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writing is a form of THERAPY

You are there. I am here. And I am thinking.

I am thinking about you. About me, too. I wonder by any chance, you might be thinking about me, too.

But you're not. So here I am collecting mind dust. It might not be the best of things to do, but it is something.


about Summer

Sagittarian . Cantonese . dreamer . emotional . Singapore . hugs . dolls . anti-social . soft-hearted . read . sleep . coffee . gelato . french . blur queen . cinderella . games . cute stuff . japanese food . anything white .


i like Quotes

I wish I was a little kid again...skinned knees are easier to fix than broken hearts.

I dropped a tear in the ocean - when I find it is the day I'll stop loving you.

If I could rearrange the alphabet I'd put "u" and "I" together.


bits & pieces

bloggie About Reads Reference Recipes



Written In Her Name, please do not Steal


Dreams

today's topic is on a person's dream,
of some just able to touch the rim,
while others have had their dream came true,
i came to think of mine, unbelievable but real..

i realised that when i said a "dream person",
it begins with a smile, then ends with a frown,
what if i'm not her dream person then,
are we still able to live till the very end??

as they always said: fight for the things you want,
but they neva realised the fact that u're not her one,
wat's the point of having high confidence,
when she's not even looking at ur direction..

i hope for the day she understands,
and accept me for who i am,
dreams, dreams, dreams, it's hard to hold,
no wonder they woke up, feeling so unreal..


Love

let today's topic be about love,
love is about giving without returns
something which i realli like to hear,
and also something which i realli fear..

i hear the laughters, praises and joyful tears,
i fear the quarrels, miscommunication & bitter sadness,
i'm not sure when can the poems turn,
before my poems changes to a cheerful turf..

i hope i realli din made u sad,
it's a feeling u may neva have,
feeling lonely though with friends,
wonder when the bitterness gonna end..

i must say, to you, i appreciate,
allowing me to write these days,
i haven written like this for some time,
feelings which i always kept in mind..

thinking abt worlds apart,
felt like u're like a gem un-cut,
raw, scratchless, and just so beautiful,
unlike me, i'm just so like a fool..

yesterday i spent my time,
thinking if i shld still continue to write,
i dun wan you to see the side of me,
the vulnerable tired side that u will see...

it's been long my poems stand so strong,
but sometimes my inspiration got so wrong,
neva had anyone appreciating them,
wonder what's in u that encourages me to write then..

seeing u enjoying every single one of them,
makes me hope they'll neva end,
when one is always on ur mind,
ur motivation neva sinks but always rise..

love cannot be counted and compared,
it's a path together with things we share,
just one sentence before signing out,
u're a nice person, i jus can't live without..



Decisions

woke up today feeling warm and fine,
hope that yours is as gd as mine,
wanna start writing something with depth,
not rhyming rubbish that happens to be there..

we live our lives only once, my dear,
so stand up and live it to the fullest, yea?
though we may have done some silly mistakes,
but at the end of the day, they are to be paid..

whatever decisions we make in now,
definitely affect our lives somehow,
there bounds to be some consequences,
be it good or bad, it's a point that he faces..

this is truly an inspiring poem from me,
it's about the decisions we make in life, u see,
started since the day we walk,
how many wrong decisions we had popped??

wine tastes alkaline when it's left open too long,
just like the decisions we thought of, all along,
as time goes by, the thought turns sour,
in the end, decisions were made which are not ours.,

when decisions went wrong,
we blame others,
but if we had been as solid as rock,
will the pain be less or forever long..

gotta go now, let me knoe,
how u think of this poem,
it's realli written from me, i swear to you,
starting to appreciate the appearance of you..


Friends

let today's topic be abt friends,
pretty interesting, how's bout tat??
may i knoe what do u think of friends,
ppl who are there when u in need then?

"i'll be there for you, my friend",
millions have said that, yes they can,
words are sounds with alphaberts,
truly, no one helps when u're in trouble..

friend is one thru thick & thin,
smiles when u felt life was ending,
cries when u're unwell and sickly,
knocks some senses when u're jus plain silly..

bad friends u may have met some rite,
how many of them stayed by ur side,
it's pretty comical actually as well,
if they had, wouldn't ur life be upside down?

ultimately to me, friend is one,
a noun which we realli can't define,
no words can describe a friend to you,
only feelings & e hardships u guys hav been thru..

i'm pretty lucky to have met a few,
people whom i can trust and rely too,
the poet rite here hinting you,
he's one you can also count on too.. ^_^v

here's a song i sing to you,
hope one day, it may just come true,
by bon jovi, "I'll be there for you,"
these 5 words, indeed, i swear to you..

an inspiration for me to write a song,
a song i want the world to hold on,
one which is for yours truly,
a song indeed for a true beauty.

wonder how many poems i've written,
it'll be great if they can be returned,
then i'll put all of them in a book,
and i'll give it a title as "Only for You".


