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DEAD POET'S SOCIETY sucking the marrow out of life |
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? -- how, 01:04:30 03/05/03 Wed
What should I write, I do not know. How should I divide, I do not know. When should I stop, I do not know. Where should I go, I do not know. What should I do, I do not know. Why should I type, I do not know. nothing. something. lost. feel dumb. kill me. fuck me. die for me. go away. piss off. damn. this is not a poem.
[angels tonight] -- da, 22:01:06 03/02/03 Sun
Angels will fall tonight.
The sky will glow
with lights from their wings.
The earth will resonate
with words of bliss they sing.
The wind will drift
with a rose scented warmth.
The city dwellers will dance
with lunacy never before seen.
Spirits will flow.
Birds will crow.
Street lamps will dim.
And I will sleep
with angels in my dream.
singsong -- sin, 16:15:14 03/02/03 Sun
unbelievable me.
impossible you.
[花月] -- da, 15:07:57 03/02/03 Sun
鏡中花 水中月 終究是空
然
手中花 山中月 豈不是空
[returning solo at night] -- da, 14:48:30 03/02/03 Sun
the blackbird
flew into the dark clouds at night
whence stars burst
and down came
the awakening silver streaks of rain
me, project and my screen -- how, 05:12:35 03/02/03 Sun
2.00am
staring at the screen
3.00am
typing and staring at the screen
3.30am
thinking and typing and staring at the screen
3.45am
stoning and thinking and typing and staring at the screen
3.55am
stopping and stoning and thinking and typing and staring at the screen
4.20am
the screen the screen the screen the screen the screen the screen the screen
4.30am
.
[] -- da, 00:08:56 03/02/03 Sun
It's dead
I know
Of course I know
I always know
And I know everything
And when I say it's dead
It's dead
[closeupshutup] -- sin, 23:43:36 02/28/03 Fri
Excuse me, Miss Busybody,
It would had never happened.
His laughter
always so
elusive
So
invasive
Would still be resounded in the winds
If you
Had only kept your big mouth shut.
a thousand regrets -- sin, 23:32:35 02/28/03 Fri
You were right
All along.
You have been right
About a thousand things before
But this time
You were right
About nothing.
Nothing is you.
But still I think you are worth saving.
Because a dancer told me today
That there must be nothing
To be something.
And you
You are my one thing.
Because I believe so.
[the grand march] -- da, 16:28:30 02/28/03 Fri
March on march on.
I don't wanna wait,
and can't wait,
any longer.
There isn't much time left
and the shining gates
are right ahead.
So march on march on.
feburary stars -- sin, 15:34:17 02/28/03 Fri
The ending has begun!
I will miss you,
Feburary stars.
After Frost at Midnight -- Mary Kinzie, 03:02:52 02/28/03 Fri
Moonrise, and no one wakened to notice how
Savage or hard the trances can sound from here
Where light picks out the deeper patches
Darkened by wind as if wind were knowledge.
Scraps rustle, stuck to a frozen canal where in
Summer, or later, there would be fragrances
Moved upward, felt by us as living,
Mingled with flecks of the chimney vapor.
Easy to think the cosmos grows poisonous
Or worse, while we improve: individuals
Marked out, despite our forlorn virtue
Eagerly wishing for nothing over.
[how] this is what i meant by formal. not a fantastic example, but whatever... you know what i mean.
posted by da
[2:35 am with a song in my head] -- da, 02:36:48 02/28/03 Fri
bum bum bum ba da du ba bum
bum bum bum ba da du ba bum
ba da dum
and I'm actually happy
you can call it an epiphany
[i for you, immortal to temporal] -- da, 01:16:38 02/28/03 Fri
I will marry you
You can have me
My body will be yours
to rape
My heart will be yours
to break
My soul will be yours
to waste
If It's all about possessing
and possessions
If it's all about destructing
and destructions
If it's all about lying
and lies
Who am I?
Why would anyone care to know?
To cause more harm?
