Psychomantium of the mind; To see, to write.

Tuesday, July 31, 2007

CAN YALL LIKE HELP KEEP THIS SITE ALIVE!!! RAWR!

Appraisal

It's raining, why doesn't the ground get wet?
Crystals halt in mid air, tears adrift.
Has time stopped?

An accomplice for show, "what's the time?" you ask.
Look at him, the display is the answer.
Do not trust him though.

He has forgotten to move, lost his will.
Yet he knows his purpose, yet chooses not?
Or is he too apathetic, lacking strength in mind.

I guess the batteries are out, got to wind it up.
They mock him, "USELESS!" they yell.
Why is it so?

Its platinum! We all know, We can see
All so obviously! It's worth a million some say
You know it's priceless.

Still people laugh, but it is finally wound.
Manual though, but works alright.
Now its ticking, watch
you'r back.

Just to reiterate, there are no typos of any sort! ITS MEANT LIKE THAT! guess! :)

-CYNNN

beauty is as beauty does; we write what we think

Thursday, July 26, 2007

The Fireplace

Smoldering desire for you
Here right beside me.
As I stare at the crackling fireplace

Flames dancing wildly
Wisps of smoke spiraling in the air
And a sip of soothing Chamomile tea

All by myself
With the soft orange glow
Illuminating the dimly lit room

A fusion of loneliness, and tiredness
Deep in the core of my psyche
Like paint forcefully mixed
Into a single drably colour

I felt myself sinking deeper
Into sub consciousness.
Your presence lingers.
I feel your warmth.
As the chilly winds howl outside.

I am in utopia
Emotions transcending time
And colossal distances
Defying reality

In this sleep, I’ll remain satisfied.
Never wanting to wake up again
To what is a nightmare in reality.

~A Guest~

beauty is as beauty does; we write what we think

Bridges

Bridges are like relationships
Bridges are built
Bridges are burnt
And some bridges are simply forgotten

Some bridges get upgraded
Some bridges get destroyed
Some bridges are unfortunately left to corrode with time

The orange ball of flame illuminating the sky
Setting gradually over the horizon
As darkness creeps across the land
In a distance, lies the shadow of an old wooden bridge
Spanning across the vast canyon

On the other side,
Exists a world of light and vibrancy
Where grand bridges multiply
Creating a huge network of land masses

Here, remains a lone abandoned bridge
In a world of darkness and solitude

Time and distance
Wind and rain
Pounding Heavily
Eroding Slowly
The very foundation of this wooden bridge

Ropes are frayed
Planks are rotten
History of a bridge
Once used frequently,
But, never ever maintained.

No! This bridge is not broken
It’s just forgotten…
Is there hope for a come back?
Only time will tell…

Girl, tell me…
Will you ever cross this bridge again?
I’m waiting…
For the sun to rise once more.

~A Guest~

beauty is as beauty does; we write what we think

Autumn Leaves

Grey, overcast sky
Chilly winds howling vehemently
Silhouette of a single maple tree looming
Stretching out for the non-existent sun

Now, laden with dark, withering leaves
Rustling with each blow
The struggle to hold on proved futile.
The burden was way too heavy.

Brown pieces falling in unison…
Spiraling downwards to the grave
Where all would rot into the ground
And the cycle repeats…

I stretched out my hand…
A privileged piece descended onto my palm…
I caressed through the creases
And placed it close to my heart

A silent vow on my part
Whenever you fall
I will be there to support you
Amidst all conditions
Good or bad.

~A Guest~

beauty is as beauty does; we write what we think

Grief,there's nothing wrong.
Sorrow,there's nothing wrong.
Contempt justifies and comforts but it is
alcohol.
Accepting,
accepting the rain and scorching sun in the course of time
and hope.

---Jia Xin

beauty is as beauty does; we write what we think

Monday, July 16, 2007

AFTER SUCH A LONG REST, WE SHLD START POSTIN AGN!!! RAWR!

updating yall with some of the poems i've written for nikki beh!!first is,

Abhorrence

Enslaved, asphyxiating
In superflous schadenfreude.
Beholding the life phlebotomize from you,
Trickles of contentment released through my pores.
Inundating in nectareous rancor,
Imbibing your perspirations of proliferating sorrow,
Indulging in your poignancy.

Orgasm which knows no bounds actualized.

NEXT UP IS

Me, US, none.

Emerging from solitude, my world of zen,
Suddenly submerged into the system.
Forced into a facade,
Of Pollyannaism.

Crushed of all my features,
I smile because I have to.

AND LASTLY IS

Dare

You consider,
It feels safe enough.
You struggle,
Sometimes, all seems tough.
You back off,
You want to give up.

Life, live it.

THAT'S IT! hahahaha!! tryin out the last few lines thingy for some effect!! the first one was just fun to write.. like REALLY fun!! haha. The second one was thought thru a teensie weensie bit, and the last one was right off my head! HAHA ENJOY!!! :))

REVIVE THIS BLOG BABEH!

CYNNN

beauty is as beauty does; we write what we think

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Aspiration is not the battle of 'survival' to be

the Queen Bee.

-Jia Xin

beauty is as beauty does; we write what we think

Monday, July 9, 2007

Sight bites.
Perception bisects; dissects
Clarity tears
It strips, rips
Cuts us in twain; leaves us in vain
Better the murmuring madness
Murky murder
That maims; tames pain
As the snake trainer tames
His own constrictor.

been a while. Raphire here.

beauty is as beauty does; we write what we think