Delusional / Inspirational
SITE CONTENT © 2007 YEOH KEAT WEI
I'll Be There
24 June, 2007 - 02:11 — SpikeWhen the night has fallen
And you're lost and lonely
Look out to the stars above
Therein you shall find my love
Just think of me, I'll be there.
When the world has slept
And you're sad and sorry
Listen to the phone beside
Therein I will hold you tight
Just call to me, I'll be there.
When the dreams have fled
And you're down and dreary
Feel for the cool night air
Therein lies much worried care
Just reach out to me, I'll be there.
Should you choose to shut yourself in
I'll still be there, deep within.
Devastation
24 June, 2007 - 02:10 — SpikeStaring into space, shocked
The blatant simplicity of it all
Glares at my naked body
Sending rays of piercing ice
I shiver.
Hearing her voice, so calm
The sheer stupidity of it all
Reeling as blow after blow
Of hard reality crashes in
I grimace
Feelings too strong, dumbfounded
The total over-reacting of it all
Meaningless efforts gone
Reasons not understood
I cry
Lost
24 June, 2007 - 00:32 — SpikeStaring at the mess in front of me
Meanigless work, alien language
Listening to the music in my ears
Melancholic tune, foreign melody
Thinking of past mistakes
Regret mixed with sorrow
Irrevocable damage
Swimming in bitterness
Mind engulfed with her thoughts
Foolishly dreaming, wasted efforts
If only wishes came true by wishing hard
She would be smiling at me again
Fantasy brings tears to the eyes
Reality all but forgotten
Exams given up to fate
Already, things are way too late.
Poems on Tissue
24 June, 2007 - 00:32 — SpikeAs I sit here staring into space
I steal glances at her pretty, pretty face
And it inks into my memory so gently
Like the pen scribing so carefully
Not to tear the tissue into shreds
At the same time keeping my mind intact
Both ever so fragile
Soft, impressionable textiles
Standing in the House of God
Enraptured deep within my thoughts
Song and words stir up much emotion
In others, but I remain resilient
Refusal to accept their ways
Yet upfront, my angel prays
Unlike most tissue stained
I remain much free of taint
Looking out into the rain
Oh, such beauty, it causes pain
Music
24 June, 2007 - 00:32 — SpikeIf music doth soothe my soul,
Then thou art the instrument of love
Whose melody, maketh most man
Once wise, are now become fools.
And thy voice tinkles like wind chimes,
Soft and clear, a calming tune.
A note rising above the rest
Of mundane, toneless, sounds
Yes, music doth soothe my soul,
And thou art the instrument of my love
Who hath playeth the Piper’s Song,
Leading me blindly to thine river.
Turmoil
24 June, 2007 - 00:31 — SpikeEmotions tightening in knot
Contracting deep within
Suffocation in thoughts
Mind choked of own device
Dilemma walking to and fro
Lost within ambiguity
Torn apart by longing so
Anchored to two drifting poles
Temptation versus discipline
Battles fought within
Searching ever so keen
Solutions never to be found
Conflict hidden from view
Bloodspill within unseen
Straight face bidding adieu
Betrayed by total lack of expression
Megan
24 June, 2007 - 00:31 — SpikeSomewhat a pretty sight to behold
Yet she possesses much dangers untold
And when she did blew
Coins we all did threw
To purchase the amnesty she sold
As always, there's more than meets the eye
Unbelievable, but that's no lie
She gives us cookies
Lets us take snoozies
And even wishes take care, goodbye
Well, like it or not, she's here to stay
So I might as well give her grade A
Awful or Able?
Plain Acceptable.
Anyhow, have a Happy Teacher's Day!!
Moment
24 June, 2007 - 00:31 — SpikeMusic played soothingly in the background
As couples swayed gently to the sound
I weaved my wat through the crowd, seeking
The lady who had seemed so enchanting
My eyes ever darting
Anxiety building
A rose given to reflect her beauty
The price to pay for, never too hefty
A dance taken, against all odds
Little, but still, I thank the gods
My heart ever beating
Excitement mounting
Soft, velvety blue, shadows in my heart
Hesitantly, I don't know where to start
Lost in reverie, all else forgotten
Swept away by dreams still forbidden
My body ever floating
Bliss overwhelming
Goodbye
24 June, 2007 - 00:30 — SpikeGoodbye. Farewell.
Take care. See you.
Remember me. Write back.
All the best. Bon Voyage!
I've said them thousands of times
And I'm sick of it.
Parties. Celebrations.
Gifts. Cards.
Hugs. Kisses.
Tears. Promises.
I've seen them thousands of times
And I'm sick of it.
You know, I know.
Empty words.
False promises.
Pointless formalities.
Meaningless.
You're numb, I'm numb.
But still,
Take a part of me
I'll keep a part of you.
And like always
We'll say
Goodbye.
Departure
24 June, 2007 - 00:30 — SpikeGo in peace, my friend
And trouble me no more
For my heart is weary
With the burden you leave me
The burden of goodbye
Leave safely, my friend
And fret not for us
For my soul is lifted
With the bliss you provide me
The bliss of fellowship
Depart well, my friend
And set forth bravely
For my prayer follows
With love everlasting
The love of one true friend
