Loneliness.

O Loneliness !
O Foe !
O insufferable disease !
Thou hides't thy face
so effortlessly.

Thy masquerade mask,
Thy pupil-less eyes
stare so blankly
behind thy disguise.

O Loneliness !
O Foe !
How does't thou remain unhaunted
by tempests and storms
that unravels fear in
mortal minds
that parts the inseparable ?

How does't thou keep thy mind free
from images of death and plague ?
From images of murder and disease ?

O Loneliness !
O Insufferable disease !
As the clocks striketh a dozen,
thy masquerade shall come to cease
and your mask shalt be ripped from your face,
and all misery you've caused shalt freeze.

O Loneliness !
Thou shalt be discovered,
thy disguise shall fall free !
Thou shalt be embarassed by your nakedness.

Loneliness !
Thou shalt be lonely !
And all the pride you have in that,

Shalt Vanish.

Their Bodies are like Needlecords.

Poor them.
Unnecessarily belittling their senses.
Show them some mercy.
For them, their peace comes
through disjunction,
just like a loss of life,
to part a body from soul.
Their fate is more eventful than their lives.
Give them a break,
Their bodies are like needlecords,
Just don't disregard them.

Praise

It is You I love dear'st
amongst mortals and men.
It is You for whom the
frost-laden trees
take a mighty bow
and leap into Faith,
in loving sight,
to be Seen in Thine Eyes Clear'st.

Reality?

The trees, they whistle quietly,
The grass just sways to their song.
The rosebush has grown cherries,
But nothing is as sweet without you.

A million words couldn't say a thing,
There's nothing left to say.
The moonlight dances on the lake,
The starry sky, reflected every day.

The words don't rhyme anymore,
They lost their willingness to listen to my mind.
My heart is in charge now,
But the pain just won't stop soaring.

But the dreaded sun,
That rises out of the dark night,
Just burns the wound that will not heal,
By draining all the light.

Will the dancing love
Ever stop, and settle in my heart?
Wait, it already has.
Wait, what's missing?

What must I do, what must I say?
That there's nothing left to love for?
Is everything just empty?
Nothing behind the open doors anymore?

Was it something I did or said
Is there something wrong with me?
Then why did the trees kill their song?
Why is the grass so still?

Where's the moon that lights my night
Why has the lake turned black?
The blue sky has no tinge of yellow
My golden bird pulled back.

Will the dancing love
Ever stop, and settle in my heart?
Wait, it already has.
Wait, what's missing?


I know why,
It's coming back.

You don't love me... and never will...

The Princess and the Pauper

Dim the light, close the curtains,
There's nothing left to hope for.
Anymore.

I tried so hard, I loved you,
But you could never feel this way.
You're the princess, I'm the pauper,
What was there to love in me?

No, I failed to many times,
Now I have no choice.
My chances are exhausted
My wishes have been forgotten...

Will I ever see you look at me
The way I look at you,
Ever?

If you didn't have wings, I'd give you mine.
But yours are way more pretty.
You're the princess, I'm the pauper.
I don't deserve your time.

No, I failed to many times,
Now I have no choice.
My chances are exhausted
My wishes have been forgotten...

Where will you go? Just let me know,
I'd follow you.
But you'd never know
That I did it because I loved you so.
Just one more chance, another wish,
I'd walk across the seas...

No, I failed to many times,
Now I have no choice.
My chances are exhausted
My wishes have been forgotten...

You're the princess, I'm the pauper.
What is there to love in me?

Departed?

Today was the day
I heard the news about tomorrow.
A long, sounding bell was struck.

The messenger climbed to the tallest tower,
An shouted for the town to hear.
He said,

"Wake up. Hope is dead.
Your love can never be returned.
There's nothing left to hope for.
Go back to your bed."

A thousand days have passed,
But the shadow of denial
Still lingers in the air.

The tantalizing scent of dear hopes,
That never would come true.
They said,

"Wake up. Tomorrow has come.
We are closer to the realization.
Of the dreams that will come true.
Go back to your bed."

The illuminated grey
The shrouded difficulties
Where has all we wished for gone?
It was never ours to begin with.

"Wake up. Hope is dead.
Your love can never be returned.
There's nothing left to hope for.
Go back to your bed."

Little did anyone know
The townsmen were my heart.
The messenger was my mind.

I hoped you would love me.
But my love could never be returned.
I know,

"No more. Hope is dead.
My love can never be returned.
There's nothing left to hope for.
I go back to my bed."

Defeated?

The echoes have stopped sounding
The music has lost its melody.
The rain flows down the eyes of those who cannot see.

The epitome of denial
Has stepped out from the gloom.
The sifting, tuneless song flows,
down the stream of reality.

