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The grandfather clock stood still but ticking.
The mountains and rivers changed not but an inkling.
Chasing after time, grasping its sleeve,
Begging it not to turn around and leave.
Oh, please stay still for a second.
Don’t refuse to hearken to my beckon.
The hourglass stood, silent and still as before.
Did I imagine, or did I see,
A cunning smile its face wore.
I knew the sand was bound to sink,
In a blink, or barely audible slinks.
And the bottom sat, as full as it was empty before.
II
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I feel like a stranger
In my own homeland
I feel like a changer
In the lands of danger
How can one same place
Split into two?
I feel like I’m panting
For breath anew
Am I screwed?
I’m on fire
I went haywire
The spells backfired
The situation’s dire
I’m on fire
I must have had a fever
I didn’t perspire
I have a desire
Long to retire
But I just can’t
Cause I’m for hire
(Dedicated to an ice dog, inspired by a book I bought from the book fair -> the wolves treading along the snow)
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III
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Trudging along the path, without a moan or a groan, bearing the burden, as heavy as ones of a human.
Walking down the lane, covered by snow, each step with such precision, as high as one of a human.
Mind in possession, blank thoughts of danger, insufficient readiness, to face one he would meet, as an explorer.
Growling and prowling, waiting in vain.
Quiet and flawless, waiting for the pain.
Bound to strike, bound to spike.
Hiding in silence, sniffing, expectant,
Searching in desperation, for the scent of blood.
IV
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My glasses rest on the bridge of my nose
Though sometimes they’re found in the pocket of my clothes
I don't remember taking them off
But somehow they still manage to get lost
The more I wipe the more dirt and dust there is
I swiped left to right and to and fro
But the fingerprints refuse to be banished
And irritation begins to be sowed
Stumbling sleepily out the room
I search for them frantically with the scene blurry ahead
Leaving my heart full of gloom
They have vanished, with neither a trace nor a clue
When I play sports at school
My glasses make me look like a fool
The balls and boomerangs tend to aim for my head
And my glasses would crack, crumble and create chaos
But as they are trouble makers all the time
They are the mirrors of our own
They let us see wonders everywhere
And without them, the world would be mysterious and unknown
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On the parchment, clearly, were black tears shed,
Where a long black line acts as a thread,
Unaware of readers being led,
Into the black mysterious void ahead.
A sky painted licorice black, that belonged to midnight.
Two silhouettes shone the color of black charcoal, a girl, an animal,
Under the reflection of the empty white stars, a dim starlight.
A swing, the shade of olive black,
Hung on the branches of two trees painted jet black, with black jewels as leaves, standing at the back.
The shadows could barely be seen, sitting on the swing, swaying gently by the breeze.
As the minutes tick away, a slit of orange pink could be seen, seeping in and squeezing through, the vast shade of that dim gray sky, no longer black.
By that time, the charcoal shadows had vanished, nowhere to be found.
VI
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My dear guardian, kinsman of the Hydra, you fiery beast,
Prepare to meet the successor of Hercules, once the battle had ceased.
Concentrate, my friend, but do not only seek to stay,
When the other only yearns to slay.
Fulfill your quest, and keep unharmed, the object you receive,
That the other is willing to retrieve.
For most dire situations must the Inferno reserve,
And a facile victory must it deserve.
Whenever you feel troubled, consult the Oracle,
For its answers provided are almost always desirable.
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The best of luck, my boy,
For if you succeed,
I have left you a treat you might enjoy.
​VII
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A 40-second remake of Sia - Snowman -> reference to nationalism in WWII
I want you to know
That you’re never leaving
Cause I am the best
All you have to do is say yes
You’ll be fine
Just stay in my domain
Then I will remain
The ruler of all time
The leader who’s free
Have all of the people stand, clapping with glee
Yeah, love nothing personal, only the nation
Shout for the country in exhilaration
VIII
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Inspired by Ateez - Guerrilla when I was on a walk Outside
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The sound of cars and construction
Drown out the shouts for revolution
Raise arms, brothers and sisters
Voice out your desperate cries
In the sky, mighty tall towers
Cast conceited glances to the streets
But "fail to see you rise"
Scream for your desires
Furrowed eyebrows, battered signs
Plead till your voices go hoarse
Leaders are the best liars
With notes of feigned sincerity
Make the boldest promise
"Arbeit und Brot"
Words as fragile as shattered glass
All your efforts casually bypassed
By one word of "no", delivered in clarity
This is disparity.
