Category Archives: Sad

Poem: Anniversary II

I asked him what’s the purpose of the maple leaf,
in a spur of moment. He grinned, I didn’t utter a word.
Instead, he asked me to go ahead and laugh.
He doesn’t mind. Most people think collecting maple
leaves being ridiculous and gay.

Coincidentally, we stayed in the same hostel,
but in a different dormitory. He insisted to treat
me breakfast the next day. Tim Hortons was two blocks away.

We walked in, there was a couple
sitting opposite our direction, who professed his love
to this girl. She asked the boy to prove his love to her?
The boy was perplexed. The girl then began showing her sinister grin.
The boy took the plate of an unfinished sandwich from the next table
and ate it in front of her. While I was disgusted by this sick joke,
he whispered. “Look at how romantic those lovebirds are.”

During dinner, he ate like a glutton and then drank himself away,
digesting bottles after bottles of alcoholic fermented malt.
We spent a night at the Waterfront Station,
sleeping on the bench. As we were on our way back to the hostel,
the only word he said was I’m sorry.

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Poem: Monologue 00.00.007

Strolling along Petaling Street,
Do you remember a stall that sells herbal tea
of red dates, dried longan and winter melon?
Thirst-quenching, sans your fingers with mine,
The sound of straw sucking inside one paper cup.
The flavour worth walking down the memory lane,
Rainy day I did not quiver, nor I hated you’ve left,
I am stronger than you and I have thought,
Loneliness I shan’t be caught,
A pep-talk on morning shower I will forever jot

Poem: The Prayer

Dear Heaven & Earth,

Heal my soul
Save me from this fire,
Grant me peace
May the world is the greater
place to live

No hell on earth.
Nurse my depression
Treat it with kindness
A pardoning heart
Propounding secrecy with love

From
An
Ingénue

Poem: Sad Letter

Grounded by you
My heart is in your embrace
Lacking is your warmth
Thinking of you wherever you are

The letter you sent
I received it today
On my palm it rests

Quietly reading
The sound of air-con humming

With tears falling

Poem: Living Alone

Leaves falling
with tenderness
No pedestrian at the crossing
The reflection isn’t me
Weakened
after you’ve left
Your shadow is at every corner
Reminding me
Without you
I’m lonely

Getting used to live alone
Pretending that I
haven’t been in love before
Cold chilling night
heating tears to warm me
Love is over
Irretrievable
I think I can get through this
Erase the memories
you’ve promised

This love
How can it end this way?

This love
Is like a dream
I’ve messed it up
I should be awake
By now.

Poem: Life

If there’s a chance to love again
I will choose wisely besides following my heart
If there’s a time to voice my opinion
I think not only me but the rest

Life has a beginning but ending isn’t always happy
Be contented is the way back to basic
The more you hope for; the worst may come to you
I’m not being pessimistic. This is what I’ve been

You don’t know my strength until you brew me dry
When I rise I’ll soar directly like an eagle to the sky

Poem: Perfect Fan

I am one in the million
Or billion
I am not as expressive
like others

I heard you were in town
Not going
Hate the crowd and noises
can’t have you for me

I promise not to say
the ‘L’ word
It comes with uninhibited financial support
and lots of it; I can’t afford

I am an imperfect fan
not a stalker
I don’t want to be known as one
no connection between us

You have a sick fan
very sick
Confused and depressed
an unacceptable talented person

Searching for the conglomerate of words
just too smart
Nobody’s willing to give an opportunity
to shine

Continue to create passionately
Believing never too far
Within the reach only the matter of time
Improvise

We shan’t meet
Wearing the mask made of Clinique
Tell me that you’re imperfect too
So to be at your rank

They say actor is heartless
I say one man’s fortune makes the less for others

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Dear Gems,

Let me take the time to thank each one of you for ‘liking’ and following my blog. I truly appreciate it from the bottom of my heart. On the other hand, I’ve been composing lyrics too. So, I may want to start a lyrical poem on weekends only, as some of my followers are musicians. What do you all think?

Yangsze Choo

Likes to eat and read

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“Trusting God turns the deepest crisis into the highest praise.”

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Sincerely, Shalom

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