Saturday, November 04, 2006
The lips of a smile, unparted.
A stream of liquid silver to her chin.
And she feels that tingling sensation.
Like the one she feels when her hand is in yours.
the night time dream of dreams un-dreamt.
the sorrow on her brow is yet to go.
She hears the worry calling her to rest,
And yet the silver illusions blind her from the truth
Who would immure her tender silver locket?
The melody within, a silent tune.
It captured the very halycon
and it released an imbroglio from its depths.
the wrinkled past, a time left not forgotten.
When the locket was more than but a memory.
You see him in her tears like silver dust.
Each time she weeps, the silver locket sings.
hmm, was just reading my poems.
yeah.
i cant find a favourite.
cos i take pride in each i write.
so yeahhh.
oh no. i sense smth emo. gah.
sometimes, the strongest poem.
isnt the best written.
but the meaning.
what you feel when yu read it.
because of that value and meaning it has to you, it is the strongest poem.
yeah.
and i cannot stand it when people write pretentiously.
it's like.
it just makes you feel like they're trying to be like you.
they borrow lines.
well, maybe it's cos they've been inspires by your poems and in the process, sub-consciously write their own.
nvm. whatever the reason behind it.
whether it's just cos they're feeling emo or whatever.
it irks me.
OH WELLS.
i cant go around making things go the way i want them to.
i've realised.
heh.
i guess i've reached that stage where i cant be bothered.
i went shopping ytd!
at plaza sing.
zac, tabitha and i were three one hours before the time we were supposed to meet daddy.
so i took them around. took zac to the lego shop and spent like twenty minutes standing outside the shop and waiting for him.
i was people watching.
well, there was an unusually large number of hot guys. for some reason or other.
met isabelle, val and lynda too.
yeah.
then took them for dinner.
oh, i saw ben.
then daddy came so we met him
shopped more more more.
got a black and white stripy tote.
haha, ian or was it marcus.
TOTE bag.
then daddy told us the news.
and yeah.
of course i'm sad.
i'm freaking sad.
it's like so sudden.
and i love him so much okay.
and you're wrong if you think it's about some guy.it's not.it's more.and yeah.when my dad told me.i teared.what if something happens.i've never lost a loved one.i guess we cant hold on forever.and the tears i'm cryingaren't for pity.i'm sad.yeah.and everytime i think about it.i cry.what if.i need a hug. so bad.i just saw him last weekend.he was so happy.he gave me five dollars.like he always does.i love him.so much.and i've never told him.it's true.you dont realise how much smth means to you.until it's threatened.i keep telling myself.it's gonna be alright.its gonna be alright.it's gonna be alright.
sprinkled in glitter.
10:55 AM
