Dead, Or Death Of The Dead?

Ponder,

Post In Rhyme.

Words do fail me,

In and out of time.

Come'th back shall I?

Stay where I should?

Answer me these,

I would if I could.

Sad hath been,

Thus far come.

But lies hope?

Speak to keep mum.

Adios,

Or shall it be hello.

Again,

Sunflowers are yellow.

=)

Two Sides Of The Coin

It seems all is not what it seems.
Id rather not brood on it...

O levels is drawing to a close. Only paper 1s left, and then we may be free for some time.
All the papers I expected to be killer, were quite cute and cuddly, metaphorically speaking.
The other papers were quite ok.

Oh, and Social Studies SUCKEDD!! FUCK VENICE!

Other than that, we gonna watch 2012 on 13th nov. (last paper!)
Ibra sad cuz someone is gonna go to egypt.
Hey, when you get to Cairo, find a mummy! (or rather, your daddy :))

Anyway, this work, was not written on paper. It came out on NotePad. So should be interesting. (just copy & paste here)

Two Sides Of A Single Coin

It's set the mood,
I can feel some sense.
But I can and would,
Were I not so tense.

I flip the coin!
Upon it's head

I do not want,
To relapse once more.
It does no good, (cept maybe to fill books)
And it can be a bore.

To try to laugh,
And wail instead.
That itself is funny,
A sight to be dead.

I'd reflect it all,
On the oppsite end of the net.
Were it not for un-haste,
And the cement that has set.

Past the blue,
Into the quicksilver.
From the hippie,
To the killer.

Laugh at the moon,
Smile in it's wake.
Slowly and surely,
Proper sense shall take.

It comes and goes,
In and out.
Sulk to Insane,
To know and to doubt.

And so, it ends, (for now)
My little spurt.
Written on whim, (and boredom)
It still hurts.

(to be continued...or not)
I flip the coin once more!

To be it is,
And is now.
At least relaxed,
Is the bent brow.

It seems time,
Went back.
A wish I did,
Out of the sack.

I am satisfied,
It is back to a norm.
I feel its love,
But in another form.

Friendship,
Tis land lush.
We embrace it,
Even in icy slush.

I pocket the coin!

I have here,
Two of one work;
One in clarity,
And the other in murk;

-Alias

'O' Levels Kidnapped Me

Yes, I'm not supposed to be here, so SHHHHH!!!!

Simple rhyme before I sneak out now, Remember, I wasn't here!

They've taken me,
To a place to learn;
Though it is,
For distraction I yearn;

This is one example,
Not many others;
I swear to be back,
With marshmallows to smother;

This was made up,
On the spot I stand;
So if it does not make sense,
I hope you understand;

Adioz, Hakuna Matata,
Till the end of O;
I'll be back then again,
And probably leave, no more!

Ting Yan And The Escapades Of People and their "Aallu"s

hahahaha...sorry about the title bro!

Seems I'd never have noticed Jaron if it weren't for Ting Yan's hints...

Crazy shit...you'd think before the Os, people would be MORE stressed??
Not us! No Sir!!
Still going quenton's house and shit, we got no stress!

Or thats what we WANT you to think....ooooooh....O.o

I dunno, Im insane...MORE insane...fine....

Fuck O Levels...I just wanna play WoW (addict?)
Meh, joined commies online!! (It's a joke, don't lock me up Mr Lee Kuan Yew!)

On to the poem! (which reminds me, Ms Rachel Chia left for London for studies! HAV FUN! get a brit accent!!)

Hakuna Matata

Spend a good long time,
Sitting under a tree;
Thy pride bows to none,
Save thy own philosophies;

It is a dog,
A Mangy mutt;
But it sticks well,
To proper ones, but-
(Never an anarchist,
Or whispering fascist)

You trust only mind,
And history of experience;
Valuing a penny,
More than the 99 cents;

There have been many,
Who philosophise existence;
It is a sought plague,
The bringer of pestilience;

It has decieved,
And created heroes;
From the ends of infinity,
To depths of zero;

But there are some,
We would follow;
Hakuna matata,
Never hopeless shall thou wallow;

Never long to be a wreck,
For too long;
Be clear and bright,
And sing the song:

For it truly is,
A wonderful phrase;
It shall come to last ye,
For many sad days;

So say it now,
Hakuna matata;

(not all philosophy,
Is problem free)

I Think I'm Back

Lemme check.

Legs-check
Arms-check
Fat-check (damn)
Rhyme-check

K, I AM here...

I've been a BIT lazy to update...thats all...just slow and all, life.
Plus, my rhymes slowed down, (damn you O level studying).

ON the brighter notes,
Ive been accepted in to Ngee Ann Poly, through DPA...!!!

Nothing else bright note...the rest are in minor or flat...

The hammer hasn't dropped (is that good or bad?), I think the hand forgot about letting go.
So, there, Im worrying (or hoping?) for nothing.

I'm still nowhere in a breakthrough, save in a blues rhythm, to which I present this next work.
(it starts with that Oh So Shakespeare line)

Shakespeare, In E Minor

Shall I compare thee,
To a summers day;

I find it hard to,
In the howling winter;
Away the birds flew,
With the trees and their splinters;

I cannot hear myself,
The blizzard blocks me out;
Standing alone, on an ice shelf,
Till my throat is hoarse, I shout;

Then through the slush, I pull,
A half-dozen strands, full;

To the edge of my hip, I bind;
And the other ends, to a stick I find;

I run my fingers down,
And produce a clear note and sound;

A melody, of rhapsody,
A tranquil fantasy;

I crow my hoarse tongue,
Through cracked lips I sung;

The song and sound, finer,
My blues in E minor;

Holidays? What Holidays?

The whole holidays just passed without me noticing it.
Just like that!
*snap*

And Ive done NO work. Ive written my name on a few, but otherwise, I cant bring myself to fucking WORK!!

Plus Im bored. The one PLUS this week, was I got Prototype. AWESOME GAME!!!
Here's some gameplay from a friend of mine. This got me into it.


SWEET RIGHT!?
I know...Thats why I got it.

So other than that, its BORING.
And in the back of my head, you still loom. I can't forever forget. And this probably is'nt the best time is it? ...I stutter and stammer. U probably are'nt even reading this! Just another hope that I pray to keep alive...hhah...laughter...I wonder what it really means now...I haven't felt a good laugh for a while...

Boredom

Bored,
Of the same things;
Adored,
By dead kings;

Time flows,
Past me fast;
Sparrows and crows,
Grin from the top mast;

My rhyme grows,
Sluggish and slow;
It clearly shows,
The unmasked foe;

My enemity,
With 'Nothing To Do';
Is familiarity,
Of the left foots' shoe;

I am bored,
To wits' end;
Badly gored,
Time does not mend;

Bored of play,
Bored of work;
Bored since May,
Bored of perks;

It seeps in,
Past my mind;
Like a sharp pin,
Piercing blind;

I move slow,
Act mellow;

I take my own sweet time,
Staring at the flowers on the vine;

I welcome thee,
To the kingdom,
Of boredom;