<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998262699865868532</id><updated>2012-01-14T23:25:58.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>poetry for the world</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscesariel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998262699865868532/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscesariel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ariel Toh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-U3P0UdVm1og/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABG4/vbXIq9NA5oE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998262699865868532.post-5522954034234782664</id><published>2007-10-06T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T20:33:52.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Just For You</title><content type='html'>I walked miles under the hot sun,&lt;br /&gt;I combed every place possible,&lt;br /&gt;Through the rainstorms and the glaring sun.&lt;br /&gt;All Just For You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I revamped and changed,&lt;br /&gt;I took extra time and effort,&lt;br /&gt;And just smiled beautifully.&lt;br /&gt;All Just For You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what i get from all these years,&lt;br /&gt;With the sweat, teras, and pain,&lt;br /&gt;Was just a show of my insignificance.&lt;br /&gt;My unimportance was clearly spelt,&lt;br /&gt;Without even a word of sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sacrificed nights of sleep,&lt;br /&gt;I wasted my health and energy,&lt;br /&gt;I used all i have and was left with,&lt;br /&gt;All Just For You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quarelled with mum and dad,&lt;br /&gt;I defended your qualities and actions,&lt;br /&gt;And im always behind to carry you when you tire,&lt;br /&gt;All Just For You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never asked for much,&lt;br /&gt;A recognition would be good,&lt;br /&gt;A returned love would be miraculous.&lt;br /&gt;Yet you just gave me aches and pain,&lt;br /&gt;As i hear the soft cracking sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the cracking sound of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Is too soft to be heard amongst your joy and laughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Note: this is my first attempt at writing song lyrics. it still sounded abit like poetry.. hmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998262699865868532-5522954034234782664?l=piscesariel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscesariel.blogspot.com/feeds/5522954034234782664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998262699865868532&amp;postID=5522954034234782664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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hid myself in the familiar corner of the room,&lt;br /&gt;My right hand supporting Scott on my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;The smell of Scott never vanished,&lt;br /&gt;The tears in his always swell but never fall.&lt;br /&gt;The moon looked down and covered me&lt;br /&gt;In her blanket of moonlight warmth&lt;br /&gt;Stars danced around my body,&lt;br /&gt;making Scott smile and began to dance as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as the darjness come and spread like fire,&lt;br /&gt;Dark clouds took away my blanket,&lt;br /&gt;Strong winds blew away the stars.&lt;br /&gt;Scott stood there, sad and helpless,&lt;br /&gt;So i helped him back onto my shoulders&lt;br /&gt;And rested my hand upon his.&lt;br /&gt;Hush now my baby, go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I will be here with you till dawn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998262699865868532-1232922280433331476?l=piscesariel.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-U3P0UdVm1og/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABG4/vbXIq9NA5oE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998262699865868532.post-4053170951196702455</id><published>2007-07-05T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T06:07:13.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Special from within</title><content type='html'>Everyone is special,&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is made that way.&lt;br /&gt;Don't blame anyone or youself for anything,&lt;br /&gt;Because you're also special in your very own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are judged by the cover,&lt;br /&gt;A habit everyone has to admit.&lt;br /&gt;But it takes time for one to discover,&lt;br /&gt;The true self within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People may treat you badly,&lt;br /&gt;With biasness and hostility.&lt;br /&gt;Blinded by the cover,&lt;br /&gt;they are just showing that a change is needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accept youself for who you are,&lt;br /&gt;For others cant, if you don't.&lt;br /&gt;And when you really do believe,&lt;br /&gt;You will find youself with true friends indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i took this from friendster. i wrote this a yr ago for some one who was special to me then. yep. ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998262699865868532-4053170951196702455?l=piscesariel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscesariel.blogspot.com/feeds/4053170951196702455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998262699865868532&amp;postID=4053170951196702455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998262699865868532/posts/default/4053170951196702455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998262699865868532/posts/default/4053170951196702455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscesariel.blogspot.com/2007/07/everyone-is-special-everyone-is-made.html' title='Special from within'/><author><name>Ariel Toh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-U3P0UdVm1og/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABG4/vbXIq9NA5oE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998262699865868532.post-2125133067044608512</id><published>2007-07-03T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T20:06:01.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Book of Life</title><content type='html'>Birds sang high,&lt;br /&gt;Sun shone bright,&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful world&lt;br /&gt;Has again begun a new chapter in history.&lt;br /&gt;Unfolding the pages,&lt;br /&gt;Preparing the ink to write on,&lt;br /&gt;The hand set to motion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babies cry from birth or hunger,&lt;br /&gt;Attention seeking but yet innocent.&lt;br /&gt;People rushed from home to work,&lt;br /&gt;Mums rushing kids to school.&lt;br /&gt;Students rushing to be on time.&lt;br /&gt;Dogs barked and cats meowed,&lt;br /&gt;Just like any cycle of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then people rushed to be home for dinner,&lt;br /&gt;Students returning from school utterly beat.&lt;br /&gt;The sun sets and left a trace of drakness behind.&lt;br /&gt;The day has ended but not the chapter in life,&lt;br /&gt;For somewhere else in the city,&lt;br /&gt;Night activities sprung to life,&lt;br /&gt;As though with renewable energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chapter continues to be written,&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing where the end will be.&lt;br /&gt;Ink runs from page to page,&lt;br /&gt;Writing our monotonous life where rushing seems the keyword.&lt;br /&gt;The day outran us.&lt;br /&gt;The night outwalk us.&lt;br /&gt;The book of life thickens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still,&lt;br /&gt;We continue to be manipulated&lt;br /&gt;By the clutches of the devil or angel of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998262699865868532-2125133067044608512?l=piscesariel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscesariel.blogspot.com/feeds/2125133067044608512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998262699865868532&amp;postID=2125133067044608512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998262699865868532/posts/default/2125133067044608512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998262699865868532/posts/default/2125133067044608512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscesariel.blogspot.com/2007/07/book-of-life.html' title='Book of Life'/><author><name>Ariel Toh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-U3P0UdVm1og/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABG4/vbXIq9NA5oE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998262699865868532.post-2327076708171037391</id><published>2007-06-01T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T00:02:13.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Of Fiction</title><content type='html'>Never felt like this before,&lt;br /&gt;So i thought it is finally right.&lt;br /&gt;Never felt so true before,&lt;br /&gt;So i thought it is serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are all but a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the curtains draw,&lt;br /&gt;As the story unfold,&lt;br /&gt;As the day draws to an end,&lt;br /&gt;I see the truth that lies within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movies of true love,&lt;br /&gt;Fairy tales of happily ever after,&lt;br /&gt;Are mere fiction,&lt;br /&gt;Told to satisfy the imagination.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998262699865868532-2327076708171037391?l=piscesariel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscesariel.blogspot.com/feeds/2327076708171037391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998262699865868532&amp;postID=2327076708171037391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998262699865868532/posts/default/2327076708171037391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998262699865868532/posts/default/2327076708171037391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscesariel.blogspot.com/2007/06/never-felt-like-this-before-so-i.html' title='Dream Of Fiction'/><author><name>Ariel Toh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-U3P0UdVm1og/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABG4/vbXIq9NA5oE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998262699865868532.post-1033455303905028196</id><published>2007-04-16T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T01:49:46.