What type of writer should you be?

You Should Be A Poet

You craft words well, in creative and unexpected ways. And you have a great talent for evoking beautiful imagery... Or describing the most intense heartbreak ever. You're already naturally a poet, even if you've never written a poem.

What Type of Writer Should You Be?

Silent Hours

In these silent hours
I sit and write

I delve into an existence
bigger than that of mine

the woes,
the trails and injustices
of a people, subject
to the insatiable desires of
mankind


faceless names,
mere words,
sketched scenarios
ink on paper
mere words,
which have the power to
change a person's life

Mere words

How much more
could mere words
guided by

love

transform

a person's life?

I would like to know.

hugging a lost shirt

The lost shirt
the owner has left
is hugged
close to the chest
of the man who
once knew the man

all that remains
is a lost shirt
for him to cling
on to
reliving the memories
trying to capture
the essence of
the person he once knew

The lost shirt
so thin, so weightless
so insubstantial.
The lost shirt

so precious

because it's
all that he has,

all he has

ever had

The mist is clearing

The mist is clearing
so why is my heart
so heavy
the mist is clearing
my eyes are opening
do i know anything
more now that all
that I've always felt
has been articulated
into facts that stare
at me in the face
low and gloaming

What can i do
what can i do?

Run away from a state
that will never change
quiet, be still
scamper on,
in the wheel they
make for you

make as if to protest
but idly watch
as another innocent they molest

as more and more
lies
are generated each day
in black and white
will we ever
wake up
or will we continue
pretending

that there is change?
nothing's changing
nothing will change
the air is stifling
but lay quiet
oh so quiet

there's only one gang
in town now
and the
gang bang
will reduce any man

to a pauper,liar,pariah...
for at least now,
we've got food, shelter, money
we've got safety
we've got all we ever need

safe in
our prison cells

we've got all we ever want




















"No Surprises"

A heart that's full up like a landfill
A job that slowly kills you
Bruises that won't heal

You look so tired and unhappy
Bring down the government
They don't, they don't speak for us
I'll take a quiet life
A handshake of carbon monoxide

No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
Silent, silent

This is my final fit, my final bellyache with

No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises please

Such a pretty house, such a pretty garden

No alarms and no surprises (let me out of here)
No alarms and no surprises (let me out of here)
No alarms and no surprises please (let me out of here)

So many have gone

So many have come and gone
how many more times
will i hear about
and see the people
that pass through
my life

disappear, depart, leave...

how many more times
will i see the passing
of another soul
from this earth
into eternity?

How many more times
can my heart take
the brokeness
that comes when
you give your heart to someone
and have them taken from you
How many more tears
can i shed
for a lonely heart
and why do i cry so much?

So many have gone
i cannot think
now, because

i just cannot think of

the ones closest
to me...
being taken away from me

being taken away

So many have gone
and everytime
i see another one go

I think of you.

From you to me

We all keep secrets
not big ones
just little things that we keep to ourselves
not one person knows these things, except yourself

little things that you don't think about
but you know in your heart
little things that you recognize
that you never feel the impulse to share with
anyone

Until you meet someone who cares enough to know
and then it just comes out on the spot

I've got a little secret

(which i cannot speak of)

Nobody knows what that means... to me.

it's a little secret.

And, We all keep secrets...



We all keep secrets
until the day

our hearts meet with

the person who cares enough

to want to know and then,
The secrets will cease to be...

but until then.

We all keep secrets.

Bring me back post

Bring me back post..
keep me here
where i cannot stay
where i can only go

Bring me back
I want to know
I want to fold
back again
I want to know

I want to feel
the thoughts i once
thought i did know
I want to go

Bring me back post
Bring me back post
post rock
post house
post you
post you and me

Bring me back post
post rock
post house
post you
post you and me

post you and me.

What is love?

What is love?
Let me count the ways in which I have loved...

I have given without counting the cost
I have loved with abandonment
I have forgiven deep hurts
I have learnt to trust better
I have learnt to be more open; to be less guarded; and to give other people a chance
I have come to see that the best gifts are those that are given freely
I have come to see that you cannot define or set parameters for the ways that people love
Each person loves differently. flawed tho' it maybe. It is still love
and when we can recognize that
we can learn to embrace life.
We can learn to truly love and live.

Let me count the ways in which I have been loved...

I have been created by a God who loves me regardless;
who gives me unconditional love
who does not care for the accolades, the acheivements
the successes in my life,
instead, he cares for the well-being of my soul.
The obedience and trust that he seeks from me.
Yet in spite of all this, he trusted me with a powerful powerful
thing called, 'FREE WILL'

yes indeed. He took the risk to give me free will
the God who died for me on the cross.
That is love.

