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#81 fefe 鸽子

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Posted 17 April 2012 - 02:02 AM

in school, we're reading the "lord of the flies" right now and your poem really reminds me of it =) good job! i like the last stanza most
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Posted 17 April 2012 - 01:06 PM

in school, we're reading the "lord of the flies" right now and your poem really reminds me of it =) good job! i like the last stanza most


Thanks as long I keep getting inspiration it helps me put my thoughts down on paper. We should talk about your music but I like to keep it private, okay?

Silent Battle


Soldier is what they call me

Creeping in plain sight

Fatigues are my glory

Fortitude is my might

Lie like a river

Spread wide as the sea

To tell tales and stories

About little ‘ole me


Coward is what they call you

Creeping in the night

guerrilla is your glory

tactics full of fright

From the sidelines you seethe

between your teeth

wishing my shoes fit yours

oh pity thee


Warrior is what they call me

Treading high waters deep

My heart bleeds purple

Amongst your inequity

Riding high along the waves

Of tranquility

Your heart pumps black

In misery


Spineless is what they call you

Slithering low to the ground

You prey on the weak

Who nary makes a sound

You bolster yourself

with beats on your chest

Pounding away

Your insecure breath


Speak now or forever hold your peace

Only a thief would try an steal from me

Should I take it as... flattery?

That you wish to live... vicariously?


Champion is what they call me

Roaring through the sea

High on the food chain

With no wants or needs


Strength is the nature of the soldier in me

While the warrior inside fights quietly


Go ahead, be my guest

take your licks

Does it make you feel better

When I don’t flinch?


Silence is my weapon

Word is my bond

This one has been tested

The battle has been won….



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Posted 17 April 2012 - 10:42 PM

this is a slightly cliched poem i wrote a while back

in the world of dreams

land of wishes

the girl and the boy

fates entwined

together for eternity

walking into the sunset

silhouettes of love


in the real world

the girl is asleep

subconsciously

begging the boy to stay

but knowing love can not be forced


i really need to start writing more often

We should talk about your music but I like to keep it private, okay?

ok =)
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Posted 19 April 2012 - 05:56 PM

Morning Glory

Do you feel me
like I feel you?
Do you shiver at my touch
Does your blood rush
Do you sit back and wonder
How’d I get this luck?
‘cause I feel you
Like you feel me
Palpations rise
When I look in your eyes
Eyes that won’t cry
Lips that won’t lie
love that won’t die
There’s no other to share our story
A book with no end
A love that will stand
No test is needed when it comes to us
Our love is strong, this you can trust
So glide within my sugar walls
As your glory becomes enthralled
Pressing deep until I cannot speak
Intoxicatingly commanding me
I feel you like you feel me
Savoring every calorie
How’d it taste?
Are you complete?
Is this what it feels
When two souls meet…

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Posted 21 April 2012 - 05:33 PM

Are humans greedy for wanting to live
even though it's impossible?
the others know what is there to have
what is there to be dreamed of
what is out of reach.

But is it bad for us to want?
to show the world that we deserve more?
I can not accept fate
I can not just give in to the fact
that this is my life
without trying to change the rules.
I can not just know my place
and stay in my place
but is that really greed?

Why is it that humans are never satisfied
always believing they can have the world
even though it tortures us to know it can not be?
Why does this greed plague us, and only us?
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Posted 12 May 2012 - 07:53 PM

i write poems in bed, when i'm supposed to be sleeping...that's when i can hardly think straight
here's my newest one

the figure radiating

shining bright

my heart can not deny

my will can not defy

the power

the urge

surging forth

rolling waves

crashing waves

coming forth

drawing the temptations


"come to me"

the breeze whispers

calling with the sensations

tinging with passion

luscious beauty

sweet melody

emanating

echoing with the lightning

a streak of magic

pleasure for one's delight

"come at me"

ferocious trap of wonder


stepping in

giving in

at once submerged

forever gone

finally peace


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Posted 14 May 2012 - 02:02 AM

Very well done!...I felt like I was reading a romance novel...I love love of unmeasurable...intoxicating and I felt it was in this.

