i am mirayon
i love to yawn
but i say yon yon
when there is rukapyon
i love neon
but sometimes its baygon?

Enraptured we dream
Outstretched hands to the veil
An incandescent blanket covering dusk
Sighing in sorrow she lies
Waiting for her knight
True and faithful to appear
A night of past memories
She lies awake to sleep
The chill hand of her lovers touch
Upon lips the taste of tears does sing
When outside the storm does rage

Looking to the window
Crying in the dark he waits
A love lost in memory true inside
Lost and dying he calls his angel
The cruel hand of faith descends
Closing ice forever upon his brow
She calls a friend to sleep no more
Shaken and alone she holds
A noble soul defiled

Silken they fall uncaring to earth
Destroyer and healer
Duality unto parting
A nameless gaze to rake the night
Time slows not for a weary hand
Marching on through ravaged futures
Hope, faith, duty. All bound to serve
Unknown to the dreamers.


Looking back through my old high school English journals, i have come to the following conclusion; I had issues.

M- orbid
I- diot
R- ancid
A- nnoying
Y- Yucky
O- bssed
N- Naughty

thats all im not

The Raven-Edgar Allan Poe

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.'

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never-nevermore."'

But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!

Oh Captain! My Captain!-Walt Whitman

O Captain my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up--for you the flag is flung for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

Can you still Fly
By. Rolze Dominique Unera

In our world where theres pain and struggle
A world where birds are caged and chained
and as we fly towards our sky, whatever color it maybe
our wings falter as we get so high
we fall to the ground and cry

In this world of pain and struggle
Can you still Fly?

At the time you Cried that song
we realized we've been caged for so long
our hearts danced
as you struggle to stand
we watched every step of your death and rebirth
for the hope in the hearts to see the never ending sky

if you still cant fly, then ill give up my wings to be the wind
that will carry you to the top of the sky
So again i ask...
Can you still Fly?

Into the night, it shines and shivers
Cold as ice yet ashot as flame
Flowing through life as smooth as rivers
Changing ways and pride to shame

Slice, Slash, and pierce thyne breathe
Opening old wounds, healing new wounds
The caller and deliverer of death
Showing you the way towards your doom

Glistening as it absorbs, shining as it reflects
Unable to be seen by the naked eye
It can stop anything, it even deflects
You are not given a chance, you can't even try

As beautiful as death, as deathly as moonlight
As worthless as money, and as priceless as a plight

Well i did this poem like a week ago.. its about how hard its for pplz when they arrive in Usa and know just a lil english.. in this poem im taking a train and going to my first day in skol...i guess i lack of creativity and bad grammar. Tell ME wa u think xD


Not good enough

Standing in the train
The sound of metallic rain,
The floors shakes while
I approach to my paths. (to my skol)

Here finally in the entrance
Many worried masks in a line (mask: pplz)
I do not know where to go
So I ask to one of those faces.

The mask dont get what I say
So I try to repeat it again
The marching face headway
And I feel in other world far away

In my way to the unknown
Whispers of words all in my head (a lot of whispers in the halfways of languages that i dont understand)
confused i ask again
and i end up in a cave. (in a classroom)

Listening to the enlightenment (this means listening to my teacher explanation)
Nonsense in my ears
I realized in that day
My english was not good enough.

i wrote this when my friends n i set up an online group to make communication easier cos we wen to different place to further our studies...

Sweet Memories Lane

The sweet that we liked....
The memories that we created...
The lane that we walked...
The friendships that we formed...

The familiar sweet that we tasted before...
The timeless memories that we shared together...
The numerous lanes that we past before...
The precious friendships that we nurtured together...

The nostalgic sweet recollection we encountered together…
The mesmerizing memories which we experienced before…
The fascinating lane that we traveled together…
The enchanted friendship bonds we hoped before…

The sweet will zest forever...
The memories will last forever...
The lane will stay forever...
This journey has no ending...
Thus friendships will be forever...

i wrote this poem when we were tasked to do one( i put some tune with the help of my buddies and i had a song! wee...)



Till Death Do Us Part

We started as friends
We go out together
We played hide and seek
And we took care of each other

You opened my eyes
As well as my heart
You drive away my fears
And wiped off my tears

I knew that I love you
From the bottom of my heart
Deep inside it's true
I do...I care for you
With all of my soul
Oh...Until we unite
Till death do us part

We made each other special
You were my knight & shining armor
You made your princess
So we can be more than friends

I knew that I love you
From the bottom of my heart
Deep inside it's true
I do...I care for you
With all of my soul
Oh...Until we unite
Till death do us part

I'm very thankful that you gave me your love
You protect me as if you're like my gloves
You made me fly like a dove
And let me soar high up above...

I knew that I love you
From the bottom of my heart
Deep inside it's true
I do...I care for you
With all of my soul
Oh...Until we unite
Till death do us part

dude, that's a song..

untitled by simple plan..

hahaha.. il try to post my poem nxt tym if i brought it wd me.. hehe.. its a poem i wrote in our english class because its required for us all... hehehe... maybe in some time.. its title was "memories to ponder"... hehe

haiku is a good type of poem, a short but meaningful poem. sadly, i dont feel like it to write a poem.

uhhh..make a poem? now? um, ok..*thinks for a long time*

Bored during summer?
Home all day?
Guess I'm gonna watch some anime~

Can't go on YouTube,
Don't wanna go on Veoh,
Imma head down to Crunchyroll~

I feel like playing Deep Pearl,
'Cause I wanna beat my score,
Crunchyroll is the place I adore~

Don't know why I wrote this,
It's kind of lame,
The topic for the stanzas aren't even the same...

UnBeArAbLe

Love is giving someone the ability to hurt you
but trusting them not to
it's funny how one line
one little line
can express everything im feeling
i thought you were the one
the only one for me
but i was wrong
my friends tried to tell me
but i refused to acknowlege the fact that they were correct
i came to your defense
i backed you up 100 percent
i was like your shield
but its all wasted effort now
cuz you turned around and proved me wrong
you kept lying to me
lie after lie
one after another
i tried to convince myself it wasnt true
that my friends were just jealous
but who was i trying to kid?
i wuz just blinded by what i thought was love
one night i went home checking my inbox
hoping for another message from you
and there lied the cutest poem i ever read
i read it over and over again until i had it memorized
i emailed bak and asked if you wrote it
ur reply was
of course i did
i wrote this for you
and only you
but somewhere deep inside me
i knew that wasnt true
because the poem sounded too familiar
i searched my past emails
one after another
until i found what i dreaded to find
suddenly i felt my heart shatter
shatter intoa million pieces
my world was crushed
there alwayz was a reason
an excuse to believe what you told me
until now...
my world turned upside down
i felt it on my shoulders
i collapsed under the weight
i cried myself to sleep that night
i cried like i never cried before
i never felt anything more painful than this
a beating from my sister
a whipping from my parents
that i could take
but a shattered heart
it wuz unbearable
i had to make it stop
i had to
i drifted off into a slumber
my sobs slowly subsided
and i let the darkness swallow me...