A Garden Portrait

I hope everyone have a great New Year Eve. Not just the Eve, but also a splendid 2008. Let us look forward to a brand new year (2009). We all have our ups and downs; sometime we don't even have the time to appreciate what we have been through. Each years that passed, time felt shorter and shorter, and next thing we know, it is too late. We'll be thinking of all the regrets and the missed chances in life while closing our eye to future opportunities. Since there is an hour till the new year (well for me at least), we should look back in ourselves. Create a resolution so that we will live with no regrets. Since it is the new year, why not have a fresh start and be happy?

Here is a new poem that I recently finished.

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A Garden Portrait

The sky swallowed all the stars.
Nothing is left, but the falling snow
and the wind that strolls alongside it.
While singing a song for these dying flowers,
this garden became a graveyard
filled with nothing but the decays.

When the snow have melted away,
the song became a prayer.
Slowly being recited as each petals
are being picked up one by one.
They escort the wind from the Garden of Eden
to a place where they can't be reached.

This garden is now filled with stems.
Bodies cripple as the petals float away.
Here, among the thousand of petals
fluttering into the empty sky;
is a flower, with a single petal,
that's still holding onto the ground

I Never...

I Never...

I never seen the morning sun
Or know the time it set.
I never seen the star up high
At night and living yet.

I never felt the morning breeze
That sway beneath my feet,
Or felt what life is really like
And what life really teach.

I never heard the robins song
And never seem to tell,
That if the songs are even real
Or like that time stood still.

I never smelled the red roses,
Even the honey comb.
I never thought that any rose
Can grow to be alone.

I never tasted those raspberries
That mature in the Spring.
I never tasted those sweet syrup
Or salt upon the rain.

The Day is Old

I'm just going to post some older poetry pieces until I have time to finish my newer pieces. I'm planning to get one done before New Years, that mean I'll have one up by tonight. Actually I was planning to put this piece up on the 29th but never mind, too late now. By the looks of it, I guess I'll have to save it for the New Years (Jan 1, 09).

This old poem is actually the first poem that I finish and done, so it might sound a bit childish. I think it was the end of 10th grade when I finish this... or perhaps it is the end of 9th grade. Either way, enjoy!!!

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The Day is Old

Moon shine upon the lake,
The lake run icy cold.
Autumn leaves falling fast,
The night and day are old.

Bird sings along their mate
And watch their children play,
And soon these song shall end,
And like the end of day.

Icy breeze of the night,
Stories the moon have told.
None listen to his voice,
And days are growing old.

Day singing along the night,
And something still remain,
Like day fall into the dark
And next day born again.

Our day still growing short,
And soon we’ll like to know,
Why the song doesn’t last?
And day are getting old.

Slowly Like the Cloud

I was searching through my old portfolio and notebooks for some inspiration for my next poem. I found most of my old poem and reread it over and over again (ok, I've just read only one of them). This poem I believe it is 2 years old so it is somewhat recent. Anyway enjoy!


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Slowly Like the Cloud

It seem sometime when life passed us,
Somehow we all forget
Of what we felt, or whom we are
And memories we kept.

Slowly, our life will fade like clouds,
Along our joy and pain.
But yet closely observe the sky,
That only rain remain.

The rain will then disperses like days,
As moment like the years
And like the second into hour,
Will slowly disappear.

The time will come, that we forget,
Of how our life has been.
So soon, that all we know and love,
Will cease away unseen.

The Sea

Nothing really happen today except for my friend making me wake up 4:00 am for Black Friday shopping but ending up going shopping at 8:00 am because of something.... Well anyway, I'm happy because I just got an iPod Shuffle which will really help during break dancing practice.

This poem that I'm posting up is somewhat old. Actually it is pretty old and it is call The Sea. You probably read one of my previous poems call The Sky (yes, the name is intentional). For those who did get to read it yet http://change1031.blogspot.com/2008/12/sky.html. There is another poem that I'll be working on that contribute to the previous two which will be call The Mountain (again intentional), might thinking of changing the title though.

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The Sea

For I have never felt the air, then those upon the sea.
The calmly wave, the flock of birds, swaying along the breeze.
It sway so close so you can touch, and feels it belly hum.
And in the horizon, the sea, arrive to touch the sun.

I feels and hears the lions roar, when wave has hit the shore.
It then pull back into the sea, so it could roar once more.
I sees across the widen sea, the land that stood above.
So calm and peacefully it sits, are everything I love.

Then it will end for that of stars, will steal onto the night.
But wait, the moon to show herself, and make the sea so bright.
Then now, nothing, not even grief, can tear my happiness.
For this moment of this second, my life have come to rest.

A Name

Merry Christmas y'all and I hope you all have a nice holiday. This is another poem that I have been put off for month now and I finally got the time to finish it. I was hoping to post up some happy Christmas or holiday poetry but instead I got this. Anyway, I hope you all like it and enjoy the holiday.

Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night (wow that's long)

~Change

edit: p.s apparently I was trying to post this up right at 12:00 pm on the 25 , but I guess I have failed =(

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A Name

Let me tag on this wall,
so that you'll know that I existed.
While watching the dry paint
slowly flakes off,
the wall bleeds paint of red and blue,
revealing a layer of black and white.

Showing us a picture of some stars
flickering at the tip of the universe,
trying to guides the souls in this
voiceless vacuum of space
and I wonder, how can I stop us
from disappearing along with it?

Maybe all I need is to tag
on the Washington Monument.
The cold marble
with body full of scars,
waiting, as it falls to pieces.
The rubble sink deep into the earth.

Pulling down the stars,
blowing out the starlight,
that's trying to give this world
his life again
and I wonder, how can I help
put the stars back into the night?

Maybe all I need is to tag
on this wall, so that
in time, the scars will heal,
the blood will dry up,
and a new layer will form.
So that you'll know that Change existed.

The Sky

Woohoo, after more then month of procrastination and writer block, I have finally finish one of my poem that I have been putting off. Hope you all like it.

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The Sky

I lay down by the tree and count, the red and yellow leaves.
They slowly fall to kiss the ground, while the river sleeps.
Beside the snoring river you can hear the lone reed plays.
The clouds that watch me fall asleep have nothing more to say.

I often hear the humming birds and wish instead they sing,
A symphony along the reed will surely lift my wing.
I watch the little waving grass, prancing beyond the hill,
And playing with the butterflies, oh now my heart is filled.

Then comes the silent crawling fog, the thunder starts to roam.
The night's last breath before the storm, the dewdrops start to foam.
I wake up from my sleep, in time to catch the rising sun.
And count again the falling leaves, another day is gone.