I actually felt the feelings coming through the words...Great job!
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Posted 26 May 2012 - 04:33 PM

recently, i've become obsessed with writing poetry again

Frozen Memories

black and white pictures
evidence of my existence
swaying from the cobwebs
all interconnected.

to the world
i'm only one
to the people
a nameless soul.

time is at a standstill
no more memories
frozen as pictures
hanging from the ceiling
smiling down at me.

i'm only an extra
a smudge in the background
trying to enter these lives
but stopped at the plastic frame.

a one way barrier
that i can not break
the only test
impossible for me to pass.

the pictures fade
my existence diminishes
the other world brightens
i become the past.
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Posted 30 May 2012 - 07:05 PM

Wow, great job you guys!

When will I become good at writing poems?

Edited by Ait Wang, 30 May 2012 - 07:06 PM.

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Posted 30 May 2012 - 07:10 PM

When will I become good at writing poems?


Right away when you write your next poem!
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Posted 08 June 2012 - 10:00 PM

This is to Oboy Posted Image Posted Image

Like a Sun makes
shining pearls
to a edge of the wave

You make them
inside me

Like a rythm of waves
pearls are dancing
in me

And when the pearls
you sent
find their way
to my lips

I am in halove

©LovelyLie

And of course I hope that halove does not have any common meaning, just paired 2 words together.
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Posted 09 June 2012 - 12:26 AM

^ i likey =)
i like how you use the metaphor of a pearl. it reminds me of oysters, even though it has nothing to do with the poem

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Posted 09 June 2012 - 06:24 AM

^ i likey =)
i like how you use the metaphor of a pearl. it reminds me of oysters, even though it has nothing to do with the poem


Thanks Posted Image Maybe it means it is time to write about oysters Posted Image

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Posted 15 June 2012 - 08:54 PM

This is about my ex... I am still always stunned because of him Posted Image

When you open a door
Your sparkles step in first

Air gets multiple colors
Your sparkles float in the air

I want to catch them
One by one

I breathe them in me
To getting your stunning energy

Your aura makes a circle around you

That is like a sparkling greedy black hole
calling and sucking me in

I have no will power
I am on your mercy

And when our energies crashes together
Hurricane mixes our lips
©LovelyLie
OoooohhhHHHHHHH.... The Lips..... Posted Image

Edited by LoveMeLie, 15 June 2012 - 09:18 PM.


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Posted 03 July 2012 - 01:26 AM

I wrote a poem. It's called "Father To Son". My friend actually gave me this idea, and I just wrote about it. Hope you guys like it Posted Image


Father To Son


I don't know what happened that day in the E.R..

I don't know if I rejoiced or cried when your birth lead to your mother's death.

I don't know if I was able to handle the news

When your doctor spoke, each and every single word drapes over me with a curtain of sorrow

My hands were trembling, my face was in despair, my heart divided into two

For once, my emotions fled from my soul like water sprouting from a broken pipe

I don't know, if I will be emotionally capable of raising someone who has made me lose...a very special someone

I don't know if this will work out or how if I do in fact decide to raise you

I don't know


A child deserves two parents, two of his own parents.

I cannot give you that.

I don't know how to give you motherly love

I don't know how mothers tenderly look in their child's eyes

I don't know how mothers are able to use their words of encouragements to bring a child's spirit back up from the dead

I don’t know how mothers carry an entire first aid kit to a child's soccer game just for a scratch or some knicks

I don't know how mothers are able and willing to go all the trouble, to bake a birthday cake, to wake up in the middle of the night and comfort her child because of his nightmare, to keep track of ever winding schedules, to pack endless bags after bags of lunches.

I don't know how mothers can go through all that just for that one smile in the end.

I don't understand.


Maybe that's because I will never make a good mother

To speak the truth, I thought about the easier option, to abandon you.

