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another poem

here's another poem.

i'm like taking the chance to clean out my closet of skeletons. no space for new clothes lah.

this poem is really old. but it's prolly the best i've written. yes it's about a boy. sheesh. gossip hungry bitchez.

Just Call Me Mental
The heart is willing but the body is weak
How could I put words in your mouth when your money's in it?
I write lies and lies about lying.
But nothing compares to when I'm lying on my bed
And dreaming of you and how next to hurt you
Just 'cos it feels so good to see you cry.

Fuelled by "Th Mmrs", just not yours
Honestly I tried just not so hard.
And like a pill this kills me ever so sweetly.
Call me mental but yes, I am and you're physical.
I need more than this and less of this
Maybe you can call me when you get it.

Now the body is willing but the heart is weak.

COMMENTS! ^{constructive ones}

poem i came up with in the school library.

As Yet Untitled
tonight.
we will make things right.
tonight.
i won't put up a fight.

bored and disconcerted.
my mind seeked to wander
out of these four walls
and into the past's blunders.

i used to be happy once
when i was small and clueless.
i wonder where that lie has gone
now we're grown and jaded.

hearts have been broken
fueds have been started
noah, you're growing so old
but i bet you're a lot smarter.

my mind comes back
to the present familiar
i jerk and sit up
there's only one more question to ponder:

who's gonna be at my funeral?

the emo game

okay let's set the record straight.

i'm not emo.

there i said it.

but i do know the difference between the real emo kids and the posers. the posers are those who actually say that they're emo.

quote from someone's blog: "If any of you doesn't know the meaning of "emo", it means EMOTIONAL, made short by retards that are too lazy to either say the word in full or type a few more words. Not only that but many teenagers had made this word into something to be proud of. I've seen people on MSN Mesenger setting their display name as " I want to be emo today" or "Why am I so emo today"..."

he has confused the Beng with the Emo Kid.

the sheena definition of:-

the Beng: a male sub-species of the Singapore teen who has typically no sense of style whatsoever and is the human equivalent of a chameleon, meaning he is able to take on different style influences and is able to use his ability to make the outfit and the overall look appear garish/tacky/loud.

the Emo Boy: a male sub-species of the Singapore teen who has typically only one style. his uniform comprises of a tight-fitting polo tee or a band shirt and black skinny jeans. his influences are from the music he listens to and music is practically everything to him.

yep that's the main difference. at least from my point of view.

so i'm not asking anyone to be a emo kid but at least give them some respect.

and don't freaking spam me. you know who. yes you.

comments please. :D

zomg.

i'm going teenie yet again.

cute is what we aim for is great!

i know they're pop their lyrics are awesome. seriously wicked with a pinch of humour and a whole serving of sarcasm.

check this out.

Risque by Cute Is What We Aim For

go my friendster see.

haha.

there's good attention and bad attention.

God.

just when you thought life's all peaches and cream.

you find out that the peaches are rotten and the cream is fucking expired.

"i could write it better than you ever felt it. so hum hallelujah..."

haha i'm like a lawyer with the way i'm always trying to get off you.

i cut my hair on monday. at the jean yip place at lot1. waited a whole century for this bitch-head girl to wash my hair. then waited another century after the gorillas evolved into humans for this gay hairdresser dude to come. hmmm. i think he hasn't evolved completely yet, because his gigantic hands are, well, gigantic. and they kept hitting me on my head. WTF! he's lucky i didn't get concussion cos of his low IQ.

shit. i think he's retarded. or at least didn't finish gorilla hairdressing school. he kept talking about how my new hairstyle was going to make me look like Lucify. it took a lot to hold me back after that fuck comment k! what the hell does he expect me to look like? some wannabe cheena punk rocker?!

fortunately this hairstyle is awesome. haha. gorilla school taught him well.

if i ever have gorilla babies, i'm sending them to hairdressing school.

wait.

that is so wrong.