If one thinks that
They’d make a poem
By breaking up sentences
Boy they are wrong
Simplistic people work in series
Their minds cannot do
parallel thinking
Such feeble minds!
What a waste of space and time
What’s more they
Sticking emotions when
there are none
Making metaphors on which
Things are already obvious
Liars I call you
Twisters and swindlers
Repetitiveness and Dilly dalliers
Prosed and posed
For the best of the players
Stooges for the stage
Pretending they are sages
Writing their sagas
Making jaws open wide aghast
How bogus, set the fire ablaze!
Tis the reason
I hate doing poems
Don’t think of me low
I do rhymes though
A fiddler with words
But never to impress
Or to gain success
Merely to supress
A madman stuck in stress
Before I beat my breasts
And claim all is laid rest
Allow me to press
That tis for the best
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Okay, I did my part. Happy now? I’m no good. I should hide. I just saw this movie Little Miss Sunshine where there’s this fifteen year old who likes Nietzsche and made a vow of silence for nine months. Heck, he even drew a picture of that walrus in his room. And carries a copy of Thus Spake Zarathustra all the time in the movie. Now, the best part was this.
Youth. How wonderful. I don’t hold anything against Mr. N himself though. I just don’t see why anyone would start reading philosophy with him. You get a bunch of novels and films that features fifteen year old boys who read Nietzsche. I doubt they I ever finished reading him. I didn’t, and I have two different translations of TSZ.
Remind me to give relevent (not just vague) titles to posts next time. This one is from the last sentence of a short story.
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Haha! Colour blind. Kasihan.And the poem…well, I don't know what to make of it really. Can't say it's delightful, since it clearly isn't. Nor beautiful, which too is clearly not what it's meant for. There's probably a genre of poems for this sort of ridiculing of things. Ahh, aku pun tak tahu.Either way, what we were supposed to be trying to achieve again? Poems & short stories, in turns? If so you ought to write another one then 🙂 Wrote that shitty piece bout those miserable crows that hangs on the…the thing that's over my window. Y'know, the little roof things just over them windows that's supposed to keep rain out (which they don't). Pigeons and crows make all kinds of racket on it. Hate their guts.
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now, i never intended to make it beautiful or some sort. i hate poems it aint my thing. i just get really upset when people break their sentences into annoying lines which seemingly make it looks like a poem. fucking annoying and stupid, if you ask me. there's a bunch of people out there who do that. they think its laden with quality and it makes em hip or something. fucking amateurs. including myself.its short stories for me and you, plus poems for you. go set up a new blog with a title of anything you like, just not too flashy. or even arty or something. i'm too lazy to do that.and i love that caw thing. caw caw rawr. russell comel. i just woke up from a dream where there's everyone. you me ichi adila dayana brian kwan your mom and adi. apparently your mom was picking is up, as usual, and i was being some uh holy saint who's giving rm10 to brian because he said he's hungry. he and kwan broke into their old class and managed to find old exam papers hidden underneath the table. 14/40. i did some backflips in there. and there's another undentifiable kid there. your friend. so yeah go start a blog or something. really.
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=.= …………………….some dream that is.Yeah well, poems are difficult to evaluate. Much to subjective. Some so called 'great' poems, I don't enjoy at all.By the way, bacalah W.H Auden's FUNERAL BLUES:http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/funeral-blues-2/It's pretty. And and, the bit in mine bout the 'Nevermore' thing. I related to Edgar Allan Poe's The Raven:http://www.heise.de/ix/raven/Literature/Lore/TheRaven.htmlToo bad those burnt chickens by my window don't speak :S They'd be entertaining at least.And.Why do I need to set up the blog. Esh. Flashy? I'd probably name it something flashy unintentionally. *goes and set it up anyway*
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how can u type ur whole 'dream' out without a 'haha!'? lol… wth, dats, err, weird i would say.. u.. doin backflip.. its like obama eating nasi lemak or sumthing, WEIRD! n idk dat the word hunger is associated wif me in ur subconscious hahahaa
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it is a haha… i'm just too lazy to spell it out. actually i wanted to give you fifty bucks but then i thought it was too much… so i went for the one ringgits but finally found a red note… it makes no sense. backflips paling seronok. oh well, i miss jalan empat somehow today.
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