Five lives

 Some random emo thoughts..

I wish I have five lives, and be born in different places,
…grow with different careers.
I want to become a painter and paint the bridges with joy…
A musician and compose the most wonderful music…
An engineer and build towers that will reach the clouds…
A baker and bake the sweetest cake…
An astronomer and see the wonders of the stars…

…and still fall in love with the same person five times, over and over again.

The First time i loved forever

You might call me sissy for loving this song, but believe it or not, I am just four years old when I first fell in love with this song. Though I dont really understand the message of the song, oh yeah I’m just 4, the musicality and the poem itself left an unforgettable impression in my ears and in my brain. Its like a "Last Song Syndrome", keeps playing in my head. Every time I hear this song playing, no matter where I am, I stop for a while till the song is through. And until now this remains one of my favorite love songs.

The song itself is remarkable. Sung by Lisa Angelle, lyrics by Melanie Safka, a famous song writer, and the poem by Edward Estlin Cummings; my favorite poet. This is actually the main theme song for the TV series “Beauty and the Beast” way back the 80’s. Main cast includes Vincent, a lion faced man who lives in the suburb of New York, and Catherine, a beautiful heiress to whom Vincent fell in love with. The TV series lasted for almost a decade and considered as one of the most romantic TV series in history.

The First Time I Loved Forever

Poem:
“Somewhere I have never traveled
Gladly beyond any experience
Your eyes have their silence
And your most frail gesture of things
Which enclose me
But which I cannot touch
Because they are too near.”

The first time I loved forever
Was when you whispered my name
And I knew at once you loved me
For the me of who I am

The first time I loved forever
I cast all else aside
And I bid my heart to follow
Be there no more need to hide

And if wishes and dreams
Are merely for children
And if love's a tale for fools
I'll live the dream with you

Poem:
“oh, if your words be to close me
I, my life will shut, very beautifully
Suddenly, as when the heart of this flower
Imagines the snow carefully, everywhere
descending”.

For all my life and forever
There's a truth I will always know
When my world divides and shatters
Your love is where I'll go

Poem:
“I do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens. Only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses.
Nobody, not even the rain has such small hands.”

Sorrow of the rain - haiku

It’s been raining cats and dogs the whole day. And there’s nothing I can do but stay within our roofs shelter. I really like when it rains. It’s like the sky is grieving in tears, pouring to drench the ground in sorrow in the absence of the ever warming sun. So I wrote down a haiku…

 

The sun hides away
His warmth abandoned the earth
Dark and cold it was

The sky frowned and cries
And tears begins to fall down
Each drops cooled the ground

Chilling wind blew then
The air resound its lament 
Shrills of her sorrow

Longing for the Sun
Her strength can no longer hold
She wept more and more

Oh dear sky hold still
Drench is the earth with your tears
Rushing bitter floods

Sun will shine again
Be glad he’ll wipe your tears dry
Joy will be restored

Your Heart’s Call - poem

This piece was actually a drafted message I have sent to a dear friend through sms. The first paragraph was my original short poem I have created with my cellphones’ notepad, then as I write down, more words babbled from my thoughts, thus completing this four-paragraph-poem.

Your heart screaming echoes on walls
That it’s faintest sound,
Though like whisper
Is a loud thunder in my chest

Tried to cover my ears
Run away from the source
And the further I go
The louder it speaks

Like an enormous beating drum
Each throb berths pain
As if one moment without you
Will be a heartache I cannot bear

I hold my hand close to my chest
I hear my heart responds
As it has its own mind
Crying back to your call