To induce more pain?
When I see the clouds
I remember for now
that I'm chained to this earth
that I'm a mere sentient puppet
and when I meet my blue fairy
I would ask to be bailed
from this prison misnamed as life
So yes I will marry you
It really doesn't matter
[excuse me?] -- da, 00:49:42 02/28/03 Fri
ironically
an attention seeking
accusation
accusing the accused
of attention seeking
Exclamation of the damned -- sin, 23:35:44 02/27/03 Thu
You! You! You!
It is always you!
It has always been all about you!(what about me?)
But still.
It has always been
You.
you for i (through the looking glass of a girl) -- sin, 23:29:11 02/27/03 Thu
You will marry me
But I can never have you.
Your body may be mine
to take
But your heart will never be
mine
to break.
Who are you?
This diary of thoughts you keep in
This facade of promises you cling to
And this canopy of indifference you hide under
When I see the clouds
I am reminded
how you were given to me
how one day you'll be returned to one of them
and everything falls like scattered matter
everywhere
So yes you will marry me
But what good will that do.
[i for you] -- da, 20:43:44 02/27/03 Thu
I will marry you
You can have me
My body will be yours
to rape
Things of such worldliness
are no longer of any meaning
to me
Who am I?
Not this shell I dwell in
Not this name I adhere to
And not this mind I slave under
When I see the clouds
I remember the promise
that was given to me
that I will be one of them
and nothing else really matters
anymore
So yes I will marry you
I really do
The you not you. -- how, 19:27:54 02/27/03 Thu
You
The general you.
You
The surface you.
You
The you that's not you.
Yet it is you
I see
I smell
I hear
I touch
I taste
I imagine
You
The you that's not you.
who? we? -- jian, 07:47:20 02/27/03 Thu
weary
of all the negativity
diseased
the minds of modernity
revolting
what we call a way of living
detestable
that truth never comes on time
reality
a perception from our own minds
you -- how, 00:09:26 02/27/03 Thu
tired
Let go the masks you wear.
sick
End the games you play.
nauseous
Stop the rounds you make.
abhorred
Kill the self you display.
Color of wait. -- sin, 23:59:54 02/26/03 Wed
A blue blub.
And then euphoria.
It is you.
And then it is you no more.
scars -- sin, 23:07:36 02/26/03 Wed
Cancer.
It was uttered,
Like a dirty word.
silence=winner? -- jian, 22:43:28 02/26/03 Wed
hear the words beneath my breath
shit,damn,die,kill
words provoked against my will
hate, slash, bitch,ass
words one thought to be vile and ill
sparked by words I deemed foul and crass
I dont expect the world to see
but it's all so clear to me
[the day the water supply got cut] -- da, 22:06:26 02/26/03 Wed
I turned on the faucet
expecting water to flow
but alas
none but hollow coughs
streamed
into this empty trough
senses -- mel, 22:02:37 02/26/03 Wed
i see...
what i want to see
pearl white
admist the dark rolling blue
i touch...
what i want to touch
bits and pieces
cutting my hands
i smell...
what i want to smell
a fragrance
once long lost
but alas!
this is naught
but a dream...
lost -- mel, 21:56:01 02/26/03 Wed
searching
EVERYWHERE!
yet it evades my sight
somehow...
tossing and turning
things fly
is it for real?
still,
it evades me...
I see -- jian, 21:43:05 02/25/03 Tue
I see the waves at sea
they seem to smile at me
I saw the smile in your eyes
they seem to wave at me
I turned towards the sky
the clouds rained on me
they told me it was to be
that they had seen the person within me
that I was and would be
a part of what I see
[] -- da, 10:36:23 02/25/03 Tue
I saw
mountain ranges reducing into desert dunes
ocean plains elevating into forest greens
sulphur pools condensing into human lives
and I realized
that I had already met you
but I didn't recognize you then
dead. -- how, 23:18:42 02/24/03 Mon
The sun stopped shining.