Let me count the ways I have been loved again.. by those I hold dear to me on
planet earth

I have been forgiven
I have been accepted for who I am
I have been helped and received in my times of need
I have been sought out by people who saw beauty in me
I have been treasured by friends and family who
have had faith in me, who could see the good in me,
even when I could not see it in myself

I have been embraced
I have been held in my weakest moments
My hand has been held by people dear to me

I have been trusted
I have been confided in
I have been able to confide in many people who truly cared.
I have been guided
I have been led
I have been trusted
I have experienced love that tried
it's best to meet me in my deepest need.
I have been chastised by a love that demands
my spiritual growth.
Even though it was hard.

I have been loved.

And I have loved.

If I should go today to meet my maker.

I would have no regrets.

Because love has always guided me.

And will always be there with me...

even beyond the grave.

Flying, falling...

I'm flying falling
wonderin' if you even think of me
I'm free falling
wonderin' if you ever feel for me
I'm free falling
down into
nothingness


numb my heart
change my feelings
lock my heart away
somewhere safe, somewhere safe
fall away, fall away
so we can be
nothing more

than just

a pale vision

of yesterday's dreamers

Il est temps que je m'explique

It is time for me to explain myself

I hate the beach
I hate the shifting sands
in which my ankles get into a panic
I hate the shoulders -
sunburnt to the second degree
I hate the rusted vans
of ice-cream sellers
I hate the faded covers
of summer magazines
I hate the third hour after midday
when it might just as well be five
It is, still, the sea that
displeases me the least
but to reach it
It is necessary to cross the beach

- My translation of 'Il est temps que je m'explique' by Pierre Douvres (below)

Je hais la plage
Je hais le sable incertain
ou la cheville s'affole
Je hais les omoplates
des brûlés du deuxième degré
Je hais la camionnette rouillée
du marchand de glaces
Je hais la couverture délavée
des magzines de l'été
Je hais trois heures de l'après-midi
quand il pourrait tout aussi bien en être cinq
C'est encore la mer qui me déplairait le moins
mais pour l'atteindre
il faut traverser la plage

Grow Old With Me

friend.
face me
now
look into my eyes

I care for you
can't you tell

i'm longing for the words to say
a chance to express
my feelings for you

but I can't

grow old with me
not before the time
that was meant
for

us to be

Grow old with
me
Grow old with
me
Grow old with


me

What's life without friends?

HELL

Let Love Grow

A while back I told someone that I liked him. Very much. He replied that he liked me too. But that he was comfortable with the relationship we had. He asked me what I wanted to see in the relationship and I said the first thing that came into my mind, 'I hope to see love grow'. I asked him then, what he'd like to see and he told me that he wanted to see me happy.

Recently, I've been going through alot. Moving out, financial disputes with my mother... on top of this I've been grappling with my emotions for this person. What does he want really? What does he mean when he says he wants to see me happy? And what do i mean when I say 'i hope to see love grow?'

It's hard, when you really like someone and you don't know where to go from there. You don't really know where to put your feelings or what to do about your emotional attachment to that person.

Today, I found this song! it's called 'Let Love Grow' How apt. It's a pretty open-ended song I think. But the words, 'Love is decision and sacrifice and without them love cannot go on' struck me the most. That's when I checked out the title of the song and found out that the title was 'Let Love Grow'

Decision and Sacrifice. That's a really interesting concept. Love is often associated with feelings and emotions. But in fact, Love is more than just that. It's a conscious effort involving decision and sacrifice.

I wonder now how often have i applied that with the people in my life? Especially with my family? That's something that will take some time to sort out.

For now. I will let the flowers grow.

Lyrics to 'Let Love Grow' by Paul Colman Trio

You know that you're such a lonely child
Did you ever let me know?
You say our love was an oversight
And now that you're gone you can grow

And there you go

Love is emotion and wanderlust
And feelings too deep for a song
But love is decision and sacrifice
And without them love can't go on

But there you go
There you go

Bring back the flowers of spring in this heart
Heal up the wounds that have torn us apart
Fall like the rain in the midst of a drought
And wherever you go
Let love grow

Time to pick up these pieces and start again
And draw a new map of the world
The regeneration of all of creation
Begins with a soul that will turn

So here I go
Here we go

Aloha!

It was Praptee's birthday today. Antish and Jenn bought pizza and Phillip, their friend who helped us to fix the internet joined in the celebration. We took lots of photos; One of the four pizza's from California 2 for 1 doubled up as her Birthday cake.

After dinner, I played a couple of songs... 'Come here' by Kath Bloom, at Praptee's request. It's her favorite song ever, from the soundtrack of Before Sunset. I also played 'More than words' very rustily, at Jenn's request. keke.

Later on we went to the 'Wine Connection' at Mohammed Sultan. It was so fun. One of the waiters looked really familiar and i realized i met him at the Stasis gig. He was one of the 'extra' rah rah boys at 'The Pinholes' gig. It was pretty cool. He gave me alot of leads into the local music scene. Very useful for my thesis i think. Well, that is, as soon as I come up with a thesis statement.