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Narrative poem assignment
The Golden Connection (The Rainbow Connection - Kermit)
(Phantom enters)
Phantom: I've always imagined
that love is a bright dream
one like the warm sunbeam
the purest emotion
like the romantic moon gleam
full of hope it may seem
someday I'll find it the lover's perfect fit
with stealth, hard work and tough grit
someday I'll find it
the golden connection
the lovers, the dreamers and me
the one I see treasure
sees me as a fissure
on the face of a cliff
how can we ever
be tied together
under fate's cruel hands
I think I can start by taking a step forward
what is my fate wait and see
someday i'll find it
the golden connection
the lovers, the dreamers and me
love does not have right or wrong
wait here he comes, my rival, Raoul
(Raoul enters with Christine)
Raoul (arms on Christine's shoulders, to Phantom):
I will protect her
guard her and guide her
I will be her shelter
Christine: Raoul you are my light
my wonderful sight
my escape from burning night
Phantom: Now I will find the cure to my lifeless mind
gentle Christine, will you be mine?
Raoul & Christine & Phantom:
Someday I'll claim it
the golden connection
the lovers, the dreamers and me
Christine: the mysterious night
the comforting light
which one is made for me?
Phantom (offers hand):
Christine you're the fire
that lights up my desire
will you make my dream come true?
Raoul (offers hand, to Christine): (Follow me)
no more fears, darkness and unwanted tears
I am the key to your freedom
Raoul (to Phantom):
Someday I will be
the one that she will choose
and you have got nothing to lose
(Christine takes Raoul's hand and they leave together)
Phantom:
how does a person full of diamond stock,
comprehend the pain of a flawed rock?
why, if desire were a fire
those superior have oil
while mine has nothing but a cover of soil?
I don't understand
how does the garish nature of light
win over the calming shelter of night?
The rumbling thunder in the darkness
the splatter of rain
tell me that nothing I do
will be in vain
Is it imagination or is it true?
sitting alone thinking life is bitter,
thinking about the black sky's failed promise:
the next day will be better
what am I in Christine's life?
am I an angel, a toy,
a game of worry and strife
or a choice, or a sacrifice?
standing still, staring at her shrinking figure
till sunrise when I realize
love does not care about the effort paid
and it does not come to a burnt face
nor a masquerade
X
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Fool's confession (Play date - Melanie Martinez)
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(Verse)
Brown hair, dark eyes, pretty disguise, sent me butterflies
Invite me to a carnival but I don't wanna go
Your graceful silhouette
In colourful print
And in your squint a mischievous glint
(Pre-chorus)
Wind
Whipped your hair back, it looks flashing
Threw your head back, laughing, dashing among the stalls
I chase after you but you sprint away, trying to hide your heart behind the walls
(Chorus)
I don't even care about you anyway
If you don't want to open up to me
Why did you tell me there's a chasing game to play
I guess I’m just a play date to you
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(Interlude)
(Verse)
The sun had set, the tears had shed, the flowers shining red
The shade of blood, the shade of love, the shade of fire flood
Your smile is a drug
I'm out of control
"Well how bout you and I go take a stroll"
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(Pre-chorus)
We're just chatting and you're sounding
sweet, my ears are
pounding, tugging at my heart
I hate beating round the bush
But I don't want to push
Things you don't want to do
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(Chorus)
I don't really care about you anyway
Why did I let my feelings take control
I blurted out the words I didn't want to say
“I love you”, yes it hurts but it’s true
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(Bridge)
Ring around the rosy
I never know, I never know what you need
Ring around the rosy
I wanna give you, wanna give you
What you need
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(Chorus)
You stood up and you stared at me
You smiled once
You made a second feel like a month
Expression blank
You turned away, your figure shrank
I guess I’m just a play date to you
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(yay I did ten! props to me)
