you are not alone

green caterpillas
crawling , moving slowly over a piece of leaf.
comfortable.
it spins its home.
comfortable.
then it is soaking it boiling water killing it slowly.
its home is now worn and sold as the most comfortable of fabric...
oil, the thing that gets you to school on time.
pumped out of creaks ,like liquidified gold.
a leak,
and a family of five , living together in harmony,
so loving...
suffocated before being burnt in their sleep..
life..
as young mothers hold their new born in weak flaccid arms,
a feeble smile carrying so much emotions...
some where else, a single-parent father of three dies at war...
his carcass no where to be found..
his children displaced from their homes..
classes..
the smarts, maintaining their aces , victorious all the time, work harder..
never contented with what they have..
the rest of us, struggling for passes , looked down and spat upon..
why cant we be them?
the rich,
surrounded by people,
donations aplenty..
their pockets inflate faster then one can differentiate..
the poor,
walking the same corridor as you and i.
alone ..
getting poorer and worser every day..
you,
smart and rich,
the lord has been kind unto you..
yet you take these gifts for granted...
i ,
know what it feels like to be hit..
in the stomach,
in the face
..
hurt greviously..
scarred for life by the demons of my past..

yet you dare say you feel alone?
yet you dare wonder what you are fighting for?
you have yet to understand soo much.....

i-- the last of the alphabets to yours..

i wish you you good luck to the love you have found...
be sure to send me a post card , uptown girl:>
ill be waiting..
you know where.:>

to him to find her, to tell her i love her, and im sorry

i do not love those of whom judge me, by what they see.
i do not love those who show off to me.
i do not love those who can manipulate me.
i do not wish of love,
i do not dream of its power.
it is a well polished trophy,
useless.
its all the same...
it will always be ..
what starts with sin of lust..
how those people make it sound so ..
majestic..
no.
i do not love...
those who do not love me back.
if you want me..
you can take the second step...
cus my staircase has no first step...
if you wish to dive..
do not try to resurface..
there is no air....
i do not love....

for my love so far away has found her man , and now i dead.
so to those who read of my tragic passing send her flowers,
walk her down the aisle.
walk her past the biten apple,
proven her lover with 5 loaves and 2 fishes.
and make sure she doesnt ever.
find out o\how i have ...
crashed , and incenerated...
so go forth now..
she is waiting...

nicky- instructions for the damned

when you read this letter you must ensure that you are alone.
it is of paramount importance that only you should know of this letter.
you know who i am.
i , the author , is you , before your memories were erased.
you must believe me.
if not , just check the underside of your right thumbs nail, i have imprinted serial numbers underneathe it.
you will need the number in your next mission.
first of , a girl will approach you, three days from the day you have regained consciousness.
her name is nicky, but you will call her nick.
she will be your driver and weapons manager.
as you might already have noticed , you are able to do certain things .
things that normal people cannot do.
things that i cannot specify in this letter.
just know that a group of agents known only as the renaissance.
they are well skilled.
you must not fight them alone , or head on for that matter.
you must seek out a man who goes by the name of "lucky spear".
do not get close to him, and keep your distance from his daughters.
you must convince him to help you.
nick will help you with most of that.
your next set of instructions are 10 kilometers from where you stand.
bearing 173 degrees.
good luck , me..

avenging my past

on the altars of anti- christ ,
the priestress stole my heart and with it called out the devil in myself.
i watched as love decayed into lust ,
as generosity turned to gluttony.
i saw my life flash before my eyes,
the torture.
they do not know me.
they have never been tortured , tormented as i have.
dejected and abandoned , kicked around as if i were scum. no more.
i fight back . now.
astruse it might seem. but i am certain .
for i balieve.
i deserve better.
no more constraints.
no more phoeny sovereignty
.
this is a new era.
my era.
..
put me in a juxtaposition , next to the crystal sculptrure of my past.
i smash it to bits.
the fire in my heart , drives me.
i will avenge my past .
defeating my enemies with success ..
i say this unto my jailors.
watch out , i'm coming...

heron

thewhite bird sitting there.
no no , that one.
her right there, can you see?
yes , what is this why is she looking at me?
i raise my beak call out to her.
when , BLAST! her guts are on my face .
a faint tear flashes onto my eyes but evaporates quickly as i dive for cover.
i no longer have much tears now.
the christians call out in the name of god!
the muslims call out almost exactly the same words , but in a different tongue..
they blasts each other all day and night.
on two feets they think i fight.
but no, no one wins, only me and my brothers and sisters lose..
we who feed on the plaugue , who then die of the plague , who then pass the plague on to both armies , who in turn die , and start the cycle all over.
the fishes here,
there used to be fishes here,
now even them taste like gun powder.
Boom.
i close my eyes
when i open them ,
i see the white heron once again...