The rain stopped pouring.
The birds stopped singing.
The children stopped laughing.
The music stopped playing.
when -- sin, 13:02:54 02/24/03 Mon
When all eternity has cease to begin
And the oceans catches up with the tides
I will meet you there.
[re: start] -- da, 23:36:18 02/23/03 Sun
Ah a guest
who brings not gifts
but words of jest
start -- how, 23:11:35 02/23/03 Sun
asked to be here
to write some thoughts
should i rhyme
or should i not
bits and pieces
memory blots
see me in action
probably not
me making sense
nothing of that sort
give up
finally a good thought
再別康桥 -- 徐志摩, 19:20:13 02/23/03 Sun
輕輕的我走了，正如我輕輕的來；
我輕輕的招手，作別西邊的雲彩。
那河畔的金柳，是夕陽中的新娘；
波光里的艷影，在我的心頭蕩漾。
軟泥上的青荇，油油的在水底招搖；
在康河的柔波里，我甘心做一條水草。
那樹蔭下的一潭，不是清泉，
是天上虹，揉碎在浮藻間，
沉淀着彩虹似的夢。
尋夢？
撐一支長篙，向青草更長處漫溯，
滿載一船星輝，在星輝斑斕里放歌，
但我不能放歌，悄悄是別離的笙蕭；
夏蟲也為我沉默，沉默是今晚的康橋！
悄悄的我走了，正如我悄悄的來；
我揮一揮衣袖，不帶走一片雲彩。
posted by da
[earthrise] -- da, 11:41:44 02/23/03 Sun
Ah
there go the birds
Goodbye
It was good while it all
lasted
[flamenco with jonathan] -- da, 11:38:20 02/23/03 Sun
Flaming fire in the bush
Swirling leaves in the air
Crashing waves in the ocean
Rumbling quakes in the land
All - at - your - feet
as you danced me the greatest dance
ever
[] -- da, 11:30:55 02/23/03 Sun
At least
I know
that
I am
someone
ramblingmumblings -- sin, 00:42:02 02/23/03 Sun
I
have
an
affair
with
my
diary.
lock -- mel, 00:23:17 02/23/03 Sun
when i got locked out yesterday... -__-
up
turn right
down drop
press down
clanks and it opens
insert and turn right
remember, it is twice
press down and push...
a wall standing there,
towering over you as it grows...
see? it's laughing.
hear it's silent laughter.. mocking you
"come in if you can"
that's what it's saying.
there i sit as
the clock ticks
waiting.....
awaiting.....
for the "click" of time...
hope -- jian, 12:25:50 02/22/03 Sat
someone wrote this about something I drew....
goodness...it's exactly how I feel...
Everyday
I see bodies void of souls
walking breathing living
around me
And I have this eminent fear
that I am one of them
red -- sin, 03:22:48 02/22/03 Sat
Magarittas
Make
All things
Look.
Shining.
unappreciated -- mel, 21:37:13 02/20/03 Thu
in my craft or sullen art - dylan thomas
In my craft or sullen art
Exercised in the still night
When only the moon rages
And the lovers lie abed
With all their griefs in their arms,
I labour by singing light
Not for ambition or bread
Or the strut and trade of charms
On the ivory stages
But for the common wages
Of their most secret heart.
Not for the proud man apart
From the raging moon i write
On these spindrift pages
Not for the towering dead
With their nightingales and psalms
But for the lovers, their arms
Round the griefs of the ages,
Who pay no praise or wages
Nor heed my craft or art.
ziqi -- sin, 21:30:06 02/20/03 Thu
Haha. Chanced upon a poem i wrote when i was younger, my secondary school days. Wrote it for my best friend, an artist, and years after i've forgotten about it, he drew it out and gave it back to me. And today i laugh at the childish foolishness of my words. And so the story goes...