Has no-one seen?
No ray of hope
To beckon us away
From the drifting river of sadness?

The man with all the woes
Has crumbled under the weight.
There's nothing left to carry him
The beam of love is dead.

Will no-one see the conditions
Of unrequited love?
The barrel with all the answers has sunk deep, I dread.

Has no-one heard?
No guiding tune
To engulf our ears
In the sweet escape of dreams?

Then, I fear, all has been lost.
There is no-one to save us
Unless the Faith returns.
Unless we call it back.

Has no-one seen?
No ray of hope
To beckon us away
From the drifting river of sadness?

No Hope

If I could hold you forever.
If I could be there forever.
If you could be here forever.

I etch words onto a scarlet slab.
I etch your name onto my heart.

On an endless journey on a driverless train,
The windows are stuck.

The bridges are burning.
There's a dead end.

And I see your face.

I'm sorry I love you.

But you're gold.

And the wind blows through the lonely roads.
And it speaks your name.

I wish I could fly.

I wish I could say what my heart was telling me to.

If I could hold you forever.
If I could be there forever.
If you could be here forever.

If you could love me.

But that's a world away.
And my spaceship's broken down.

Maybe

Charcoal and black hearts.

I left my love,
Wandering in the moonlight.
The beams illuminating the fragments of disaster.

A new prisoner,
I'm put behind the bars
Of love because I couldn't find a place to be.

Maybe the hole will seal.
Maybe hope will carry me through.
Maybe there are new words.
Maybe one day.

Slowly the heart pumps,
Slowly the soul cries,
Maybe one day you'll heal me.

The symphony
Beckons me, calling me
To find a new arrangement.

The tranquility,
The darkness in nothingness
Says there's a light.

But it's never near.

Maybe the hole will seal.
Maybe hope will carry me through.
Maybe there are new words.
Maybe one day.

Slowly the heart pumps,
Slowly the soul cries,
Maybe one day you'll heal me.

Maybe one day you'll carry me through.

There's madness. And there's sadness.

But can we heal the heart that's broken?

Mystic?

A new sun trod on the sky blue canopy,
A heart in the shape of a world.
And like a dawn of new found hope,
A boy in his little bed turned.

A fairy took flight from her nightly home,
And danced her joy in the sky.
Another day had come from the Unseen Land,
Though no-one truly knew why.

She smiled and laughed,
And danced and pranced,
But was invisible to you and me.
But then she ceased,
The dancing stopped,
For a mishap had happened to chance.

The clouds spoke in hurried whispers,
The seas were rushing to grey.
The winds were blowing their whistles,
The trees they began to sway.

And the music of sadness, it drifted,
And settled in the fairy's ears.
She wept and wept, she cried and cried,
But nothing would stop the tears.

The sun looked down, and gave way,
To the moon who patiently waited.
The beams from her smile dried her tears,
Of the fairy in the fluorescent light.

Sleepiness drew her blanket,
The fairy tucked herself in.
And the blades of grass, they swayed in the night,
Dancing to the tune of the wind.

A sun new trod on the sky blue canopy,
A heart in the shape of the world.
And like the dawn of new found hope,
A boy in his little bed turned.

He awoke and rubbed his eyes once shut,
Oblivious to human fears.
He got off his bed, and on he tread,
On the path of his home so dear.

He looked out the window, called upon his mother,
And asked, straining his ears.
"How come the mist?", the mother replied,
"From a fairy who shed her tears."

Rhys and I wrote this poem in grade 8.

Seconds away from my blind existence,
I have a Faith that keeps my alive.
This power is mine for the taking,
Yet I must continue to strive.

My short-circuited nerves have left me on my own,
But I'm balancing well on the edge for now.
Forsaken, my soul is slipping away,
I know I must get it back, but how?

My soul is my whole,
My soul is my role,
And letting it go is sad.
Yet immortality does beckon,
And bravely I reckon,
That this isn't half so bad.

Stuck between Nadir and Zenith,
Stuck between love and hate.
My mind is fraught with earthly demons,
To live forever is my only fate.

Detiny controls us, but why?
Why are we slaves to our hate?
Don't we control our own actions?
We live or die is decided by Fate.

Forgive me if I die on my own,
I would like to take you with me.
You know I will get you after all,
There is naught you can do to flee.

External dismission and internal conviction,
Has left me all by my own.
The world has destroyed me, I've lost my integrity.
And must venture into the unknown.

Corrupted and twisted,
Surrounded and misted,
These bonds I cannot break.
Alone I must stand,
In this forbidden land,
There's not much more I can take.

The noise of the crackling, smouldering amber,
Does nothing to calm my soul.
Havoc building inside me, from Grace I did fall,
Never again will I be whole.