sheryl ( share-el) :D

we sit side by side..
man and woman,
honour and pride.
"i fight for my king" she say
i fight for my love - he says.
do you enjoy commitment really?
i do..
i doo..
i commit myself to the war.
i commit myself unto death..
i do not however commit my self to treason , treachery or to any single form of life.
-i said.
so you are the water, that flows and leaves no trace?
-she asks
no .i am the sound. the echo . i may not leave my physical trace,
but people who are near me , who do feel me ,i leave a memory.
ha.
and what of myself?
-she asks
you are the one who does not listen , for your memory has already ended..
the bomb explodes...

irene ( aye - reeeeeeeen) :D

dear diary,
i saw this amazing girl in class, she's a foreigner from france i hear..
or egypt or ceylon or amsterdam ..
ohh yes amsterdam..
haha
well that would explain her great looks
perfect body..
not that ive seen it without clothes ..
hey wait..
hmm..
that could be arranged..
jaxon and the gang intend to .... her...
they asked for my help to film it..
hhaha
..
that sounds like a good idea doesnt it..?
but nah .. im not the kind of person who would do this kind of atroceous acts
im a nice person..
haha who am i kidding huh?!
im just a coward..
but still part of me longs to save irene..
yes i shall do that ..
the righteous way hahaha

nurse nicole ( Nii-cou-le) :D

raimbaut and rannson were tallking..
raimbaut: so explain to me now, what exactly is going through your mind?
rannson: like i need to tell you that... we're both gon' get the tree in two days time!
waht can we be thinking about..
raimbaut: quite true.. we might as well be tying our own nooses sitting here..
rannson: does it feel this way? ageing? we wait for a fate soo inevitable..
raimbaut: inevitable? .. nonono... look there...
rannson: the window? but only one of us will be able to fit through that pathetic slit..
raimbaut: you go then..this damn cell aint big enuff for the two of us..
rannson: but you'll die.?....
raimbaut: so be it.. i have done enough to deserve to die.. tonight.. you will go ..
leave this castle , and run due east.. dopn't eva look back..
take the horses by the stables if you have to..
rannson: another theft? i'm already considered as one of the cities most notorious murderers and now i am to steal? just when i'm turning over a new leaf?
raimbaut: look you want to change over ? good do it some where else..
besides i've imparted all my fast hand techniques to you...
rannson: i will return to place flowers on your tree.
raimbaut : thanks. and one more thing, bradamante, you take her.
rannson: but what of.......
(this instance, nurse nicole walks pasts.)
nicole: what are you doing rannson?
rannson nothing just examining my chin for hair and dirt miss, i want to look good when i die.
(satisfied, nurse nicole walks away)
(rannson smiles one last time and walks away for his reflection in the mirror.)

what happenned on april 15th 1912

here me shout, here me sing.
you're there, you keep on running.
you try to gasp , there is no air,
youre drowning , you can feel it too .
im drowning here same as you.
the rush of the rapids so soon so fast.
sweeping you away you fight the gush.
i reach out my hand grab on if you can.
you turn away . youre swept away.
why my dear , sophronia.
with skin so soft and hair so fine.
why my dear amelia, of heart so strong and heart so kind.
has royalty decayed you so.
your witthered fingers i now hold.
you draw no breathe you lay so still.
people crying , saying i killed.
you lie here now in this wretched box,
but what is this? i thought
for in your hand wrapped tightly still,
our rings of love that binds us still.
you fidgit, and all else is shocked
..
you cough up a little water, and noone moved , i asked again,
my dear juliet, have you life? or was that just all a show?
..
she pressed her self against him.
and whispered...
i had to know......

heyy there.

hey !
you there.
turn back and face me.
you might have saved my life before, but i still count this , a mortal insult.
hey you there.
yes you, the girl with green viens,and burnt eyes.
you there, the blind girl who sees all.
the short girl , who stands tall.
i am here..
but you are not talking about me.
that i know that i understand.
you walk away thinking the world is so cold,
i run after you , dreading for you to come back.
u jump..
i followed...

