"I know I shall meet my fate."
Well, I ♥ art, all different aspects of art. One's creativity is something so powerful and unique,
it defines us all.
Music also plays an extreme important role in my productivity as it gives me inspiration to create.
POEMS!!!
it defines us all.
Music also plays an extreme important role in my productivity as it gives me inspiration to create.
POEMS!!!
"WHO IS NOW READING THIS?"
Who is now reading this?
May-be one is now reading this
who knows some wrong-doing of my past life,
Or may-be a stranger is reading this
who has secretly loved me,
Or may-be one who meets all my
grand assumptions and egotisms with derision,
Or may-be one who is puzzled at me.
As if I were not puzzled at myself!
Or as if I never deride myself!
(O conscience-struck! O self-convicted!)
Or as if I do not secretly love strangers!
(O tenderly, a long time, and never avow it;)
Or as if I did not see, perfectly well,
interior in myself, the stuff of wrong-doing,
Or as if it could cease transpiring
from me until it must cease.
~by, Walt Whitman
“Circles”
People will never tell you what you want to hear.
They only tell you what they want to say.
That night, you told me you had wanted to kiss me.
You did what I wanted but never spoke.
Or did I want to? I think now at least I did.
But I definitely know, I wanted you
To want to kiss me, hoping to have something more.
My curiosity did persuade me.
Your friend’s advice a little too encouraging,
The realization it’s just all a game.
It always did feel like a guessing game with you,
Or should I say, it just like that with me.
How come you can not just force me to make me yours?...
You could have if you tried a bit harder,
Although I never acted as if and told you.
I only said what I wanted to say.
“Game Rules”
Maybe someday I will stop thinking about you.
Maybe one day I’ll meet somebody new.
Someone who will sit and ponder whether I am,
Thinking of him too. But now it’s just you...
I do not like hiding my feelings, but in truth,
That’s what I’ve done. Just so you wouldn’t think
You could have me and use me anytime you want.
Because eventually, you would knowingly see…
Did it not feel good to finally talk to me?
Your voice sounded as if it truly did.
You can not make someone feel something they’re not feeling.
But you still can not help yourself to try.
It’s the only thing you can do, to stop hurting.
So let us just leave it at this ending.
I’m guessing that was our last and final goodbye.
I’ll never forget those certain details.
Like how blue your eyes were, the bluest I’ve seen them,
They looked blood shot from you almost crying,
As if you were trying to hold back some kind of hurt.
In retrospect, I wish I'd said something.
I wish I could have that same moment back again.
Not another chance but that moment.
But thank you for holding my hand until I was,
Finally ready to have my mind be cleared.
But allowing me to chase you if I need to,
Because perhaps one day I later might,
Find myself leaving another sappy message,
For you to listen to repeatedly.
Maybe you will play it again this time next year,
Of me wishing you a Happy Birthday,
But knowingly never on the right day.
It is always a week after, because
That’s when I finally need to feel hopeful again.
To justify my existence to you,
Is not currently simply all in vain.
Secretly wishing you forgot my name.
Never write a depressing love declaration,
Because you will read it again someday.
Tomorrow morning, things probably would subside,
As you question your true feelings again.
Who is now reading this?
May-be one is now reading this
who knows some wrong-doing of my past life,
Or may-be a stranger is reading this
who has secretly loved me,
Or may-be one who meets all my
grand assumptions and egotisms with derision,
Or may-be one who is puzzled at me.
As if I were not puzzled at myself!
Or as if I never deride myself!
(O conscience-struck! O self-convicted!)
Or as if I do not secretly love strangers!
(O tenderly, a long time, and never avow it;)
Or as if I did not see, perfectly well,
interior in myself, the stuff of wrong-doing,
Or as if it could cease transpiring
from me until it must cease.
~by, Walt Whitman
“Circles”
People will never tell you what you want to hear.
They only tell you what they want to say.
That night, you told me you had wanted to kiss me.
You did what I wanted but never spoke.
Or did I want to? I think now at least I did.
But I definitely know, I wanted you
To want to kiss me, hoping to have something more.
My curiosity did persuade me.
Your friend’s advice a little too encouraging,
The realization it’s just all a game.
It always did feel like a guessing game with you,
Or should I say, it just like that with me.
How come you can not just force me to make me yours?...
You could have if you tried a bit harder,
Although I never acted as if and told you.
I only said what I wanted to say.
“Game Rules”
Maybe someday I will stop thinking about you.
Maybe one day I’ll meet somebody new.
Someone who will sit and ponder whether I am,
Thinking of him too. But now it’s just you...
I do not like hiding my feelings, but in truth,
That’s what I’ve done. Just so you wouldn’t think
You could have me and use me anytime you want.
Because eventually, you would knowingly see…
Did it not feel good to finally talk to me?
Your voice sounded as if it truly did.
You can not make someone feel something they’re not feeling.
But you still can not help yourself to try.
It’s the only thing you can do, to stop hurting.
So let us just leave it at this ending.
I’m guessing that was our last and final goodbye.
I’ll never forget those certain details.
Like how blue your eyes were, the bluest I’ve seen them,
They looked blood shot from you almost crying,
As if you were trying to hold back some kind of hurt.
In retrospect, I wish I'd said something.
I wish I could have that same moment back again.
Not another chance but that moment.
But thank you for holding my hand until I was,
Finally ready to have my mind be cleared.
But allowing me to chase you if I need to,
Because perhaps one day I later might,
Find myself leaving another sappy message,
For you to listen to repeatedly.
Maybe you will play it again this time next year,
Of me wishing you a Happy Birthday,
But knowingly never on the right day.
It is always a week after, because
That’s when I finally need to feel hopeful again.
To justify my existence to you,
Is not currently simply all in vain.
Secretly wishing you forgot my name.
Never write a depressing love declaration,
Because you will read it again someday.
Tomorrow morning, things probably would subside,
As you question your true feelings again.
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