Sometimes in your life
When things go wrong
Your worries are endless
And the roads are long
You start to wonder
If life's a game
You played to win
Only to lose the same
Just as you begin
To lose yourself
And your world falls apart
With everything esle
Someone comes along the way
When things get rough
Picks you up and says
Hang tough
He makes you laugh
And tells you it's ok to cry
If you fail this time
You could always try
Tomorrow creeps in
Pace by pace
Someday you'll eventually
Find your place
And as you walk in
The light of him
You know everything would be ok
As it seems
At the end
You'll finally find
Your friend was your savior
All the time
Believe me
After all I've been through
For I've been blessed
With a friend like you.
It's freaking long...........i'm not extremely proud of it.............but i was only sixteen...........
dream -- mel, 21:22:15 02/20/03 Thu
up we look
there!
a hole
in the midst of things
where
why
how
a light shines through...
or does it not
looking up
there i look
[] -- da, 18:35:31 02/20/03 Thu
I like it
when the sun
shines down on me
suddenly
as the clouds
in front of him
move away
liven -- sin, 00:37:38 02/20/03 Thu
I hate you.
I hate you.
You break me
Down.
break -- sin, 00:31:50 02/20/03 Thu
And I
I'm tired of the fights thst reign
Between me and the space that used to be you
Walls of invisiblity we couldn't see through.
So now we sit forever solitary
On our golden thrones in silent mockery.
When did it come to this?
I could almost begin to forget
How you, for me, have come to exist.
[miles] -- da, 12:26:36 02/19/03 Wed
I am tired of all the reins we chew
the dreams we persue
the searches for light
the quests for freedom
the baits set by conformity
the paradoxes set by individuality
How did it come to this?
To be caught between the truth
and the reality
weary -- jian, 23:11:39 02/18/03 Tue
I am tired of all the games we play
the words of denial we say
the fronts to impress
the walls to protect
the peeks we take over shoulders
the words we mutter beneath our breath
why must it come to this?
to let it live in our hearts
and let reality fade
[stephanie] -- da, 16:31:47 02/18/03 Tue
Whenever it rains and thunders
we would clap
our hands
cannot hold much
but we hold tomorrow
and the day after
and the next and the next and the next
in them
we ran
and danced
and shouted
our joy
is unceasing.
We believe in eternity
and we know
all that we have
now will not
end
of the storms,
we'd be filled with
gratification
and hoping for
the next to come soon.
But we
if you leave,
will
never meet again.
[meaningless words] -- da, 16:00:31 02/18/03 Tue
Blinding lights
Deafening sounds
Suffocating atmosphere
Desensitizing pain
Choking pieces of milk soaked bread crumbs
[drivel] -- da, 00:54:40 02/18/03 Tue
sweet
peas
are
nice
Empty -- sin, 23:57:53 02/15/03 Sat
You asked me what I wanted
Like you were God
And the whole world exists solely
For you. Around you.
I say
I want.
A boy who laughs for no one esle.
A chance-taker who hates to gamble.
A daredevil petrified by my absence.
A coward unafraid of falling.
A poet who sings me to sleep.
A runner with no destination.
An atheist who believes in me.
An opportunist with no agenda.
I dare you ever to ask me what I want
Again.
catherina. -- sin, 23:25:49 02/15/03 Sat
A proud cat
Arches on fours
Parading its claws
Pirouettes around where the boys sat.
A proud cat
Doesn't know it's stray
Believes in a better day
Wants to be had.
drinking water -- jian, 22:41:51 02/15/03 Sat
drinking water with a corpse within
it's bobbing head staring at me
on a second look
it changed colour
rather it was another
then a third
floating in mid water
with each sip
one corpse approaches
the other two at the bank
next to the bubbles
the water tasted sweet
I was careful to keep the corpses away
three poor souls
two red
one black
attracted by sugar
survival was the cause of their death
resultant -- jian, 09:10:36 02/15/03 Sat
loudness begets loudness
noise begets noise
hate begets hate
pain begets pain
I shall abstain
from futile exchange
flowers at midnight -- jian, 00:19:51 02/15/03 Sat
flowers at midnight
on valentine's day
scents of fresh flowers
dazzle in the light
sense of hope
sense of relief
the simple joys I once partook
relived in a moment of bliss
october -- jian, 08:26:04 02/14/03 Fri
20th october
a day to remember
a day to forget
motorcycles and cucumbers
red and black cars
a tune by ann
a seat for fann
an odd occasion
a wrong recollection
distant items
on the day I remembered
adult writing children poetry -- sin, 20:46:21 02/13/03 Thu
[cobbler,cobbler mend me shoe....