what my pop speech would have been

good afternoon, Mr lee ,Ms jackie cheng ,teachers , cis, squadmates and juniors
i thank you all for being here today.
your participation in our humble ceremony means a great deal to my self and my fellow squadmates.
today, my speech is not about all the grand occasions that we have gone through.
it is not.
those , have been mentioned and reitterated time and time again.
Frankly, i do not remember all of those occassions anymore.
but what i do remember, is the stench of body odour as we are hugging each other during our camp, hiding underneath an all-too-small poncho.
i remember back in secondary 2, when we were in pumping position, being scolded by yuen long sir..
i remember the days where we would debate on wheather to skip trainings .
i remember the times when we would mess up, and laugh about it.
to me, these important occassions mean lesser to me then these small , little things.
how we have grown.
like steel , under intense heat from our seniors.
the " hit-against the anvil occassion" when we feel like giving up, and the guy next to us says" hang in there.."
these i remember.
for today.
it is not our last good bye.
it is our last see-you-soon.
it may be the end of our journey.
yes it is the end.
but that does not mean we must forget.
about the times we polished our boots.
about having our faces splashed with flour.
no. we will still remember them.
we may have fought but we have always made up.
you are the ones i will treasure.
the ncc air may be a gold unit but to me, we are more than that.
we are a family.
and i would not have wanted to go through this journey with anyone else.
..
you have taught me much.
we may all have our faults.
but together we are strong.
i believe in us.
so to all, see you soon.

on the A4

the world is done with me.
it is self sufficient, and me , redundant.
it has left me, well the most of it.
now i find my solitude more comforting , more welcoming then
stupid cocktail parties' and phoeny aristocrats.
the world is sufficient.
no man is an island.
i am no man.
i am a soldier.
i am a fighter.
i must fight on..
regain my honour.
brak my bones my master.
smash me to smitterines my master .
force me to fit in to the world if you may for i am yours' to command...
force me against my will..
allow me to blend in with the growing grey void of empty souls and fragile hearts..
and as i speak my ashley intertwined, skipping around dryly on a plain canvas.
who is she ? i ask.
that fine red suit daler.
on our nylon tips we spar .
dancing on this plain white canvas..
spreading our colours to this grey dull world..
then she turns to complete the sentence..
.. not so dull , this town is any more?

i look up at the pale blue moon wondering if she spoons
hoping that i.ll see her soon

wind

i no longer hear her voice now.
the goddess of wind in all her glory.
it seemed , a dream.
she spoke to me.
she told me of her life.
of how she used to be mortal.
of how she died before finding her lover.
of the nights she cried.
she still looks young.
centuries have lost their effect to wear marks into her intangible skin.
she walks on water, and runs through houses.
when enraged, her wrath destroyed towns and castles.
kings and queens feared her.
nobles and peasents alike, prayed to her.
i no longer hear her voice ,
not as loudly.
not as clearly.
she speaks in the the language of wherever she may live.
she spoke to me.
but now.she has faded.
but i still believe in her.
she still exists.
proof lies all around me.
i look out of a sealed glass window,
and see her tango with fire,
as she hugs the ancient trees, causing them to crackle in please.
she kisses the water ,and it ripples in concentric circles.
she kisses me through the sealed window, yet i am unaware.
she does exist .
that i am sure.
that i believe in.
one day wind, we would be free forever......

under the voilet sky i shall pluck a drop of rainbow,
as i pour liquid gold into your silver chalice and drink down the last drop of arsenic
i close my eyes as you lead me in my last dance.
the serene oil-painted background shouts to me.
it calls out my name.
slowly i fade into the buildings
up onto the walls
and into the picture
the old gold framed canvas,
now with my picture on it.
here i pose in all my glory , alongside my victorious ancestors.
here i lie .
my own tombstone.

M

ahh at last i am one more step closer to my dream.
i dreamt one night rainy night of a bright and sunny day,
i dreamt of her when our hair had already turned grey.
a best friend of mine, M.
so it was her , my friend M who would sit next to me.
in times of hardship ,whom would talk to me.
i heard her name, as i said this phrase.
" why of this world it seems so cold,
whom of this earth shall be my coat"
and in the winds we held on tight,
and into spring,we sprung new life.
out from her , came such Joy.
it welcomed me into real sight.
i thought for long, and thought real hard.
for if her hands were for my heart.
but for our love and for our Joy ,our finger now clenched and intertwined.
to her i reminisince , for the night.
tying my hopes , way up high.
for if they fall i shall not shy,
for i have lived , all my life.
in her with whom will listen to me.
in her i find my company.
for if she knew , i think she does.
that i would cherish her and all of us..
now that this dream i woke up from.
keeps reapeating, i see no form.
i saw this M in so many girls .
yet each one seem to seem to fail.
my heart now , so twisted and dry.
longs for her kiss , her breath divine.
so as i fade into the dusk.
i fall asleep with my mind , just.
this dream shall repeat ,i repeat.
until i felt my true love's kiss.