Like this chapter of my life never existed

To start over

Somewhere new, where these memories will scavenge every corner, every street but would never able to find me

To rewrite my life

To forget my responsibilities

To forget you


But, the first moment I looked into your crying eyes--those "windows to the soul", I saw something that struck me hard

I saw your mother

My face went from a blank page of expressions to being embellished with crystalized tears

They slid down my wrinkled face and splattered on your beautiful soft, white skin

The white skin, like a blank slate, that has the potential to be something beautiful--something marvelous.


I realized, you are your mother's son and always will be. I saw why she had made the sacrifice to bring you into this world

The sacrifice to abandon me with you in this lonely world

I saw the love, the true motherly love that strikes my heart and tugs at my old skeletons of bones


Although I do not know a lot of things

I know that I made a promise to those eyes, that I will raise you

For you, represent you mother's proudest accomplishment.

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Posted 17 August 2012 - 11:48 PM

Outside the same black cat
Walks back and forth across the street
Day in day out
Like it can't make up its mind
What to do with me in the daylight

And Inside what I call my home
The psychic lady hates me again
Then wants another hug
She changes her mind a lot at night
And it rains a lot here then too
But like everything
It only lasts a minute
Outside our windows
Down against the roof

It's never too black at night
The sky just turns a softer darker shade of blue
And if you look hard
You can still see the clouds
As they go drifting on
Back behind around the eyes
Lost in a chant somewhere
Sometime it will all be due
But now it passes
Good luck bad luck
I'm young
It doesn't matter so much to me
As long as it's something new.

I was in jail again last night
Seems like I'm always getting locked up
I roam the streets at night
My greatest fights are when I get knocked down
And get back up
And back up
And back up

But I'm down again in jail
Singing drunkenly into my arm
And you know it's bad
When you can recognize a cell
When the white paint on the bricks is familiar
But you're still a stranger to yourself.
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Posted 18 August 2012 - 01:26 AM

i'm not sure if this is a very very very short story, or a poem...anyways

Killer


From afar, I could see the boy.


His last glance.

His eyes, in my mind even when I close mine.

They were so happy, full of hope.

They hid his past; nothing could wipe away what he has seen.

But he was a boy, my boy, just a boy.

He wasn’t a killer.


Bombs were everywhere, buildings falling, people falling.

Dust was everywhere. The dust.

But I could still see him. Walking away, into the dust.

Hand on his gun, ready to shoot, like he has been trained to do.


No amount of hiding, running, could let him escape his past.

They kept coming. Leaving trails of blood and dust.

He kept walking, my beautiful boy, to face what he has been avoiding.

For me, he said.

Once more to end it all, he said.

He wasn’t a killer. He would kill to prove that.


His hair, his face, his smile.

His leather jacket, his gun. It meant protection.


He left to protect, and now he’s gone.

Dissolved in the dust.


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Posted 18 August 2012 - 02:08 AM

I don't know, man...(I'm ZeurasianZ)

Here's long poem I wrote about Charles Whitmann. I made it private. I don't know why. I'm going to start exposing myself again. That's what I hate about poetry. Hey, it's all an illusion anyway, right? (I couldn't even bear to make myself listen to this - I still haven't).



Here's another long tweaked out one (usually not my style - I like the short poems- don't ask)

www.youtube.com/watch?v=ygPcrFInkJo

Here's one more style
www.youtube.com/watch?v=pD0bzliv_LQ

Edited by Anime_X, 18 August 2012 - 05:10 AM.
only 1 vid per post and please avoid making offensive remarks.


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Posted 13 January 2013 - 01:39 PM

Wow, this forums really taken off since last i was here. Great to see what everyones been coming up with. I just finished playing the Campaign for Assassins Creed Revelations, and it gave me an idea for a poem. First one I've finished in months! So I thought I'd share it here. . . .


- The Lost Ones -

"We, the sacred few,
bound by a truth,
known only to those who believe,

It is into our hands,
and within our minds,
that we are trusted,
with knowledge untold

Years lost forever,
legacies erased,
names, faces, lives,
given as a gift,

But what are we to do?
Where are we to go?
How are we to feel?
When are we to speak?

We the sacred few,
who were cast out,
mistrusted, unforgiven,
sifting through the ashes

But still we toil,
and long do we build.
From the early morning sun,
to the darkest night

That our lives,
and the lives of those before us,
can live on,
and tell our story,

One of great struggle,
of sadness and pain.

