poetry&prose

Monday, February 21, 2005

分手快乐

分手快乐
我无法帮你预言委曲求全有没有用可是我多么不舍朋友爱的那么苦痛爱可以不问对错至少有喜悦感动如果他总为别人撑伞你何苦非为他等在雨中泡咖啡让你暖手想挡挡你心口里的风你却想上街走走吹吹冷风会清醒的多你说你不怕分手只有一点遗憾难过情人节就要来了剩自己一个其实爱对了人情人节每天都过分手快乐祝你快乐你可以找到更好的不想过冬厌倦沉重就飞去热带的岛屿游泳分手快乐请你快乐挥别错的才能和对的相逢离开旧爱像坐慢车看透彻了心就会是晴朗的没人能把谁的幸福没收你发誓你会活的有笑容你自信时候真的美多了

Saturday, February 19, 2005

004*random-lyrics

I just realized I write a lot of sadass short stories. With a LOT of blood, it's crappy I tell you.

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有谁能比我知道
you shui neng bi wo zhi dao
Who would know better than me

你的温柔像羽毛
ni de wen rou xiang yu mao
That your demure and gentleness is like a feather

秘密躺在我怀抱
mi mi tang zai wo huai bao
This secret is lying on my lap

只有你能听得到
zhi you ni neng ting de dao
Only you can hear it

还有没有人知道
hai you mei you ren zhi dao
Does anyone else know

你的微笑像拥抱
ni de wei xiao xiang yong bao
That your smile is like an embrace?

多想藏着你的好
duo xiang cang zhe ni de hao
How I want to hide your goodness

只有我看得到
zhi you wo kan de dao
So that only I can see it

站在屋顶只对风说
zhan zai wu ding zhi dui feng shuo
Standing on the roof, facing the wind saying

不想被左右
bu xiang bei zuo you
That I don’t want to be pushed around

本来讨厌下雨的天空
ben lai tao yan xia yu de tian kong
The sky used to hate to rain

直到听见有人说爱我
zhi dao ting jian you ren shuo ai wo
Until it heard someone say they love me

坐在电影院的二楼
zuo zai dian ying yuan de er lou
Sitting on the second floor of the movie theatre

看人群走过
kan ren qun zou guo
Watching the crowd walk past

怎么那一天的我们
zen me na yi tian de wo men
On the day, why did we

都默默的微笑很久
dou mo mo de wei xiao hen jiu
Smile quietly for so long?

我想我是太过依赖
wo xiang wo shi tai guo yi lai
I think that I am too dependant

在挂电话的刚才
zai gua dian hua de gang cai
After the phoneccall

坚持学单纯的小孩
jian chi xue dan chun de xiao hai
I persisted in acting like a naive child

静静看守这份爱
jing jing kan shou zhe fen ai
Silently guarding this piece of love

知道不能太依赖
zhi dao bu neng tai yi lai
I know that I can’t be too dependant

怕你会把我宠坏
pa ni hui ba wo chong huai
I'm afraid that you would spoil me

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Sadly, the chinese lyrics are much better than the english translation. Chinese words have much more meanings than a English word. Like Gone With the Wind - when it was showed in China, it was translated to a rather romantic word - Piao (Float). Smart, eh?
It's hard for me to respect my chinese culture yet it is still ingrained in me. Chinese words are really beautiful and yet I find myself a ignorant child, only to concentrate upon the english language. English may be universal but they have not the pictorial nor mysteriousness of a chinese word.

*sigh*

I think too much for a 13 year old (ALMOST!) girl.

Wednesday, February 16, 2005

003*pain&pleasure

It was like asking Michaelenglo to work with crayons.

His brow, dripping with the sweat of frustration.

He gritted his teeth together.

How long was his tolerance going to last?

So many things to do, yet so little time.

To help his little sister with her homework.

To mend his girlfriend's broken doll.

To finish his maths homework.

To block out his mother's nagging.

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He was looking at the blade he bought from yesterday.

The NTUC mart auntie had looked at him suspiciously.

As if she knew

A dangerous smile flitted to his lips.

It seemed so easy and yet it was so complicated at the same time.

Something that hovered between pain and pleasure.

He took a shuddering breathe and dragged one clean cut through the wrist.

It really hovered between pain and pleasure.

Pleasure for his inner pain dripping out in the form of crimson blood.

Pain for the physical pain which was throbbing and throbbing.

A few more cuts won't hurt, will it?

Tuesday, February 15, 2005

002*i bleed

Before I realized it - the whole room turned into tears.

It dripped down my eyes.

I ran. As far as I could.

I hid. To catch my breathe.

I took out the blade I've been hiding for ages.

Is this the moment where I will stop fighting?

It looked easy for the moment.

The blade shone - catching the light of the streetlamp.

I slash. And I slash.

Crimson blood flowed down, droplets of tears rained down my cheeks.

I slash. Again.

More blood flowed down.

Everything you've done to me, is just too much that time cannot erase.

Another tear fell.

I can't believe all the things you've done to me. After all I gave up for you.

My tears fell with the blood dripping.

I can't stop myself.

And I breathe.

I can see blackness flooding in.

My blood just keep dripping..

And I breathe.
No More.

001*vampyre

We'll start off with one of the early craps I wrote, eh? (yes, it sucks) :

I'm attempting to stop this thirst.

Night falls.

Shadows overlay. The chill in the air tingles through my skin. It excites me. I'm awake. I hear the restless sounds of those Who Wake. It's a symphony and a melody itself to me. Whispers softly echo in my head.

The figure lies upon those soft beds. It has been a few years since I've last slept on the nest which humans calls as the bed. But again, I have not been human for a few years. To deprive myself of the pain of humanity was the price I pay almost every night.

I like it when They surrender without struggle. It makes it more peaceful. I like it. But I never like it when tears fall from those eyes. It's the true essence of feelings. It does not touch me ever since I've chose my Way.

I can smell the vintage furniture. And the soft scent of flowers cuts through the air. I would wish to sleep again like a human in those room. But this is my Way and this will always be my Way. Light from the Moon bathes the room in its soft glow.

My skin is white and pure in the moon. Blood no longer pumps through those veins of mine. I have no use for them anymore. It's my Way. My lips, ruby red by night. I lick them, anticipating over tonight's.

I hear the breathing of the figure. I catch my breathe, though I have none. Oh, what will I give up nothing more than to have you? Hunting and hauting you forever, for you are always mine.

Oh, my long lover of Past. My Human emotions have made tears fall off those eyes of mine. Wretched human feelings. But ever since I've chosen this Way, I have no fear and no emotion. Oh, why have you left me that day? I feel memories of a life which ceased to exist filling into the core of my brain.

Is this why I came here?

As quickly as the memories flood, I regretted them immediately. I have not came here for Revenge, but merely a chance to Feed. Your scent is just too Familiar and it was the scent I've lived with, through all these months. I can taste the Longing in my throat and heart.

Carefully, I kneeled next to my peaceful Lover. I inhale deeply and I picture those deep crimson blood, those sweet blood that I have longed for after so many years. The exhilaration. The rapture! Oh. What would be a Sin of me, if I were to have those sweetness down my thirsty throat.

The moment has came. The time has came. I glance longingly towards this never forgotten Lover of mine. He who had been Unfaithful and broke those my precious Defences.

Growling, I drank.

And drank.