poem no. 9485 .....not

The clicking of the mouse and typing sounds
The sound falls to the ground as silence fills the room

The monotonous deadpan looks on everyone’s face
The dreadfulness of this mundane life

Like robots and clones and anything mechanic
We do things in life like it has all been pre-set in us

If our lives were recorded in a video
What would our movie be like?

Something drops and everyone slowly looks up
Then back down again back to their routine

The invasion
It slowly creeps into us

Everyday’s a cycle; a circle
We go round and round and round

Do we have a clue where our destination is?
Do we know where we’re heading to?

Like chameleons we change according to the environment
Losing our identity bit by bit as we go

How to awake from the deep deluded slumber?
Where are we even?

Then along the mundane routine that we follow each day
We may pause and ask “who am I really?”

Cast a spell,

TGND

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All I needed to see was that smile
I know I don’t really know you that well
But that fuzzy feeling I get looking at you
Doesn’t matter if my days were blue

That sweet saccharine smile I hold so close
My current muse for poems and prose
As you can see this one’s about you
Precious like those droplets on the leaves; dews

Fantasy intrudes and dreams elude
Whisk away to an island where it’s just me and you
The sun shining upon your face and you smile
Making every minute of this dream worth the while

You’re my Prozac, my antidote.


TGND

Sitting, waiting, hoping, wishing…

Have you ever wished, hoped or yearned for something but know that you can hardly ever get it? Worst thing is, whatever you want is so near yet so far…

There’s a guy. Okay, let’s call him X.
And there’s a girl . Let’s call her H.

H and I have known each other for about 12 years. And somewhere in our 12 years of friendship, we got to know X. Till now, we have known X for about… hmmm… 8-9 years perhaps. We used to play at the playground together almost every other day.

For as long as I can remember, X has always liked H. However, H has never ever showed any feelings for X before. As years passed, X and H still remained as close friends but never once did X force himself towards H or even reveal his feelings for her. Even when H had a boyfriend, he would still hung out with them and be friends with H’s boyfriend. X would always watch from afar and it seems like that was enough for him; H’s happiness. Everyone knew that X had feelings for H but no one said anything.

And on H’s birthday, he would shower her with lavish gifts; always willing to spend on her without any qualms or complains. Is he being foolish or is this well… love? Wait, love is a wrong word. What is love even? He hasn’t even explored other options, hasn’t received any reactions from H; it’s all one-sided. How can that be love? But to call him foolish would also be rather mean. I guess he is sincere but why can’t he just move on?

Me, as a third party watching this whole situation would really wish a nice girl would come along for X and reciprocate his feelings. Maybe then, he would know the meaning of love or being loved; rather than spending all his time and effort on a girl whom he knows has a low chance of having.

What you guys think?

Watching you, hoping hard;
Wishing for a place in your heart
Crossing my fingers, closing my eyes
When I look at you, I’m hypnotized.

The clock is ticking, hours pass
Protecting you secretly behind this mask
You don’t have to know, you don’t have to see
Just have to ensure that you’re happy

Maybe in the future I’ll be gone
But for now your presence I long
Maybe tonight I’ll write you a song
Because to me, you’ll never belong

Sitting waiting hoping wishing,

TGND

Hear Ye! Hear Ye!

Hey guys, just thought I share a piece of good news with you all! Looks like TGND's hard work have not gone to waste! I recently took part in a writing competition and I just found out that I won third prize. Though it's nothing big, it's more of the satisfaction that's keeping me thrilled. Well, the theme of the competition was love and I guess no matter how generic I tried to make my writing sound, somehow, personal experience always play a major part. I thought it to be rather private but then I guess, since it is something good, I should just share it with you all. (:

You may be able to relate or maybe you won't. Well, just read it and enjoy I guess. That's my job here! Have fun guys!

Love to a 19 year old

What is love? I’ve yet to unfold.
So to speak, I’m only 19 years old.
Puppy love, mostly what I’ve seen;
that’s as far as I have been.

True love to me, I’ve got a long way to find.
If love is true, how can it make one blind?
Chocolates and roses are the epitome of romance;
yet it can’t sweeten loves’ intense.

I must admit, there is a guy.
Every time I’m near him, my heart’s so shy.
I’m attracted to him, not his looks.
What I learn from him, I can’t get from books.

He’s so different from the guys I know.
More experienced, so mature; slightly old.
Seeing him happy, seeing him smile;
if only he knew how I’ve been feeling all these while.

I’m only 19, a child to him.
But deep inside, I’m far from a teen.
What is love? He definitely knows.
After all, he’s rather old.

I don’t expect him to read my heart;
I dread the day we have to part.
Time spent together- so little.
I try to make my romantic gestures subtle.

Though it’s a torture keeping the truth inside,
It’s better than to let our friendship subside.
Though at times we may flirt,
He doesn’t know I meant every word.

I know one day he has to settle down,
and definitely not to me, this clown.
I will not sob, I will not cry;
his happiness I’ll always keep in mind.


Is this love? I do not know.
Maybe one day the truth will show.
For now, I’ll put up this façade;
not wanting to jeopardize two hearts.

For when he smiles, I’m re-assured.
My efforts, my feelings, my time, my space;
is worth the happy look in his face-
the look that makes my young heart race.

What is love? I’ve yet to unfold.
This innocent, naïve 19 year old.

Love you, Love me;

TGND