get it done by half past two....]
Taxi man
Taxi man
Tell me where I am.
My heart is running
My head is playing
Catch-me-if-you-can.
Taxi man
Taxi man
How do you always know?
Which path to choose
Which road to cruise
And when you should follow?
Taxi man
Taxi man
Give me some direction.
My mind's disjoint
No cardinal point
Exists for my discretion.
Taxi man
Taxi man
Tell me who I am.
[life in a nutshell] -- da, 18:00:28 02/13/03 Thu
I am everyday sometimes but
living I go I get usually
in a to the lucky I will just
very school and something go to
colorful and back great my school
city home happens and back home
[a jeremiad for the living] -- da, 19:57:02 02/12/03 Wed
The hands of time
were snipped today
and the rest of the grime
was sealed away
in a round mummy case
of colorful acrylic
with etches on a surface
like some epitaph in cyrillic
and displayed up high
for the public to chide
the spirit and soul and eye
of the time still alive inside.
but you can't hold it -- sin, 18:17:45 02/12/03 Wed
A watch repair man
At the outside
Of a coffeeshop stand
Repairs the hands
Of
time
But at the same
time
is watching
time
go by
Between his hands.
I wanted to ask
If he could managed the task
of fixing
Broken times
Wasted times
Lost times.
And if he would sell me some time sometimes.
[] -- da, 03:35:32 02/12/03 Wed
The king and I
were eating a pie
of berries and pears
and honey and hares.
With a long drawn sigh,
the king said to I,
"it would have been nice,
if there were some mice."
"No, no, how can that be?
It's perfect with honey,
and rest of the stuff."
I declared in a huff.
"Ah yes, honey and mice,
steamed twice and baked thrice,
topped with gratings of a swan!"
but the king rattled on.
He didn't even care,
sitting on his chair,
about my only advice,
of what is really nice!
At this I fled -
he should eat dirt instead.
What a waste of my days,
I must seek other brighter ways.
embrace -- jian, 21:44:54 02/11/03 Tue
why would someone embrace his possessions
and not let go
no matter where he goes?
a sense of distrust?
a sense of insecurity?
The chance to leave in haste?
a taste i cannot embrace
remy zero -- sin, 17:19:22 02/11/03 Tue
With you one look
Just one look and
everything is shattered.
With you one look
Towers burn and
Fall, fall fall.
probably maybe -- sin, 02:40:24 02/11/03 Tue
If I met your heart on my journey one day
I stop to ask if its rooms were made for two
And how or what determines its capacity
Of why you should love me tomorrow more than today
And if my road to it was worth its way.
[your reality is fake] -- da, 21:38:00 02/10/03 Mon
You think,
I don't.
I feel,
you won't.
Don't give me that blink,
or wink,
at least I know that the surreal,
is really the real.
Rationality.inc -
nothing but anti-ideal,
nothing but wont.
Hysterical state of intoxication -- sin, 16:47:13 02/10/03 Mon
Light airy lofty housing board estates
Rainbows and clouds
A hole in the sky and magic castles
Giant fish tanks with a concrete zoo.
Bra factories in the US
Producing care bears and strawberry nutella
Cantilevering overhangs
Made of light green and red spaces.
[haiku] -- da, 23:16:37 02/09/03 Sun
And i walked around
Gawking at the clouds and stars
Ignoring the ground
Ode to Nicholas -- sin, 14:22:23 02/09/03 Sun
I met you at the mall
You came up to me
Or rather, you slowed down,
Deliberately.