Washed?

The fire burned in the foyer,
Beside the trembling soul.
The char sifted through the ocean,
And lighted the room, but not her heart.
The dinner grew cold,
Like cheeks once rosy, now pale.
The wind blew through the window.

A chill was sent down the flame,
And let loose the fire tame.
And all was burnt except the soul,
Beside the cooling mound of coal.
So she walks beside the dust,
Like all her shattered, misled trust.
Afar from pain, she lies to rest.
Somewhere in the seared, singed mess.

One wall stood among the ruins.
The wind still blowing through the open window.

Nothing else remained.

For nothing else mattered.

Panic?

There's a maniac in the box,
Creeping out in the silent dusk.
Slithering, withering, near a trunk.
Underneath the silent crockery of celestial dinners.

Oh and all you see is not the same.

Upon your podium, you are blind.
Under the carpet on your floor.
There are things, there are things you don't like.
Harp all you like, your ideas are vague.

Oh and all you see is not the same.

You're welcome here.
Thank you.
Goodnight.

Hope?

He runs across the battlefield,
Fresh soot in his eyes.
As he goes, he will not falter,
At war since morn's sunrise.

Deafening sounds get caught by his ears,
A saddened expression washed his face.
As the images of friends no more,
Lie scattered across the floor.

She sat by her fire,

Brooding of the moor.

Where they used to speak their hearts,

Hoped they'd be together sooner.

A love untold,

Yet always attested.

Ambition's drive pulled more than needed,

Rejuvenation had no hope.

Upon his arms, upon the weight,

Of arms to protect him;

Lies the weight of the arduous struggle,

The futile fight to stay alive.

She holds her gun against her head,

And hopes she isn't.

For certainly, he'd be dead by now,

So they'd be together again before long.

A gunshot rings across the field,

Louder than the others.

And though apart the peaceful faces,

On the corpses of the lovers.

Peace?

Atop the ledge of confusion,
I sit strong to brood.
Falters and errors do contort
As so does this deviating mood.

Until the unachievable,
Most talked about impossibility.
We shall bleed.
And we shall die.
Before we know the world.

The monuments of glory,
The monuments of the sacrifice.

I engage myself in turbulence.

Confined?

You weave your ensemble in the grandeur of your intangibility,
Engrossed in infinite ideal shooting stars.
In the night sky, over the bazaar.
Bizarre.

Munificent outlines,
But that does not suffice.
Your pardon will be granted,
Teeth and eyes and nails, your hammer over an outstretched blanket of ice.

That was just an illusion,
You dress up to digress.
And as you go on your way,
to disappoint.

You left your crest in the mess, I confess.

You were wrong all along.

Well?

Importunation, now evaluation.
For the better.
In the midst of day's musk,
We muse; judge our character.
And right wrongs.

We ascend our self-grafted destruction;
To place our heads in their arms.
So they may bestow upon us their ingratitude,
And shield us from fleeting charms.

But still I breathe no air,
Because I have breathed too much.
And I march onwards.
I march onwards to such.

Will I die?

I Don't Remember The Name Of This 2 Year Old Poem.

Walk down the lane of emotion,
The dust covers footprints of old.
Surrounded by gardens of souls,
Growing, in fields of gold.

Flowers speak words everywhere,
Spilling out secrets of men.
Lies to make up for theft,
Traps set in treason's den.

Red is the waistcoat of love,
Black is the shell covered hate.
Grey are the clouds of misfortune,
Shadowed, the will to create.
White are the seas of forgiveness,
Blue are the tears wept with sorrow.
Silver, the outcome of riches,
Gold, the true colour of the poor.

Dreams are the windows of hope.
Words, the foundation of truth.
Faith is the base built for wisdom,
Belief in the eyes of the youth.

War, the enemy of humanity,
Peace, the friend of mankind.
Lies, the base built for hate,
Lost, the true states of mind.

Sprout, you flowers of emotion,
Walk, you ageless trees.
Wait for them lies to decay,
And pray.

Fall down on your knees.

The Train

And I see sand.
Barren ground like,
Hearts grown blind to evidence.
Now, open up your eyes.

And the end does draw nearer,
But I am just beginning.

Unfold your mind.
The brushed metal from this rail.
Home to your oil.
Stain and stain and stain and stain.

Where have you gone?

There's no set destination.
Except an answer.

Look around you.
There's simply no-one at all.

Evidence staring at you.
And you staring at green lands.

Courage?

A footstop falls.
Breaking the silence.
Shattering the signature of secrets.

And ever-dwindling is the present,
Ever-remembered the past.
The future, ever-uncertain,
But the arduous struggle onwards rages on.

