Boys & Chocolate : A Poem from 2000

Boys are like chocolate
Leaving you insane
To take that first bite
But knowing you have nothing to gain
Except for the aftermath
Of what you have to do,
To get rid of that pimple
And the extra weight too.

You savour the moment
When you feel the rush
Of joy inside.
But after the magic takes place,
The side effect you have to hid.

The break out, the fat, the extra weight
you've put on.
Hoping you never did touch that chocolate
In the first place, hoping it was gone

Chocolate is magical,
a dessert to paridise.
But boys on the other hand.
That, you should think twice.

Realisation of the Self : A Poem resurrected from 2000

If life has a presence, a shadow cast over me
A ship traveling blind, raging out to sea
If life knows of friendship, navigating alone by the stars
This soulless adventurer slowly drifting afar.

If life has a sound, that of an intricate tune
A breath of the end, starting simply too soon.
The pulse of a heartbeat of one with no name
If life had a conscience, guilt with no shame.

Restrained of emotions, various depths of the sea
If life has a soul, its paid laid out for me,
Waiting for dawn, a sunrise never to come
Mirrors of self reflection, shattered and numb.

Dreams of new hopes and beginnings creeped into mind
Thoughts of existence reversed as each path unwinds
If life can cast magic, appearances disappear
No mind, body or soul - neither one there nor here.

A knot pitted against my stomach
Sight of nothingness, just staring at black
Freedom - the moment when I can be just me
Unleashed and broken from life - I'm never turning back.

The Ingrate.

Emotions left unsaid,
Tears forming on the brim of my eyes,
Trying my best to hold it in.
The anger,frustration, grudge all melted away in seconds.

Overwhelmed with nauseau,
My head about to explode,
The thought comes to my mind.
I'm such an ungrateful daughter.

For all the things she did,
I could only remember the bad,
Never the smiles, laughters, good times we've had.

Only point fingers for her faults, her flaws,her mistakes.
Blaming her for all she did to me.
The reason I turned out the way I did.

But aren't I the way I am because of her?
I'm strong, fearless, stubborn, persistent, ambitious, never take no crap from noone.

Full of fear, regrets, emotional, coldhearted all the same. A confused personality.
I love her but I hate her.
I want to forgive her but I can't forget enough to.

I'm the ungrateful daughter.
The daughter she should wish to never have.

I Owe You No More.

You've always wanted your own life,
You've always wanted your freedom
The regrets of your mistakes.
Haunts you today.
You don't know me.
You don't know us.

You've always wondered
About your other life
The chance to the life you want.
Without me,
Without us.

You've made your decision in the past,
You gambled on freedom,
Don't want any commitment.
You left me,
You left us.

And now the final straw
To end all attachments
Our recklessness
Our emotions , disrespect
All the excuses you can use
To cut the last string loose.

Birth certificates, Old photos.
Left in a bag on our doorstep.
The last proof of any attachment.
Snipped with a blade.
We're no longer connected.
I give you your life back.
I give you your freedom.

We owe you no more.

I Love My SKINNY GENES!

I love my super skinny genes,
I feel so fabulous, tall and lean,
They go with everything I wear,
From Funky tees to crazy hair.

My skinny genes never let me down,
On days of laughter or of frowns,
The look I can wear from day to night,
Fantastic on me, they always look right.

But with skinny genes, people envy you,
They make other people sad and blue,
We still look smashing after snacking at one,
Compared to other people who have had none.

From instant noodles to curry rice,
Wake up the next morning still looking nice.
We're so lucky because special are we,
Because talk of fat or dieting, that's not for me.

Those skinny genes are the talk of the town,
Bigger hit than Gucci or the Vera Wang gown.
Only for special people, it's one of a kind,
And these skinny genes, they're uniquely mines.

How or where to get them, people are amazed,
They go on searching and (dieting) for days,
But these genes are made for the privileged ones,
Not only for me, but look around, they're tons.

You'll find them in your office or the department store,
All these awesome looking people you amazingly adore,
Lean, poised and graceful as figurines,
Possessing the figure you only did in your teens.

And then by golly you've figured it out,
"They've got the skinny genes!" you wanted to shout,
No matter what these people shove down their throat,
They always look so skinny, they never seem to bloat.

There's a group of fake skinnies, you see it in their face,
Their head to body ratio might have been misplaced.
Real skinnies don't have to watch what they eat.
They stuff themselves full at lunch; an hour later they can repeat!