Thursday, February 10, 2005
First Poem I ever wrote....
Hmmm... looks like I haven't been posting anything on my blog for quite some time.... lets just say that I have been writing so much, but I can't post it up here -_-"...
Anyway, since its already almost 5 am.... I'll just post a poem I wrote sometime ago, to make up for all the unmaterialised posts that I feel I have obligation to put up.... No time to write... Will find some time to do so....
Emptiness -- by -Emptiness-
Sometimes, in the midst of friends,
A wall there is, sturdy and tall.
All around me it extends;
And none can hear my desperate call.
Imprisoned in this blank void,
A lonesome place, none can enter,
A vacuum null and devoid,
Of contentment, joy and laughter.
In vain I try to breakout,
Pounding the walls, my hands bleed – both,
Until tired and worn out,
In great anguish, I swore an oath:
That my life won’t be so dull --
All around me are just smiles.
Outwardly I joked with them,
Yet deep inside, a loneliness,
That I hide away from them,
As none can grasp, this emptiness.
Trying to veil this feeling,
I hear how strange my laughter sounds,
As if someone is moving
My lips my hands, my body he bounds.
Like a puppet tied to thread,
I dance only, to entertain,
No words escape, no tears I shed,
Though all I want -- to cry in pain,
That my life can be so dull
Even though around me are just smiles.
To whom can I relate to?
To share my heart’s, deepest corner.
Or am I condemned now too?
Just because I am a sinner?
To walk this endless road alone,
With just myself as company,
Through the expanse, the unknown,
Reciting Buddhist litany?
Around me now the world seems,
Like a facade -- artificial.
Where people don masks and scheme,
Resembling a drama serial.
Actors with faces concealed,
Live their own lives, hiding in veils
Secrets yet to be revealed,
Feigning concern, uncannily real.
Angels they pretend to be,
Troubled spirits, advice they give,
All of which cannot help me,
Just an act for, people to see.
Unless truly can you feed,
My troubled heart, just let me be,
Worthless advice, I have no need,
To lonely places, I want to flee.
At times like this you realize,
That most, even in your greatest need,
Still hide behind white lies,
All oblivious to your plead.
My life is so dull because
All around me are just snarls.
Now you know why I chose my nick as emptiness? haha....
- Emptiness - 2/10/2005 04:47:00 am
