.
You see, you hear, maybe even touch,
Do those make it real?

Sadness, happiness, anger,
We cant see, dont smell nor hear,
But emotions we all feel.
We cry, we smile we frown,
Arent they all so true?
If senses equals to real,
Emotions cant be real!
Yet we react when we feel,
Doesnt that make it real?

Ah! Now I think I know.
The brain creates all thats real.
No, wait! Is that really true?
Now convince yourself this truth,
What you now see is not real.
Armed with the new truth,
Close your eyes for a moment.
Then open your eyes and look,
If brains create reality,
Shouldnt this writing be gone?

I guess, reality is really real.
We dont sense to make things real,
Nor our brains make things real.
But if we cant sense or think,
How do we know that it is real?
How do we know reality, is real?

If the mind creates reality,
Can you create a dollar bill?
If senses creates what is real,
Are emotions and thoughts unreal?
If reality is really real,
How can we tell without our minds?
These questions we ponder,
About what is real.
But will an explanation,
Will be accepted as the absolute truth?

DeadPoet SG

Posted by ChingAlvin on 12 April 2007

Farewell I shall bid,
The heart which fails to beat.
Fallen to defeat,
Feelings come with it.

Feelings of defeat,
Ice rains on skin.
Then all began to melt,
Cold rain on the skin

Torment, anguish and cold,
Manifests, unable to hold.
Like soldiers invading a hold,
Battling till kings fall!

First they flee their fleet,
Then fight back from below.
Farewells, why I bid,
To climb up from down low.

From the lessons of defeat,
I shall be reborn.
When the day comes to me,
Return the smiles once worn.

DeadPoet SG

Posted by l0st-s0ul on 12 April 2007

Jingle, Jingle, wheres my bell?
Has anyone seen it fell?
Searching like hell,
Till my paws are swell.
How I wish there was a spell,
To bring back my jingle bell.

DeadPoet SG

Posted by l0st-s0ul on 12 April 2007

Sigh, Mr Cat, you have lost your bell,
While I have lost my belle.
I have cried a well,
And yelled till I fell.
Come on Mr Cat, lets get out of this shell,
To a place where happiness dwell.
Two mugs of milk and a tale to tell,
And well say farewell.
Just like a spell.

DeadPoet SG

Posted by peebrain on 19 April 2007

Walking The Line

Thinking ahead, I bought myself a golden
ticket, an original idea, walked and
got in line like the rest, beholdened
to a subscription letter in my hand.
In front, the women, no -- ruddy giggly girls
dither in the queue for one of your kisses,
hardly aware that I've quietly reversed
back in line, a once-removed missus.
I don't mind (I lie) if you've had ten, twenty,
even a hundred (God forbid!) since then.
I've had my share, dismissed others easily
from a line not unlike this. Sweet chameleon,
so what if it ends where the sun doesn't shine?
Despite the odds, I wish I were last in your line.

DeadPoet SG

Posted by peebrain on 19 April 2007

Falling

The hands of the clock
have stopped,
as if to mark the transit
of inertia into permanent motion.

The brownstone cracks
from the brunt of disrepair.

All is falling.

In the grand scheme of things
I fall so others may rise,
though they remain
where they are,
the act of falling
tricks the mind into accepting

the way things that are
and will remain. As a whole, unwhole.

Just like the winds
rushing to fill in an opening,
a beginning
that begins from what is already missing.

I become the illusion,
a comparative one,
a contrasting one,
a one that forms a stern letter 'I'
braced for the weight of the sky.

In giving myself up, I give away nothing.

What is left of me
is no longer right.
So it moves to move away the excess.
So it falls to fall behind the rest.

When it falls.
If it falls.

All is false.

In falling,
the failings of life's delight
rise up like the moon
shrouded in fog, milky and unclear.

DeadPoet SG

Posted by peebrain on 19 April 2007

Elementary

A bastard heart is impossible to quantify.
It defies logic, existing only in theory,
a falsifiable fact. No equation is elegant enough
to equalise this atrophied state.
Like Schroedinger's cat, it is both alive and dead.

How do you reason with a soul-ache?
With a trembling half-smile. You pummel it
back into subclavian caves, check its sell-by date,
reach into the back of your throat and vomit
one promise after the next.

Bang. It explodes. A cracked bumper hanging
on a solitary screw. A long slow honeymoon.
How do you divorce a massive overdraft of
statutes carved in stone? With an ice pick.

This bone-hurt sings from the bones
of your toes to the tip of your nose.
It lives in a dreaming nightmare, it feeds off
your sleep. The night wind kissing your lips.

How do you quantify something so basic,
so urgent in its quasi-solid state? You can't.
A heartbreak, a bone-hurt or a soul-ache is
completely like you, impossible to comprehend.

DeadPoet SG

Posted by l0st-s0ul on 19 April 2007

The days go by.
The birds still fly,
The sun is still in the sky.
Why should I cry?
Why should I sigh?
Its just time to say goodbye.

Was it really goodbye?
Or was it just a lie?
I cant deny,
You are my sweetie pie.
I try and I cry,
Im just an ordinary guy.
Do I really have to say goodbye?

DeadPoet SG

Posted by LazerLordz on 20 April 2007

Dreams

The grey door.
You know, that wooden
door.
With signs afoot
with dreams stuck
to the tiny, little, unforgiving
space.

Where the postman
secrets evidence
that incriminates
and irrigates
the judgement of
a court without.

To say,
many things.
But I do lament
that here is 1725
and there lies 1925.

Hows that pie?
Shall I bring you
the wonder and glory
the shock and awe
of Chai Chees reformed
Bak Chor Mee,
instead?

DeadPoet SG

Posted by LazerLordz on 20 April 2007

The Prize

The days be weary
and greys be my companion
I have seen the sun
arched high in the sky
the call of my brothers
echo in the death and life
which the desert calls
the song of misery.

I have eaten dust
kicked by a tango of bullets
I have dreamt of you
while the smoke of flares
covered me like a veil.
Do you ever think
that I might see you
again?

Today we launched at 0600
the stars above Arabia
winked at me.
I entered the mosaic portal
and I hefted my mistress.
She gleamed and glistened
I could almost listen
to her sweet clicks.

But something laid me
down to the sweet earth
and I saw a daffodil
beside me.
It glimmered and I shook.
I reached for you
our son, our future.
The grey cleared
I stand here,
clad in peace.
This is my prize
my sweet reward.

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