One of triumph,
of love and courage,

One without fear,
one without doubt,
one without defeat,
one without end,

Take what you can,
and cherish what you cant,
live for yourself,
yet give unto others,

Brothers, sisters,
scholars of fate,
walk the path you choose to tread,
and leave only footsteps behind."

Edited by AsianShadow, 13 January 2013 - 01:42 PM.

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Posted 17 January 2013 - 01:02 AM

wow. i really like the style and tone! its nice how you were inspired by a game...i've started writing poems inspired by dramas, but you won't understand it unless you watched it

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Posted 19 January 2013 - 05:55 AM

I don't know, man...(I'm ZeurasianZ)

Here's long poem I wrote about Charles Whitmann. I made it private. I don't know why.

Hey, ZeurasianZ, I wonder whom you want to read your poem when you put it in a private youtube clip, huh? It's really unfair for those who want to read it here (I'm one of thosePosted Image ).

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Posted 26 January 2013 - 08:00 PM

Here's a poem by Robert Frost that I like and memorized since the sixth-grade.

Frost Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert

Whose woods these are,I think I know
His house is in the village though
He will not see me stopping by,
To watch his woods filled up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer,
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake,
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake,
To ask if there is some mistake
The only other sounds the sweep
of easy wind and downy flake
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep
But I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep.
And miles to go before I sleep.

Edited by Trambeline, 26 January 2013 - 08:01 PM.


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Posted 01 March 2013 - 01:49 AM

I was kind of pissed when I wrote this =)

Can I just burn this world
and maybe
the problems will fly away

I'll be able to see through the smoke
eyes stinging
with the light from the fire

Then I'll be alone
in the charred ruins
with no worries
and no help

Everything will be
black with ash
not just myself
with no difference
and no need
to erase the dirtiness

And I'll finally be able to think
and love myself with hate

Optional line that idk if I should add: And I'll drown in the memory of you
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Posted 05 May 2013 - 03:41 PM

this poem was inspired by a video i watched in history class about the atomic bomb. according to the vid, the bomb has 3 phases. the first one is the bright light, where all the people are immediately evaportated

The pilot flies to the exact spot
the bomb is dropped.

The white hot light, liquid fire
can be seen from all over the world
and the last thing
seen by the people.
Maybe they didn't have a chance
to shut their eyes
against the light.
Didn't have the time
for agony
for loss
for their memories to flash past.
Could not even comprehend
before they evaporated.
Body, soul, and all
disappeared
devoured by the beast.
dispersed
flying with the ashes
covering the city
dark imprints of the life that had been.

The pilot sees the light
and lets out a sigh of relief.
He flies away
mission complete.
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Posted 21 July 2013 - 04:44 AM

Hey, ZeurasianZ, I wonder whom you want to read your poem when you put it in a private youtube clip, huh? It's really unfair for those who want to read it here (I'm one of thosePosted Image ).


What's up?

I was kind of pissed when I wrote this =)

Can I just burn this world
and maybe
the problems will fly away

I'll be able to see through the smoke
eyes stinging
with the light from the fire

Then I'll be alone
in the charred ruins
with no worries
and no help

Everything will be
black with ash
not just myself
with no difference
and no need
to erase the dirtiness

And I'll finally be able to think
and love myself with hate

Optional line that idk if I should add: And I'll drown in the memory of you



Nice.

I don't feel like I can write anything good
Anymore
Words seem so weak
Like the pictures I take
Nothing can grab hold
Of the dreams I make within.

But
I'm just being modest
I know I have it all
All things divided
I keep myself apart
So that when I sleep
It's in the shade
And when I wake
It's in the sun
And when I die
Everything will be together
Because I never stopped being
One.

(not part of poem)
What do I have to type
To get some action here
dolphin, dolphin, dolphin!!!

nihplod

How can I make it spell that special organ - what combo of letters?

kcoc

sinep

LOL!

kcid

Poem sucks. Might as well hug teddy bear and suck a tit.

