I don't wanna dance
This is a new poem I wrote, inspired by my dear friend, Yoke Peng. She is a very nice girl who has gone through a lot recently. This poem is not for her, but for the weakness of mankind. We all try to justify ourselves and play "nice guy" and avoid the true point of things.

I don’t wanna dance

I don’t wanna dance
It’s not that I can’t
It’s not you either
But the clothes that you wear
And you carry an air
No! It’s not you
It’s the lights and blaring sounds

It’s not that I can’t
But I just don’t wanna dance

With you

Lovey Dovey
As I said before, my peoms are getting lovey dovey of late. It has just got worse. I wrote this new poem out of frustration. The poem is short and meaning turns out to be quite good, but it's still lovey dovey. Sigh~ this is so not me...

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Incessant Love
Opulent, Vehement Emotions
Sings
A Yearning Warmth
And Ends

第一次
這是我第一次以華文寫blog。 昨晚是淒美的一晚。有雨﹐有痛﹐有悲哀﹐還有朋友的關懷。人生至此無怨無哀矣﹗我的華文程度不算佳﹐沒辦法寫出好詩﹐所以在此與大家分享藤井樹的佳詩。
此詩是我的心情﹐是我的主題也是我的宿命。

之間

一個男孩，一個女孩
若相遇是應該，是否有緣分相愛
一個有心，一個無心
若付出是唯一，是否有真心回應
怕的是緣淺，把握得了現在，卻讓未來染了塵埃
這就是愛情，不在乎的很多
最後卻是不在乎傷了自己
人有多慷慨，神昏昏看著對方走來
你把心掏開，直到最後一片空白
人有多悲哀，眼睜睜看著對方離開
你改變心態，直到你心淌出血來
依然給的精采，依然要不到愛
~藤井樹

有人說我太多愁善感。那有人說的沒錯。

Sins
Back to the topic of sins again... I'm a sinner, I never denied the fact. I'm a person beyond redemption. But I can never understand why am I born a sinner? I never asked to be born, and now that I'm born, I know that I have to go to Hell... Doesn't sound that appealing does it? If being alive means to sin, to suffer and to die and subsequently burn in Hell, I rather not... But this is provided that the Christians or any other religion that believe in the Almighty God are right. So basically, I can sum up that, the worse thing I've did was being born into this world. Or maybe that's the worse thing my parents ever did, that is to give birth to me. So to end sin in this world, we should all stop giving birth?

Here's a poem I wrote quite some time ago about sins, and the inneccesities to blaming yourself...

Fanatic

"Sinned, I have sinned"
"Cut my hands for I have stolen"
"Unclean, I'm unclean"
"Smash my brains my thoughts are rotten"
"Evil, I'm Evil"
"My deeds are worst than the Devil"
"Murdured, I have murdured"
"Drown in the seas of hatred"
"Slept, I have overslept"
"I missed the hour of the praying plan"
"Borned, I'm borned"
"A living blasphemy in this wretched land"

Alone
Inpiration for poems again? I do not know why.
Maybe I'm just wallowing in self-pity, but I enjoy it anyhow.

I watched Ghost In The Shell again lately, which sets me back
to thinking what is life? What makes me me? Is my soul real?
Is my memories real? Have I been tampered with? Do I even
exist? Or am I just a concept, a thought, by some greater being
so vast I cannot even begin to comprehend?

Well back to my poem. I have changed a bit lately. Been writing
poems of lovey dovey nature. They are dark, but still lovey
dovey.

Alone

Loneliness
I do not know

A whisper in the winds
Your voice?

Sweet melody in a closed heart
A presence
Never once felt

Then gone
As the moonlight
Stolen by the clouds
My shadow lost its home

Loneliness
You taught me so