| Poems Written By My Friends (these are super good) |
| This is my tribe My soul and existence My world of release My peace and tranquil This is your tribe Your place to survive Your placing of mind Your rhythm to play This is our tribe Our discretion untold Our living a farce Our Lord and salvation This is our life A world of nothing A state of mind A sketchbook we draw in That is their tribe The unknown territory The unfriendly world The place we don't belong. (By Justin Chia) |
| Black Utopia The world of suffering is loved Cooling ourselves in the fire Demons from Heaven above For we all trust the liar The martyr was raised to suicide An ending is set to begin Loving in people who chide Living a life without sin Blinded by a deafening whisper The cause of positive misguidance Stealing to help someone prosper Tomorrow will soon be past tense Gratitude given to a beast Born at the end of time A starving man who can't feast Sinking into sublime Life of the courageously timid Gazing at the rainbow sepia Hazy yet all too vivid The weakened looks for a challenger The justifiable homicide Discovering a new colour Only himself shall he abide Taken on an unguided tour Studying for the scholarship of expense Leads only to a shade of black The empty should not be so dense Lost on the parallel track Life begins then you die Blind, deaf, dumb, intelligent Twisted in agony, no cry The straigtened line is still bent Black metal for the eucharist A library for which to scream and shout Vengence from the lover you dissed Only helps my soul to cry out The loving of hate Singing to the dirge So early you're late The place I shall emerge. (Justin Chia - he needs his own page soon...) |
| Living on the edge of life and death We look for the things that we can't see Done until we all but cry Something we shall never agree Observe an existense so surreal A different energy For nothing is what many believe Dead is too late to be A death out of curiosity A lost soul A weep from the relative A freedom gone untold (Justin Chia) |
| Still Not a twitching muscle He lay on the ground Passing time Stumbling To get a proper stance He fumbles around Blindly Crawling Towards a goal impossible He sees nothing Only a black hole Walking The light is dim He struggles to understand Beginning the journey Running Along the asphalt jungle He has set the path Bending a straight line Flying In the city of clouds He ventures to the highest Nothing can stop him now (how talented is he- Justin Chia) |
| Love is just like a sweet smelling rose It's big, red and beautiful, it grows and grows Love is a feeling, its a bloom in your heart It's more than a fortune, its a great piece of art Love is a thing you should always cherish It won't ever leave, it won't ever perish Love is a care i've always had for you Your glowing smile shows you care for me too The day I stop loving, that time will come never because you my friend I will love forever (By Matt Chin) |
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| When we see The light of Divinity Another piece of the puzzle put in place An answer to the impossible Broken, shattered and folorn Are those incapable of viewing the invisible dawn The horizon may seem far away Yet it is really in the palm of your hand Once the doorway of inevitablility is open The entrance to a haven Believers are pulled in Fakers left behind Fear, denial and disbelief Must all be left beneath Idle tones to be altered And all shall become vivid (Justin) |
| Imperfect The furore screaming malice We pay the hefty fee They themselves speak scandalous Only one true leader to be Throught the fog of war A blackened toga None can hold the law I cringe at the putrid aroma Crying in pain A slave to the rage An enemy slain Turning to a new page Poverty stricken life To the mortuarary with ease Just to escape all strife Just to sail the seas We hold thee to be nurtured To save the next of kin Only to be murdered Balanced on a pin |
| Reach out For the neverending path of the oblivious Bells chiming, frantic gasps To no avail we shall have brought Weeping from the melodic tune She holds her hands out but to no avail The candle alit, flame burning Two hundred and fifty thousand just quarter of infinity Dark breeder, casting shadows into and with the wind Light breeder, fight them off, cast them away Hero freeing the slaves Though we know not what or when his name be reckoned All for everything, nothing aplenty Take a few, eliminate the latter, banish the rest Feel the forces down inside Through endless fields of evening mist They are still, I am moving, walking through, spectre Twilight anonymous figures beckoning Final sighs of the great Lonely paladin, neverending pit Faint murmurs to keep the prerogative Hide, hide, do not awaken the unpleasantry Passing through to the start Rendezvous to the end (By Justin Chia) |
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