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Senses of a Journey</title><content type='html'>In my ears,&lt;br /&gt;Songs were sung to the beautiful melody of life,&lt;br /&gt;And voices were whispered in careful notes of peace, joy, laughter, and pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Trees were painted by the luscious sea of brown and yellow,&lt;br /&gt;And oceans were tainted with glamorous shades of black and blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my mouth,&lt;br /&gt;Sauces were poured with the luscious taste of earth and water,&lt;br /&gt;And food were enchanted by the wondrous texture of hard and soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my nose,,&lt;br /&gt;Whiffs of culture shed their true identity of aurora around,&lt;br /&gt;And perfumes of elegance dance in and out of the grand hall of beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my skin,&lt;br /&gt;Cool breeze blew the tears away softly and gently,&lt;br /&gt;And sparkles as the coarse sand of a smooth lake dries in eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tale of life,&lt;br /&gt;Unveiled and coloured by the senses ,&lt;br /&gt;Short but says of the long, endless road ahead and behind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998262699865868532-1033455303905028196?l=piscesariel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-U3P0UdVm1og/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABG4/vbXIq9NA5oE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998262699865868532.post-5763053625315364856</id><published>2007-01-14T03:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T03:27:45.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun with rain</title><content type='html'>You said you loved the sun,&lt;br /&gt;I said i loved the rain.&lt;br /&gt;I hated the sun,&lt;br /&gt;You hated the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun shines warmly,&lt;br /&gt;The rain wets coldly,.&lt;br /&gt;The sun warm up the cold,&lt;br /&gt;The rain wets the shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun and rain never paired,&lt;br /&gt;They never co-existed.&lt;br /&gt;Just as we're are friends,&lt;br /&gt;We never coupled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impossibility was the word,&lt;br /&gt;Possibility never occured.&lt;br /&gt;Yet as much as we expect,&lt;br /&gt;The most unexpected occured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liking grew and blossom,&lt;br /&gt;And the friendship changed.&lt;br /&gt;The sun love the rain,&lt;br /&gt;And I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This wasn't very well-written. but i stiu post it here la. afterall havent been posting anything here for long time le. ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998262699865868532-5763053625315364856?l=piscesariel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscesariel.blogspot.com/feeds/5763053625315364856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998262699865868532&amp;postID=5763053625315364856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998262699865868532/posts/default/5763053625315364856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998262699865868532/posts/default/5763053625315364856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscesariel.blogspot.com/2007/01/sun-with-rain.html' title='Sun with rain'/><author><name>Ariel Toh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-U3P0UdVm1og/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABG4/vbXIq9NA5oE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998262699865868532.post-546306847545077044</id><published>2006-12-05T04:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T04:08:34.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Seal</title><content type='html'>A seal of trust,&lt;br /&gt;that no one can breaks.&lt;br /&gt;Something shared,&lt;br /&gt;and preciously treasured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A seal of promise,&lt;br /&gt;that none can be forsaken.&lt;br /&gt;Something honoured,&lt;br /&gt;and beautifully remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all,&lt;br /&gt;but jus a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;A seal of trust, promise,&lt;br /&gt;and not forgetting,&lt;br /&gt;LOVE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998262699865868532-546306847545077044?l=piscesariel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscesariel.blogspot.com/feeds/546306847545077044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998262699865868532&amp;postID=546306847545077044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998262699865868532/posts/default/546306847545077044'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;Pace slowed down to jog,&lt;br /&gt;To understand the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angels lingered above,&lt;br /&gt;With careful and good advice.&lt;br /&gt;To lead the correct path,&lt;br /&gt;And non-regretable route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devils interfered,&lt;br /&gt;With sinful intentions.&lt;br /&gt;To take the easy way,&lt;br /&gt;Yet the most painful one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The human mind, clear.&lt;br /&gt;A balance of everything,&lt;br /&gt;A balance of all factors,&lt;br /&gt;To make the decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts are everything,&lt;br /&gt;The universe, us.&lt;br /&gt;To succeed or to fail,&lt;br /&gt;Depends on solo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998262699865868532-5548966788534387264?l=piscesariel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-U3P0UdVm1og/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABG4/vbXIq9NA5oE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998262699865868532.post-6481684017956980476</id><published>2006-10-22T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T03:23:02.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Silent Sigh</title><content type='html'>Alone, it flew and flew,&lt;br /&gt;For a very long time,&lt;br /&gt;Until at last, she settled down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a seed, it waited,&lt;br /&gt;For water to feed her,&lt;br /&gt;For the soil to coax her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first of many grew.