We also met this Irish chap. When Praptee was working there, he dropped by regularly, on his own, always ordering a bottle of wine for himself and a cheese plate. We were heading off after our bottle of white wine and he said hi to Praptee, I told him that it was her Birthday and he invited us to join him for a chat.

It was pretty interesting. The more you talk to people from all over the world, the more you realize how much you have in common. He's into Placebo and good gigs. Ok, admittedly I'm not into Placebo, yet, although I attended their gig at Zouk years back. But still...

Later on, Praps and I went for a walk along Clarke Quay. They've completely 'plasticized' the place. The whole place is covered with some mutation of a giant umbrella and all the eateries have been transformed into, as Praps says, 'lifeboats'. It sucks. Whatever vestiges of character the place once had is now completely gone. The place is a fucking franchise.

Anyways, we walked right to the end of Clarke Quay, where the bungee jump is. Next, we sat ourselves down by the side of the river and lay down.

'Why is it that in Singapore you can't see the stars?' Praps asks me.

'Coz' in Singapore the lights are too bright, even at night, it's unnaturally bright - all the buildings are lighted up; that's why you don't see the stars' I tell her in my half-drunken state.

I doze off for a while. And upon waking I say, 'hey praps, wanna head back? It's getting late...'

We head back... walking slowly, leisurely... and I take a slow drive back to the Gold Coast. It has been a beautiful night out. We have lived. Today.

Moving

I'm moving
home
moving on

waving goodbye
to pieces
and shards of memories that
have gone skewed along the way

I'm moving
on
I'm moving
onwards, upwards, forwards

I'm moving in closer
to the prize
to which you call me to

I'm moving in closer
to the love you
long to lavish on me

I'm moving in closer
to knowing you lord

closer to you

Color Therapy

Brown
You're brown, a credible, stable color that's reminiscent of fine wood, rich leather, and wistful melancholy. Most likely, you're a logical, practical person ruled more by your head than your heart. With your inquisitive mind and insatiable curiosity, you're probably a great problem solver. And you always gather all of the facts before coming to a timely, informed decision. Easily intrigued, you're constantly finding new ways to challenge your mind, whether it's by reading the newspaper, playing a trivia game, or composing a piece of music. Brown is an impartial, neutral color, which means you tend to see the difference between fact and opinion easily and are open to many points of view. Trustworthy and steady, you really are a brown at heart.


Which color are you?

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always right

you're always right
if you give up the fight
you're always wrong
if you sing your own song

you know where you're going
when you fit with the masses
you know what you're doing
when you act like all the other asses

if you choose to be free
would you dare to embrace it
if you choose to be happy
would you not want to face it

would you run away from the secrets
of your calling
would you taste the bitter pill
to keep from falling

into the the pit of emotional dependence
and of helpless infatuation
the hope of love that is always one step away?
would you dare to scale the heights
if you never knew for sure

what you'd see at the top?

always right. don't take the risk
of not taking the risk

is it really worth it?

Almost there

You know the feeling. You're almost there, but not quite. Things are almost perfect, but you're waiting for the shoe to drop. The cup is half full. But also half empty.

Life's good.

But the sad part is that the people who should matter most to you do not constitute any part of this joy or happiness. In fact, they're the ones that give you the most grief. And you realize, you don't want them to be a part of your life anymore because it just hurts too much. It's a crumbling aching feeling that you can do nothing about. It's a fucked up, bitter feeling... like a rancid, septic welt that cannot heal, no matter what you do.

In the bible it says that there's a time for love and a time to hate. A time to embrace and a time to refrain. Forgiveness will come when the time for it comes, but for now, I think the first person i need to forgive, is really, just myself. A good friend told me this, that before you can forgive others, you need to be able to forgive yourself. I need space and time to understand what it means to truly forgive myself and to let go of the past. I need time and space to get away from all that's hurting me - the people that make me feel bad. I need to forgive myself for being human.

I'm moving out soon - looking forward to a fresh beginning and further growth spiritually, emotionally and mentally.

I'm almost there. I'll get there soon. I know.

river

surf and foam
this is a journey i'll walk alone
the pleasure
is yours to take
and mine to give
what words can i use
to break my silent fall

my silent fall
into you
into you
into you

make me bold
so i can know
and let you hold
the person that cries out
inside

to be loved
to be held
to be known
to be understood
to be touched
to be caressed

to know and be known
by you alone

free me before i go

if you knew
how easily my heart could give
if you knew
how quickly my thoughts can change
if you knew
how much i long to tell you

this

i'm not yours to keep
my heart is an ocean
and i'm longing for

again

the words to say
to you
to tell you
the one thing that I find it hard to say

The one thing that burdens me today
free me
or i will never be free
Love me
and let me go
but please know

You are in my heart always.