Might as well hug a teddy bear
And suck a tit
I have a loaded gun
I wonder if it will fit

And when we're thru
You'll wish I never met you

And after a week
You'll wish I never left you

So I'm coming home
Baby
Make sure the fridge is stocked

(End)


Your turn Fefe

It's your turn fefe
I see you hiding at the bottom
Don't worry
You won't land on it...

I'm angry
So much anger deep inside
Burning
The world is no place to hide

Not a single poet
To do me in
All are hiding
Deep within

What they call themselves
A shell for a life
Crawling
day by day
day by day
day by day

What will you do
When it's your day to die

Hey, ZeurasianZ, I wonder whom you want to read your poem when you put it in a private youtube clip, huh? It's really unfair for those who want to read it here (I'm one of thosePosted Image ).


I'm waiting!

Well I guess coming back was waste of time. Nothing going on here. Sayonara.
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Posted 22 July 2013 - 03:56 AM

I'm tripping on cornbread
I had a big breakfast
Now I'm full for life

Because I'm tripping on cornbread
With maple syrup and butter
I cook it in the oven
Before the syrup and the butter
Are applied

I love to trip on cornbread
Golden brown
Sometimes even a squeeze of lemon
On my cornbread
On my passion for cornbread

I'm the only one who really knows...
Cornbread.

Chinese Food

As a young child
As an adolescent
Even as a young man
Something haunted me
Stalked me like a whoring ghost
The Chinese cannot possibly eat this sh*t
They would die at 35
What do the Chinese really eat
So I went to China town and fell in love with a wanton

This wanton was delicate
It felt so tender
As it moved into my mouth
Oh, mother
Oh, father
Sister and brother
I wish I could have given you one of these wantons
There was no grease at all
And the dough was light like paper

And only years later
Did I come to realize the awful truth
That lay behind this wanton of mine
And the other countless
Delicious wantons now behind me
Like the lost beauty
Of your best forgotten dream

The truth, my friends
Nothing but the truth...

The Chinese communists had hatched a plot
In 1937
While Mao swam as a fish
In the countryside
They had decided on something so brilliant
It could only be sinister

The Americans would be killed with grease
By strange new American forms of Chinese food
American meaning death
Death forms
Forming death parties
Takeout homicide
Takeout homicide
Takeout homicide

Who needs bombs and bullets
When you can use grease and MSG

Where is that wanton of mine
I've lost my f**k*ng wanton!

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Posted 22 July 2013 - 04:53 AM

Indian Buffet

On Saturdays
When I go to my Indian Buffet for brunch
It's all I can eat
Of course
But being me
Means
I must do something different
Some might even say
Slightly strange

I dress up as a Mexican gardener
Don't laugh or get upset
I had to get this off my chest
It has started to effect my sleep

I think I'm pretty safe
Disclosing my secret at an asian forum
Especially in a poetry thread
No one hardly reads
Thank God!
But you never know where an angry Mexican
With a chip on his shoulder
Ready to take offense
May lay in wait to bushwhack you
With an opinion

And besides it's really a compliment
It's a sign of my love for THE MEXICAN PEOPLE!
Please be quiet
And don't cause another scene
I have had enough scenes already
I am begging you...

Please!

I do this
So I can sit across from the always full table
Of Mexicans
Like a bastard child
A possibly retarded member
Of their landscaping crew
Who knows he is welcome to tag along
But a privileged seat
Is just not for him
It's just not in the cards
Not in the entire deck
For he is not a real bonafide
Macho Mexican Man
He will never
Ever be a chosen one
A warrior of the weed whacker clan

And he lives with it
Warmly
For he is gentle and dumb

And so I sit eating alongside them for hours
Sometimes 5 hours in all
The entire brunch nodding my head at the wall
My Face is now expertly timed
To the beat of a spanish punchline
And so
When they laugh
I smile big and wide
At the bricks
Above the gaze
Of the frowning Indian owner
Who watches from his cash register
Gazing at the piles of bones
Like pyramids growing around us
Ten dollars!
He thinks
I hate those Mexicans
He thinks
Especially that one over there

And I know he doesn't have a clue
Nobody does
Because no one ever says anything to me at all
As I smile big and wide
Nodding at the wall
For hours and hours
They buy my act
I know this because no one will even look me in the eye!

