Story Untold, Feelings Unsaid...


I see you're happy sitting by his side.
It almost seems you got it right.
Perhaps I'm not meant to be with you on this ride,
Still, I hope with every breath that I could be the one you wish goodnight.

Perhaps I was foolish to even think that we could be
Together, just you and me.
If only you knew how I feel about you
And the things I did, the things I would do, to show my love is true.

Do you recall that cold September night?
We walked together under the moonlight;
It was then that i vowed the very next day, that I would fight,
To avenge how you were wronged, to make it right.

I'm sorry, I'm just sentimental,
Thinking of events past and how we could have been.
But, oh, what i would give for you to tell me I'm wrong,
That you can still be mine and that you're keen.

Please tell me what I saw meant nothing
And that we still have a chance.
To make our life together worth something,
Not just memory's fleeting glance...

Do You Remember...

Do you remember
The time we spent together.
Writing our hopes of tomorrow,
Laughing and forgetting our sorrow.

Where have those days gone;
The days of yore, once upon a dawn.
Oh, what I would give to have you back,
To be with you in my lap as we laze on life's lawn.

Thousands of wishes beget a thousand more
When all they may bring is but heartache galore.
Yet, what I'd give to see you again, to feel and adore;
To have the love that we had before.

We once talked of our future and how it would be
To live in a cottage with four kids down by the sea.
They would play in the yard by the old oak tree
While we spent time together drinking tea, just you and me.

Then came December,
The day God stroked your last dying ember.
Before you left for eternal slumber,
You asked me - "Do you remember"...

Can You Share a Plate With Me?

Sweet winter morn, adorned with a slight drizzle of rain.
How can that be sweet at all, one may ask.
Well, cause it was then that I met her and felt all my pain
Dissolve into nothingness as in her beautiful glow I did bask.

From across the cafe, chimed three bells as she waltzed in.
Shivering from the cold and checks blushing red;
It was then that I felt time stop and my thoughts...oh how full of sin.
But more than that, more than lust, I felt a yearning that to me, she be wed.

For she is the very embodiment of beauty, charm, elegance and grace.
With hair so smooth and brown,
Eyes that can cut through a man's soul, auburn, on such a perfect face,
And slender chin supporting luscious lips that hardly could frown.

So I made my way to the counter as she pondered her order.
I tried to predict what her call might be.
She seemed stuck so I gave the waiter my order.
Then she turned and asked "can you share a plate with me?"

obsession


A wise man once said “It’s NOT an obsession to love animals. It’s only an obsession if you eat them whole, bones and all.” 

            It’s a well-known fact that most people with obsessions will never admit to having an obsession. Probably because it feels so natural to them, they don’t realize it to be an obsession. In their defence, they sometimes resort to making up non-existent quotations which they usually attribute to some wise men.  Let the record reflect that I do not have an obsession. Besides, I only have sixteen life-sized dinosaur replicas in my store room - hardly counts as an obsession.
           
            What is obsession? It’s a persistent disturbing preoccupation with an often unreasonable idea or a feeling. Either that or it’s a perfume by Calvin Klein retailing for US$49 (1.7 oz).  Since there is only so much one can write about a bottle of perfume, we will go with the first definition instead.

            So, how do you tell if someone is obsessed? Here are some tell-tale signs. An obsessed person will usually repeat his statements because he’s afraid the listener may not understand him. Did you get that? Let me repeat, an obsessed person will usually repeat his statements. Sometimes obsessed people repeat their statements repeatedly. Just so you are clear.

            A person with a full blown obsession about something will try to learn everything there is to know about the object of his fixation. No effort will be spared in going through related books, blogs, documents, movies, consulting friends, experts, likeminded obsessed people, and then creating elaborate websites devoted to whatever he is obsessed about like plagues, genocide or worse, Justin Bieber.

Next, pretty much like in a relationship, an obsessed person would want to take the thing home to meet his parents. Now, kids, this can be very disturbing; especially for the parents. I knew a guy once who told his parents that he was going out with a doll named Barbie. Yeah, Barbie was a real doll. Did you get that? Barbie was a doll, a real doll. Her full name was Barbie Mattel.

Then there are the impulsive purchases which cannot be explained away. An obsessive person may go out shopping and get something that he already has; be it a smartphone, an Ipod or another Justin Bieber album.  We frequently come across retired teachers who buy up a whole litter of cats and assemble them all in one spot to relive their glory days of lecturing to a class. Each cat will be given its own name and assigned a seating position with the class monitor sitting right out front. Since cats are, by nature, noisy and disobedient they are the ideal substitute for students.

The final and most worrying sign of obsession is that you’ll find the subject constantly talking about something in superlative terms accompanied by excessive animated hand gestures … and foaming uncontrollably at the mouth. When this happens, you don’t have to worry because he’s in no danger of dying anytime soon, but you may want to avoid physical contact with the nasty saliva just in case it really is rabies. Incidentally, these people are so taken up by their obsessions they usually neglect their social life, personal hygiene and even forget to die when their time is up.

I hope you’ve enjoyed this article as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it. Now if you will excuse me, I need to walk my dinosaurs. The two bigger ones Barney and Dino have been feeling restless lately.


Written by Jeremy Chiew V Jin, Johor Bahru. 6 Oct 2012
p.s. submitted this for nie publication...feedback appreciated

story of an unlucky son's life...

Isn't it enough how you've torn apart families?
Isn't it enough how much you've hurt everyone including me,
With disappointment and lies.
But then again, I suppose, you're the only person you can see.

Mothers are supposed to be loving and carin'
It's just sad how some can sell their children off in a heartbeat
Throwing them on the street and selling the house they live in
But then again, you never did care, up on your mighty seat.

What, you suddenly figured that you can't control everything;
That I have got a will of steel not to be overthrown?
What, nothing to say for months now, no more lies to sing?
Sure, hide there like you did when it was known
That I had a girl I could to call my own.

Now you've found yourself a mindless lackey to boss about
To run your errands and scream at real bad.
So that's why you're selling the house and throwing us out,
Because of some deluded fantasy...how sad.

Do you really think you can ever get back your money?
Haven't we suffered enough for your insanity?
Everyday your "friends" hound me to pay for your taste of honey.
I say it's time to end your twisted, moral-less mentality.

Wake up and look around you!
Mountains of debt, no car and, pretty soon,
No house too.
Will you then be happy, you blundering buffoon...

Life...

Tell me, tell me, oh do tell.
Can you bear to see others suffer while you dwell
Behind iron curtains and walls of steel
while in fists of iron, the damned shall rot and feel.

Can you tell me if you have a heart of gold?
What would you do if your worst enemies fold?
Greet them as equal and take them into ranks?
Or would you just as quickly drain out their banks?

Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps we are all humans after all.
We're selfish, inconsiderate and would love to see those we hate fall.
Of course you may claim me wrong,
And proceed to write a passionate song.

Then again, what do I know.
All around me, most people I see possess such a glow.
Of one not content with his wife or life's strife,
But I guess that is just the beauty of life...

I Hate You...

I hate you.
It cannot be said that,
My love for you is true.
And that it will last forever.
From the first day we met, I gave you my heart;
I knew right from the start.
You were the one,
Just like a vacuum.
Sucking the life out of me,
That's not how it is meant to be.
Without you,
I am happy.
I am free.

Now, read it from the bottom up.