the guilt.. the pain.. the questions..
the incessant pounding in my head..
torn to shreds.. torn to shreds
i'm torn to shreds..
the unspoken words
how strange it feels on my lips..
why and how and how and why
did we fall into this dark crevice
forever.. for never
the sanity that i'll never grasp
i've been dying for 21 damned years
one step forward two steps back
i stepped out into the light
breathe in breathe out
the breaths never made me more alive
yet these crazy nights
the taunting.. the haunting
these crazy faces dancing before my eyes
these slippery figures prancing in the dark
like a puppet on a string
maneuvered.. hands flagging heads flopping
round and round and round and round
everything's spinning
this crazy incessant droning..
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
10, 9 , 8, 7, 6, 5, 4..
a rag doll on a swing
back and forth and back and forth
the darkness.. the starkness..
the screaming.. the scheming..
the screaming.. the scheming..
the s c r e a m i n g ! ! ! !
take a breath take a breath
two fingers up the ribs..
clasp ur hands and make me breath
start pounding start pounding
watch my face turn to blue
blue green yellow red..
blue green yellow violet..
i've woken i've woken
he's woken the dead ! ! !
start running start shunning
keep running keep shunning
before he catches you
the chatter the tatter
watch ur blood pitter patter
hide and seek seek to hide ! !
98, 99, 100
they're coming.. he's coming..
i'm shaken i'm taken
fall to my knees burn my pleas
bit by bit, tit for tat
i'm left to bits..
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7..
the sirens the silence
the s i l e n c e ! ! ! !
-Shirleen
I'm complicated.. think too much for my own good.. sometimes i soar into the sky.. and sometimes i sink into nothingness.. i often wonder.. how can nothingness be so complicated.. i talk alot.. but thru the years i've learnt to talk to myself.. cos no one really listens.. here are some of my work... i paint.. i write.. i scribble.. the only thing that hears me.. a piece of paper..
For Jil |
Broken 4 Jill |
Fr Gerard 4 me! |
| 9-10-03 "an angel with broken wings.. for a sweet girl who's broken before those she loves.. yet loves them with all her heart" | 2004"remember me as when i tried.." | 25-06-03 "a really sweet and well-written poem from my gd friend for me.. when was facing lotsa down.. its his first attempt.. but its really impressive!!" |
My 1st oil paint class.. ok i can hear you laughing from
here!! The teacher was like saying.. this is oil paint.. dun have to do too much
details.. but i can't stand to see my picture without much details... anyway
stopped attending.. jus wanted to noe and have a feel of wat oil paint is
like..:P
This is the more abstract version one hehe.. but gave it away lo.. looks more like an oil painting
now.. its an impression of cave
wall paintings of dolphins..
Here's a painting i did.. still getting used to using oil paint
on this funny canvas thingy.. so bear with me.. :) its an impression of cave
wall paintings of dolphins.. so that's what's with the colours
"My First Water Colour
Painting" entangled in webs of deceit
and lies.. webs which will not let her go.. webs she will not let go of...
her hands are bound by the people she loves.. and thrown into the troubled
ocean.. a key hangs around her neck.. which she can free herself with.. torn and
crushed, she's surrendered her soul.. drowning.. death seems so sweet..
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