You with your laughing eyes,
Your half crooked grin,
You looked up to me
Like I was the most beautiful thing you've ever seen.
Our feet, they
Fell in step with each other, pace by pace, heart to heart
They told me you loved to dance in the street
Even when the music failed to start.
You said you loved the yellow bear most,
It dances in your hair by the cap that you wore,
You called it 'Winnie' and handed it to me like a precious thing
I called it 'sacrifice'.
You wanted me to teach you math.
I wanted you to teach me to fall in love for the first time again.
But Nicholas, oh nicholas,
You are but only eight.
[] -- da, 23:44:37 02/08/03 Sat
Hey diddle diddle
The cat ate the fiddle
The cow dated with the prune
The little dog barfed
To sniff such snort
And the fish ran away with a croon
swing -- jian, 22:53:48 02/08/03 Sat
Is it too much to ask to be at peace?
Some tell me to be sober
to awake form my dream
Yet I find comfort in sleepwalking
Others tell me not to take things too seriously
Any attempt to me is a luxury
I tell myself to ignore the voices
To ignore the draw of success
I toil in circles
Only to be confronted by me
wonder -- jian, 18:38:55 02/08/03 Sat
sometimes I wonder
why we bother
to seek meaning in all the things we do
to seek worth in our possesions
I won't have it
because it does not belong to me
it is only on loan
[gibberish dedicated to noone] -- da, 00:40:31 02/08/03 Sat
a multi-tasking multi-tasker
a book a computer a handphone and a radio
a mind that controls all but controls none
a body that moves everywhere but moves nowhere
a scream that deafens but yet oh so silent
a death a revival and another death
a background noise that steals the attention
a secret smile that has no replacement
[arborama] -- da, 21:39:56 02/07/03 Fri
How far?
How high?
How is it that the thing I am looking for is always right underneath me?
flash animation from conclave obscurum.
wanted -- jian, 18:47:03 02/07/03 Fri
I wanted to be me
yesterday
today
[] -- da, 13:44:02 02/07/03 Fri
And I wanted to be free.
To see.
To disagree.
so you want a basic color,huh -- sin., 13:30:22 02/07/03 Fri
I wanted to make you proud.
To stand up.
To take notice.
An old favourite -- sin, 12:50:30 02/07/03 Fri
September - Jennifer Michael Hecht
Tonight there must be people who are geting what they want.
I let my oars fall into the water.
Good for them Good for them, getting what they want.
The night is so still that I forget to breathe.
The dark air is getting colder. Birds are leaving.
Tonight there are people getting just what they need.
The air is so still that it seems to stop my heart.
I remember you in a black and white photograph
taken this time of some year. You were leaning against
a half-shed tree, standing in the leaves the tree had lost.
When I fianlly exhale it takes forever to be over.
Tonight, there are people who are so happy,
that they have forgotten to worry about tomorrow.
Somewhere, people have entirely forgotten about tomorrow.
My hand trails in the water.
I should not have dropped those oars. Such a soft wind.
Inside Nothing -- Nick Flynn, 11:00:31 02/07/03 Fri
A sun-fed engine, the inside
constant, a flower taken
whole. In winter our wings
move faster, to keep the sun
inside, inside nothing
& we fill the nothing with suns,
line them up,
swallow sap, swallow
field, drop by drop, each stem
a pump. Rose to rose to rose to
rose to rose to rose to rose all
summer gone, calyx &
anther. We move
still faster, fields grow
constant, inside
the color of heat. Clinging we
pull our bodies
across a chain of bodies, become
the chain, climb nothing,
always
up, toward suns, line them up
inside us, a flower taken whole,
a field built inside. It rises.
Each blade, each sun.
[] -- da, 22:50:48 02/06/03 Thu
It is odd
That we should converse this way
But better that
Than to have our souls rot and decay
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