Writing a Poem

I stare at the paper
With nothing written on it—
Blank. Just like my mind.
And there I sit:
Resolute.

Unable to communicate,
I scribble some desperate words,
But to no avail,
For they form nothing.
Meaningless.

On the brink of emerging
My ideas hold back.
Inspirations inspire me to
Sit there with words,
Struggling.

Time and time again
I give up to forever
Come back and put
Pen on paper and
Succeed.

Wish

I wish upon a little star
That I could be an eagle,
Or maybe a little seagull.
Free to roam where I will,
Up in the blue sky—until
Life withers and dies,
But unburdened by a world of lies.

I wish upon a little star
That I could be always healthy,
Or maybe quite wealthy.
Never catching SARS,
And travelling in flash cars.
But when I grow old and die,
The world will never stop to cry.

I wish upon a little star
That I could be a tall mountain,
Or maybe a small fountain.
In which people can behold and admire,
As well as inspire.
The world around will eventually fall,
But I will stand just as tall.

Going, Going, Gone

In the beginning,
Non-existence is dying.
The world is spinning,
Soon, it will be going.

Life forms growing,
Slowly evolving.
But they too are dying,
And they are going.

Nature is decomposing,
Pollution is rising,
Death is increasing,
We are going.

Freedom is going,
Happiness is going,
Everything is going,
And I am gone.

Sea of Glooms

The plant,
A flower.

Spring comes,
It grows and blooms,
Shining brightly,
In a sea of glooms.

Summer goes,
It withers and dies,
Becoming dull and dishevelled
As the delicate petal flies.

Falling and falling.
Lifted by a gental breeze,
Breaking the calm surface of
A pond, sending ripples with eaze.

Time and time again,
The flower will relive
Its brilliance.
Blooming ever so magnificently.

In a sea of glooms.

I Wish I Could Grow Wings

I wish I could grow wings
And fly up to where the heaven sings.
Forever bounded by nature’s laws,
But never by that of humanity.
I want to fly up high and see
The blue jewel as it should be,
But I am already fully aware
That the world is wrecked beyond repair.

My freedom will only earn me more pain,
As high up in the sky, I see the world wane.
Humans are undeniably selfish,
Forever thinking about their own death wish.
Only now do they comprehend
The suffering they had caused to the land.
They say: seeing is believing,
But I do not want to believe what I am seeing.

What good is it being up high alone,
When the world below me turns to bone?
Happiness—I know I will have none,
If all I can do is stare at the sun.
So when the wings on my back swishes,
I would like to make a couple of wishes:
I not only wish my wings will lift me high above the sea,
I also wish my wings will lift humanity’s eternal misery.

A Secret Depression

The New Year has passed,
But the happiness will not last.
I feel utterly depressed,
And my mind harrassed
By what I have realised,
Which is not what I have idealised.

The shocking knowledge that
The truth was hidden under a hat,
And what I have so far achieved
Means that my visions will never be perceived.
Accompanied by grief and sorrow,
My life becomes ever so hollow.

A knife in my heart,
It is just the start.
To know that in order to succeed,
My efforts has to exceed.
But I can not bring my self to try harder,
Or even to see much farther.

My desperation is in vain,
But my thoughts will keep me sane.
All my dreams—shattered.
Not that it ever really mattered
To anyone else, or otherwise.
And now I have to live under disguise.

The pain and the suffering
That my leaving will bring
To everyone around me,
And, as far as I can see,
I cannot commit them, all the same,
To end a world of agony that I aim.

What is the point of life
When all I can feel is a knife
Driven deep into my soul
Bringing out all my woe?
Lying in my soft, warm bed at night,
I feel the cold tears blurring my sight.

But for all the good times that I had,
I think life is not all that bad.
It is only natural for there to be
A rollercoaster in my life’s misery.
I can now feel some purpose in my existence,
So I shall try harder to see into the tainted distance.

Dust

The heavy red awning fading
As the eye of heaven falling.
Dusk is drowned out by
City lights blaring in the sky.
Dust falls upon the earth,
Driving away the world’s mirth.
Driving me to break a cry,
But I shall let out just a silent sigh.

This is not the dust that I seek,
Or the waters that constantly leak.
I do not wish to be here
In a bright city lurking with fear.
I wish to be at a place where
The choking dust is bare,
And the sky is full of light
To illuminate this lonesome night.

As my wheels take me far away,
The dust in the sky lightly sway.
Chewing on a large bar of Mars,
I see the dust falling from the stars.
The whispy light dancing around
And the wondrous silence of sound.
O! What a starry night,
What a beautiful sight.

Evolution

The great burst of light,
O, so amazingly bright!
Fades away to pinpoints of light,
Hanging in the blanket of night.

The river beneath flows
As the searing heat goes.
The great beast woes
As the club of destiny blows.

The terror of night lashes,
The tool of men smashes.
Sensible lifeform dashes
As everything turns to ashes.

He descends upon our land
To see the sins off our hand,
To again make the fallen stand,
And turn paradise into sand.

Killed by a poison dart
And this is just the start.
The knife only made a cut,
But it was the bullet that ripped my heart.

Only an Observer

Have no fear, mortal ones
When air is none in your lungs.
I am not the extinguisher of life,
Nor am I black and weld a scythe.

Despair not of your brief being,
For you know not of my eternal suffering.
I am not simply black and white,
I am shades of grey in colourful light.

I offer you to consider my existence:
A being who practises absolute abstinence.
I am not without compassion,
But sadly, I can allow no emotion.

Have no fear when you come to me,
Rest assured you won’t be lonely.
I can offer you my collection of stories
Of Heaven and Hell and other glories.

I am only a passing observer,
But my duty is gruelling and forever.
I am the carrier of the truth you bend,
I am Death, the beginning of an end.

Invisible Wings

Fly my penguin. Fly!
Look at the stars in the sky,
White and light and bright,
What an amazing sight!
Yet they are so far away,
Is there life? Who can say?

But life is here, life is plenty,
Though each one a certain mystery.
Come on penguin let’s find out
What this puzzle is all about.
Bring your heart, bring your soul,
Bring your mind and you are good to go.

A million lives work for one
In throbbing darkness and they spun
An intricate web of life that powers
A sea of secrets among open flowers.
And unless you hold the golden key,
Every heart will beat differently.

Don’t give up and find the soul,
Don’t give up there’s lots to know.
The soul is deep and deep is the way
Where scars of loss and sadness lay.
But light and bright happiness is,
So guide them out from the deep abyss.

They will illuminate the truest door
Through fire and ice and so much more.
The light will lead to the purest mind
Which the invisible wings will delight to find.
Free the mind and you’ll have the heart—
A riddle for your mind to take apart.

Sorry penguin you cannot fly,
But don’t worry, neither can I.
We are not alone in this lonely world,
The mind that is free will have darkness killed.
So spread open your pair of invisible wings
And fly to where the eternal sunshine beams.

Lonely Shadow

A white shadow stands,
Lonely in its guise.
Held by unseen bands,
Its life frozen in ice.

Neglected this shadow is,
In this dark and desolate world,
On and on it lives,
Until its dream’s fulfilled.

By change a child wanders
Into this land so vile.
The shadow does wonders,
Igniting an eternal smile.

Winter comes and winter goes,
Shadow rises, shadow falls.
The river of its life now flows
On and on to a thousand shores.

The earth is once more deserted
Without its solitary shadow.
But in dreams it is created,
By many a forlonging fellow.

The snowman again lives
For all who believed in its goals.
An endearing smile it gives
To all the lonely souls.