Every Saturday I get away with it
Because I'm so skilled
No one knows
Even though
I have blonde hair
And blue eyes
Hahaha
They all must be crazy
Not to have figured it out
By now!

Edited by Xavierwise, 22 July 2013 - 04:58 AM.


#108 fefe 鸽子

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Posted 28 July 2013 - 02:28 PM

Your turn Fefe

It's your turn fefe
I see you hiding at the bottom
Don't worry
You won't land on it...

whaat...i'm so confused. lol i didn't read all of your poems

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Posted 29 July 2013 - 09:51 PM

I've been composing haiku :D Here are two I dabbled in the cab this morning :)

The Polack lady
is dirty and reek of sh*t.
Utterly useless.

A knife to your throat.
A feeling of well being.
Don't make that sad noise.
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Posted 31 July 2013 - 09:19 AM

whaat...i'm so confused. lol i didn't read all of your poems



We're all waiting, toots

I've been composing haiku Posted Image Here are two I dabbled in the cab this morning Posted Image

The Polack lady
is dirty and reek of sh*t.
Utterly useless.

A knife to your throat.
A feeling of well being.
Don't make that sad noise.




Nice and hard...



I have you up against the wall
You know you want it all
Harder and thicker and longer then you can take
Baby you're not the only fake

We can make it sweet too

Up on the daisy's
Walking bye
See you
Notice the eye
Granddaughter already forsaken
By history
I love you so much
And you loved me
But that man that god
What was it
That forsaken you
ME....

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Posted 17 August 2013 - 01:05 AM

I've been composing haiku Posted Image Here are two I dabbled in the cab this morning Posted Image

The Polack lady
is dirty and reek of sh*t.
Utterly useless.

A knife to your throat.
A feeling of well being.
Don't make that sad noise.


oh, that was quite harsh, but i actually like it. did something happen before you got into the cab?

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Posted 20 August 2013 - 11:02 PM

oh, that was quite harsh, but i actually like it. did something happen before you got into the cab?


Thanks! No not really, I got the idea for the first one from a lady who tried to sell me flowers.
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Posted 21 August 2013 - 01:47 AM

We're all waiting, toots


i keep procrastinating. sorry!
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Posted 16 December 2013 - 04:20 AM

I wrote this a few months ago. And I just came across it when I was cleaning up my old phone. I don't think there's a meaning to this lol I was probably just scribbling words on my commute to work. I wrote it in Chinese, but here is a rather rough translation. I think it's quite funny !


Green red-haired alien.
Four legs to walk, one eye to see,
what girl wouldn't be nervous?
He invited me tonight for dinner

In his spaceship, spinning across the sky
bouncing up and down, skirting left and right.
Tasty little human being
You will be my dinner.

Wait, did Theresa Teng not die in Thailand?
Yes, but Jay Chou turned her to stardust last week.
Alien is jumping up and down and laughing.
Was he kidding all along?

Dook dook dook, is the sound he makes.
I think he's very cute like Kim Hyun Joong.
He said I'm too sweet to eat
Even for dessert.

A gentle kiss, a secret smile.
He grabs me with his tenticle arms.
The way a boyfriend holds his girl.
Yes, I'll be your's now.

Could I ask you for a dance?
We twirl three times to the right,
He spins me three times to the left,
Before I can kiss him he sneezes and I fall from the sky.

Tumbling and tumbling off the clouds,
Fly back and save me now!
He catches me just before I fall back to earth.
Please don't die, I don't want you to die.

But I must go back to planet X.
I hope you will remember me.
Next time you can come find me.
Spaceship ascends and many colors light up.

Skirt skirt skirt, skirting left and right
Bouncing up and down.
in the sky, in my heart
Red and yellow and pink and green
On this starry night.

Edited by eIaina, 16 December 2013 - 04:22 AM.





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