Sound. A belonging. A longing.
Sight. A longing. A need.
Hurt. A pain. A must.
Growth. A must. A need.

We're all afraid of what we don't understand.
Yet there's always an explanation.
And to conquer,
On we ride.

And to achieve,
On we ride.

A Two-way Ticket Over Life.

And to soar.
O'er the heads of the unweary.
Shut eyes, oblivious yet sore.
A nod after dawn,
Asleep to escape the unacceptable.

O'er the heads of mischief,
Minions to accomplish nothing.
Yet they bring grief and heavy hearts,
Waking unto the new morrow.

O'er the heads of the wise.
Dwelling in residences of moral.
Bringing the light upon minds,
To guide, and ward away errs.

O'er the heads of lovers,
Locked in promise and faith.
Silhouettes under the moonlight,
Beside some star-glazed lake.

O'er the mountains giants,
O'er the seas.
O'er the trees of beauty,
O'er the trees of shade.

O'er to the border of life.
O'er to the yet unexplored.
O'er to the non-stirring graves,
But a leaf rustles over agin.

O'er the non-stirring graves,
O'er the dust of men.
Yet all remember the names,
Of the blanketed.

To soar o'er fields of sorrow,
To soar o'er plains of pain.
To walk unfound o'er giants,
To sail across beauty and shade.

And to soar.
Soar o'er meadows of silence.

The Last Three Letters of Friend.

A conceded reality,
We live in.
Conceded in spontaneous talk and the likes.

All innovations fail,
To illuminate hidden beauty.
The skin remains to be judged.

Be it that retaliation were longer,
And reflex a little more,
Then all of us be in harm's way,
Yet all in alert friendship.

Be it so that failures are few,
Failures in realizing companions,
And all shall know friends.

Goodbye? PT II

Embedded in history,
Plated in memory,
Lies your lives and those you've changed.
The lives and attitudes you've changed,
Without saying a word.
The names you bear,
Made home in our minds.
Our leaders, our angels, our heroes.
Your courage that influences our walks.
Your footprints,
Invisible yet inspiring,
Your words made a difference.
Friends.

Reality?

Did the flowers really fade?
Is the meadow really livid?
Is there shadow on the glade?
Has the hoary pain gone vivid?
Are there no more tides to wade?

Has all the hope gone sour?
Has all the love gone waste?
Is all the trust now marred?
Do the sweet words have no taste?
Have all the kings no power?

Who'd have thought
The words were false,
But you who deemed them be?

Who'd have thought
That love secured,
Was love to be set free?

Goodbye?

Goodbye?

Sorrow and a barrowful of regret.
Your words beat down on me.
Guiding me.
From the ashes of your empire.
A kingdom.
Not all that remains is your name.
But when words are forced to mean,
Then I am afraid I must mean them.

The castle stands strong.
Yet the remedy is decision,
And I am making mine now.

Before the drawbridge closes.

Sorrow and a barrowful of regret.

Pardon Moi.

Attrapé par mes pensées.
Je ne suis pas Le Seul qui fait des choix.
Mais je dois decider.
Avant la pendule s'arrête.
Je cherche pour des reponses.
Mais je trouve seulement Foi.
Ainsi, je crie au Seigneur,

"Pardon Moi!"

Et je nage,
À la rivage.

Unforgotten?

Caressing the warmth of the candlelight.
Your voice soars through the wind.
Like doves set free in a breeze.
An insight to the world's disasters,
The outcome of unrequited love
And the tale of sorries and purposes.

How I wish I knew what you want me to say.
For now I just listen.
To the silent song of your hearbeat.
So distant but it echoes in the clocks.
Reminders of fading minutes.
The world waits, or is it just me?
I know what I'm doing, I hope,
And so do you.
So do you.

I meant every word I said.
But maybe you just don't know it.
Maybe I don't either.
Or so it seems,
That I have not forgotten everything.

I just didn't take the time to look back.
To when I made dangerous commitments.
It looks like I have stuck to them.
Unmeant, perhaps?
I don't think so.
I don't think so.

How the times have changed.
How our lives have changed.
All it seems to be is lost.
But all it is hasn't.

Just know this:

You look mighty fine tonight,
Your voice echoing through the wind.

The distance is geting to me.

Forever?

Hope.
Hope for a promise in one word,
And denial rears its ugly head.
One word.
And all the oceans will rise.
And all the suns shall shine.
And the fragrance of beauty,
Drifting swiftly under the scent of apple trees,
Through the meadows.

And my heart will leap in boundless joy.
For the promise in one word.
Forever.

Welcome?

It occured.
And when the insignia of time ravels away,
Like footfall dwindling unhurriedly,
We'll look back and remember.

That this is how it all began.