&lt;br /&gt;Alas! She broke her casing,&lt;br /&gt;And sprouted one of the many changes, awaited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tender leaves appeared.&lt;br /&gt;Winding her way through,&lt;br /&gt;Standing upright as she should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roots stretched deep, far.&lt;br /&gt;Firm holding, self defence,&lt;br /&gt;She began to protect and shield all she had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fruit was emerging,&lt;br /&gt;Ugly it was, non-appealing.&lt;br /&gt;She quivered and shook, but still hung on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something was different.&lt;br /&gt;Something was odd.&lt;br /&gt;Odd as it seems, no one but the gardener bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile, stretched upon the face of many.&lt;br /&gt;The fruit was forsaken, for the flower that blossomed.&lt;br /&gt;Tired but relieved, she smiled a sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998262699865868532-6481684017956980476?l=piscesariel.blogspot.com' 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src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-U3P0UdVm1og/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABG4/vbXIq9NA5oE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-998262699865868532.post-364562414409638987</id><published>2006-10-22T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T03:22:10.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Destruction</title><content type='html'>Darkness is deceiving&lt;br /&gt;Closing in, suffocating.&lt;br /&gt;Wind stung deep,&lt;br /&gt;Sharp pain flows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indescribable, unbearable,&lt;br /&gt;The taste of the silent night.&lt;br /&gt;Feelings of loneliness,&lt;br /&gt;Settle like fallen leaves around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadness,&lt;br /&gt;A heartless demon.&lt;br /&gt;Spares no fool,&lt;br /&gt;No, he takes us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stone bleeds,&lt;br /&gt;Fresh red blood.&lt;br /&gt;Knives stabbed and poked.&lt;br /&gt;The stone, cracked and dent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strong, it's suppose to be,&lt;br /&gt;Yet soft and weak it is.&lt;br /&gt;Broken pieces engulf in black fire,&lt;br /&gt;Blue flame ashed them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you piece back&lt;br /&gt;A broken and ashed stone?&lt;br /&gt;How would you mend&lt;br /&gt;A battered and torn heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daylight stood helpless,&lt;br /&gt;Summer wind soothed.&lt;br /&gt;But nothing helps,&lt;br /&gt;for broken pieces don't mend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998262699865868532-364562414409638987?l=piscesariel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscesariel.blogspot.com/feeds/364562414409638987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998262699865868532&amp;postID=364562414409638987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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absolute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things turned sour, bitter.&lt;br /&gt;Unrecognised, oh how it burnt.&lt;br /&gt;Decomposed, ashed,&lt;br /&gt;Remains were nothing but odour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful it was.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmerising and tempting for touch.&lt;br /&gt;Yet it just withdraw with every advance,&lt;br /&gt;Smirking as though a fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel, a demon in diguise.&lt;br /&gt;Heart, a rock painted red.&lt;br /&gt;None, as what it should be.&lt;br /&gt;All, just a dream, an illusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lied, battered, torn,&lt;br /&gt;The clever learned.&lt;br /&gt;Eyes closed, hands kept,&lt;br /&gt;Submission to hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998262699865868532-6638132760040661523?l=piscesariel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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Passer-bys?&lt;br /&gt;who are we?&lt;br /&gt;Friends? Soulmates?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple decision,&lt;br /&gt;A simple act.&lt;br /&gt;Chains and chains of events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i can't posses you,&lt;br /&gt;I know i can't touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone, I'll leave you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/998262699865868532-6241285182738750235?l=piscesariel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piscesariel.blogspot.com/feeds/6241285182738750235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=998262699865868532&amp;postID=6241285182738750235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998262699865868532/posts/default/6241285182738750235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/998262699865868532/posts/default/6241285182738750235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piscesariel.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-you.html' title='I, You'/><author><name>Ariel Toh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-U3P0UdVm1og/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABG4/vbXIq9NA5oE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
