I am beginning to see a faint light at the end of the tunnel. But to be able to se the light better I need more 'touchlights' and 'companions' so that I can reach the place faster and safers.. Would you take the risk and come join me in providing me the 'torchlight' and 'companions'...The two items here are the poems you can pen down here and with each poem the power to continue the journey to the end of the tunnel will be brighter. Feel free to convey any poem here... After all, what life without love, hate, anger, happiness, etc...

I'll start with a short poem that I have attempted to write:


FAKE IT

You can fake that smile
but You can't fake that face.
You can fake Your words
but You can't fake that feeling.
You can fake that concerned voice
But You can't fake your intentions.
How far a long more you want to FAKE IT?
fake is false
fake is fishy
fake I say is showing 'coffin face'
but still puts on a smile for the whole world to see
So I say stop fake, faked and faking it
cause all you ever get is F*** IT....

* up to individual choice of words...

PEACE
JAINE

Make it, don't fake it
If you do, you might break it
There's so much I can take
Don't do it, for goodness sake

I see through you, don't fake it
As clear a view, as I can make it
As false as lies, as clear as skies
As phony as plastic, you ain't gonna make it

Desist, you pretender
Your falsehood, just surrender
Rid off your make belief
Jump off the nearest cliff

You said it was about W-M-Dees
So we now have 100,000 dead Iraqis
They never recovered from your sanctions
Nor from your other insidious actions;

You said it was about weapons proliferation
So you threatened annihilation
You took their breath
You delivered them death;

You said it was about terrorism
But we see a front for imperialism
To grip the Middle East with an iron claw
Never mind the trauma, the turmoil, from the war;

You said it was about bin Laden
But we were not convinced, nor ardent
You humiliated its people
They seemed beneath even your spittle;

You said it was about democracy
But it wasn’t difficult to see
In your greed for oil
You besmirched Iraqi soil;

Your vengeance knows no boundary
You blitzkrieged the country
You stomped them in their hives
You cared not for their lives;

What does it take to win the peace?
Aren’t you interested in the least?
Or will Iran and Syria fall next?
Decapitated under your sharpened axe?

In all that kitsch, it’s all just pitsch
In all that muck, we became schmucks;

So tell me what was it really about?
But don’t tell me lies about Baghdad.

read the daily newspaper
What do you see?
bombing,killing,raping that goes rapidly by
like a humour that deserves no laughing
like a song that lyrics are meant not to be sung
i said a little pray each day hoping God would listen please make this world a better place

but i feel God has
move on to something more beautiful,peaceful,
and not sinful....
burying our souls thats cold and dark and hollow


the time has come
but it is hard to say
i wish it was simple
i am close enough to see
we on the other side of the world
He's on the other side of the world
He has left us
with blood in His eyes and
I think God has given up on us...

pretending to be a real "person" is like running away from being yourself that may be cause by internal nightmare or memory. many of us are afraid of thruth, from the peom it can be studying that the person is lying his/her words everytime but what the writer had just painfull and all what she/his achieve just "nothing" but Fake..

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I too do think of you …
when my world is blue
and my troubled thoughts run riot askew

I too do think of you …
when I know nought what to do
and my worried mind has not a clue

I too do think of you …
when my debts of emotions are due
and the clouds of doubts distort my view

I too do think of you …
when my joys are few
and my fleeting pleasures just upped and flew

I too do think of you …
when the pain is true
and my injured pride doesn't take the cue

I too do think of you …
when there’s none to coo
and the shame evolves with none else to rue

I DO think of you
But when it gets too rough
and I can't hang tough
I’ll sue the pants off you
Or shout out loud
"Screw you! Too!!"

Amoi,
No..,no...
I am not going to say another thank you
I am going to say glad to meet you
glad to be with you
glad to be here
glad we are here
glad we were there

glad that january came
glad that january we came
since then, everything is not the same
we too are not the same
but we came
and met
and we are now what we became.

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redgarfield (A98283)

Painted picture...



And the brush kept stroking the canvas,
trying hard to paint a picture of you,
wanting all the memories that was us,
wanting all the dreams that had you....
A picture painted is a picture reserved,
because somehow i knew i didnt deserve you,
So i now i paint again,
with sweat, tears and pain,
living life in the fast lane,
made me make you look mundane,
and for that.... i am sorry...
it was never me to say forgive me....
but i now i paint you...
hoping your last breath was exhaled when you were thinking of me.....

Missing.
(Dedicated to the lost children of the world.)


Did anybody see my heir?
Or did I not make myself clear?
Bad prediction I really fear,
To someone that is dear,
The warm I put on hold,
Inside of me I let it cold.

As times flies,
I know my baby cries,
Somewhere, somehow in a hollow place,
With that scared little face,
Escorted by spooky beasts,
My baby won’t be at ease.

Crown the crowd for the help,
Give them a big clap;
Cheers to those who rear,
In the search of my dear;
-Still, it’s a never ending quest,
Until then, I shall never rest.

The sad song I hum,
Pray no harm will come,
Before it, I won’t be calm,
The feeling just taunt,
The lost still haunt,
To my dearest heir I hunt.


I wrote this thing a long time ago, specially to adik Nurin Jazlin (lost and found) and adik Sharlini( lost and not found).

exams...
exams...
EXAMS...

the word reeks of a freaking bad smell
which is slaughtering my poor brain cell
and making my life a living hell
when the time comes and there rings the bell
enter a teacher with hair dripping gel
I dunno the outcome but I can tell
after this my excuses won't sell
And all in all I won't be well