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If only if only

random thoughts:

softly into the night a tenderness fades
quietly so, let me dream
hope is such a dreadful thing.
O alas if only if only, again again
if only the wind could turn us back
for it is kindness that fate does lack.
if only you could read my woeful heart
if only me you could grasp.
for though breaking dawn might end this dream
it is a lifetime that my heart shall love.

A string of words; a world apart

random thoughts:

O the words they awake at night
to comfort me with a troubled mind.
to sleep! to sleep! and how it cry
alas words are but a short respite.

But how my heart it loathe these words
for vicious they are,
for they tear apart
without mercy this joining of hearts.

- perhaps it is fate that the heart should curse

叶玲曲

A chinese piece. now, who would have expected that? haha. it's more like the lyrics to a chinese song. But hey, my chin-na ain't that high-level ya.

<<叶玲曲>>
一年了好像回到起点
爱了您也爱了第三回
毫无答复地负出真情
这感觉比爱过更痛苦
你知道吗 ?
或许你不会了解吧
你也该听过这句话
不顾天长地久只在乎曾经拥有
连那一刻都没有的人又算什么?

A glimmer out at sea

random thoughts:

i spot a glimmer out at sea.
over glittering gold
the morning sun took a peek.
O a sigh for this woeful heart
the glimmer it yearns
yet it has but Poseidon's sea.

A sigh is found 'tween seasons lost

Crap. The new sch semester just started and I have no mood to think of what to write. How typical ya? I did managed to produce something today though it's plainly for the sake of it. Here it goes...


scurry now flee!
it chases with glee.
wake me not
the heart's lost,
let me sleep
day has spoken
night is gone.

Seems to be a recurring theme recently, I should work on a complete piece soon. Maybe. =P

This Side Of Paradise

I have been reading This Side Of Paradise, a book by F. Scott Fitzgerald about the intellectual awakening of a young man which stangely mirrors mine. But I wonder maybe it's the same for many for us. While reading the book i realized that i have not "chronicled" my daily life/thoughts in a "poetic" form for a long time. It was something i used to do often and with ease but it seemed as though i had lost my muse along the way. Anyway, thought i shall give it a shot here - An afterthought from reading the book.


To begin, here's a quote from the poem from which the title of the book was derived.

"Well this side of paradise!
There's little comfort in the wise."
-Rupert Brooke


a rhyme to me to take a whiff
oh how then shall i begin this piece
to pose albeit with modern flair
a sigh is found 'tween seasons lost
but a ruse the scent of air

bemoan the heart that has to thread
upon streets sterile without regret.
ah! but look! those wavering lights
that clamour so for winter snow
let this heart stay or let it go.

follow this walk to where winds are lost
where wanton dreams and yearning lie
across the fields this side of paradise.
a fork alas so banal yet the heart must choose
oh! i've tried! to pose albeit with modern flair.