Late at Night

afraid that u might not be able to sleep,
so came up at this time to take a peek,
see if u're already sleepy and drowsy,
read the blog which fills with mystery..

if ur heart is afraid of breaking,
close ur eyes and set ur heart to the seeing,
if ur dream is afraid of waking,
let me knoe, i'll enter softly and quietly..

if ur soul is afraid of dying,
let it go and let it free,
if it returns, it's then meant to be,
if it doesn't, no point forcing it..

if a heart neva learns to love,
it'll be having christmas without lovely doves,
if a dream neva takes a chance,
why dun u lend me, i'll return u with one..

if ur soul neva learns to live,
living as though u're walking off the cliff,
reach out ur lovely hands to me,
let me walk you, safely in..

from now on, just let me be,
the pair of eyes for ur heart to see,
from now on, let me hold and take you,
on a magic carpet ride to ur fairytale..

from now on, let my soul walk with yours,
let's learn from each other thru knocks and falls,
from now on, let us knoe each other,
let me lift you, when u meet ur hurdles..


Choices

let our topic today be about choices
a subject which will make us shrudder
is it good to have so many options
or are we awaiting ultimate destructions?

If God now gives me 2 choices,
To meet you now or much later,
I wish i met you much earlier,
That now i write "us" as "together".

Dreamt of you last nite, you see,
Can't believe it & u shall see,
Dreamt of an angel dressed in pink,
Saying a prayer like how u did..

She told me: kel, do not sleep,
Sing me a lullaby when it's time to sleep,
Play me all the music you eva know,
Let me hear your "yes" not "no"..

Just when i had cleared my throat,
Turned around to find her gone,
Woke up in cold sweat at a loss,
Shld i msg or shld i call..

Did neither and waited till dawn,
Can't sleep, kept looking at my phone,
wondering if u're nicely sleeping along,
while i stayed up the whole night long..


Sorry

let today's topic be about saying sorry
when it's supposed to ease the misery
however to me, it's a silly word
which will not ease the painful hurt..

a girl rejects the love from the boy
she said sorry, he almost lost his voice
to him, she was the best of the world
but to her, he's probably not gd enough for her..

"sorry" can neva heal a soul
it jus knocks out the other party cold
when the cold numbness starts setting
that's when the tears will start flowing..

when she actually say "sorry"
she thot the best of the other party
but when he starts pestering
that's when the anger does come in..

then she flared up and said she's busy
dare her again, she'll get crazy
this poem perhaps is useful
for sweet girls like her, to reject YOU..

summer knoes what's best for her
if not, "fatty" will be waiting right here
dun take her friendship for granted
and dun self-pity jus bcos she's soft-hearted

u can try and go after the pretty summer
but dun be an idiot if u can't get her
currently there's a cute "fatty" here
who makes her smile when i appear..


Life

let today's topic be the cycles of life
where the old ones moan and the young ones cry
it all started with a newborn crying
it will end with his family surrounding

the cycles of life begins when we're born
we cry hard while the others joy
parents dropped their buckets of tears
i'm a cute little thing, they sounded sure

we made them sad
when we're bad
we were naughty
and those were the days

now, we're learning to be good
loving my parents i hope u too
dun wanna wait till i regret
by then it could be too late

then it's comes to the sad ending
our lives slowly seeps us in
as they say, just rest in peace
bring ur life to another cycle of life.


Endings

let today's topic be about endings
an idea i've always got it running
endings can real happy or sad
for me, sad is mostly what i had.

i'm neva ready for departure
neither can i ever had it pictured
i've ended tons and tons of things
but why it's you i'm always thinking.

have we heard the swan song now
when things are dying around us
it's looking forward to hearing you
it's worrying if we quarrel too

i dun mind ending with nothing at all
perhaps u wudn't be sad afterall
have u been thinking of me all day long
cos in my mind, it's running images of you all along.


The Door To My Heart

you shall knoe who..
how i had remember..
first time i met you
something so pure
...... and so true...

i'd never felt before
deep inside my soul
feeing is so strong
i had to realli control..

neva have i seen a girl
who's beauty shines upon my world
with her beautiful, tender, gorgeous face
looks so good, throbbing my heart to race

someone with prettiest, sparkling, dazzling eyes
make me wonder if she's from somewhere high
if i'm saint, she must be angel, people will think
stop our conflicts some day so our mind will link

today i've seen that girl
who's sweetness is now trembling my world
with her biggest, kindest, sweetiest pure heart
nobody can stop me swearing never to part..

u knoe who, this nicest girl i've ever met
who makes me feel great, for sure, that's a bet..
hope she'll pick me up when i'm falling down,
was proven many timesm, when i did a frown..

alas... someone i can talk to, somebody i can trust
someone who will stay in my life and will not rust..


More to come..