Friday, April 11, 2008
i created a poem.
maybe a little bit like prose.
hahas.
A leaf fell from the tree.
Does the tree misses the leaf?
Does the leaf misses the tree?
Perhaps the wind shall blow away all their miseries.
Blowing away their past, present.
Awaiting the future.
For next time the tree may be the leaf
The leaf being the tree.
Perhaps it marks to an end when the tree dies.
With the leaf awaiting its arrival below the grounds, as the leaf has changed into support for the tree when she fell to the ground.
Perhaps they have been waiting for this moment.
So many leaves yet she was chosen to fall.
To serve for this purpose.
Perhaps he understands and joins her after his death.
Together they were underground.
Turning into the soil that serves as beds for new plants to grow and bear flowers.
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.
No teardrops on my guitar, just raindrops from the sky as they fell onto the ground.
The Raindrops symbolises my tears, substituting my teardrops.
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.
No teardrops on my guitar, just raindrops from the sky as they fell onto the ground.
The Raindrops symbolises my tears, substituting my teardrops.
Perhaps.
isit nice??? i feel so.
hehehes.
am gona create something else.
Perhaps teardrops signifies my sadness.
Perhaps my tears had already been drowned with hydrocholric acid.
They rolled down my throat.
For my face has been stained with invisible tears.
They flowed down the river, the lakes and the ponds.
Maybe one day you may notice.
My presence.
Or at least the presence of my tears.
Don't look at me, I fear the next time when the wind blows me away and I couldn't hang onto anything.
The wind that arrives with every single look you give me.
No guitar to fall into, said my tears.
Only the ground, perhaps I could water them...
As they grow with more emotions, within me.
Passing it on, till every living thing realises.
Yet untouched.
And when u buy her flowers.
She realises the emotions from me.
And realises her luck to be with the one whom has the potential to swipe me away from my feet with a single look.
Perhaps.
The theme is perhaps.
hahahahas.
=DDDD
i hope its nice.
and yeah, guitar + soapy water = fun n laughter.
2dae so tiring.
during guitar, i made lots of frens la.
coconut rocks.
we rock.
hahas...
played so much.
so tiring but fun~
love SRJC.
Love SRGE.
yeah~
buaiz~
My name is Louisa Bess and I am a child of God. I love God. I love eating pizza and pastas and playing with my mates.