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Getting Paid $70 Per Day: To decrease my sanity level.. To up my level of frustration.. To do nothing but dream all day.. To sit and watch the world go by.. To scribble silly things and this is one of them.. To be an expert at FreeCell & Solitaire.. To slouch in my seat knowing no one would care.. To be an outcast among all things black and red.. To listen to customers complain about their queue.. To count the times the cursor blinks.. To wish forever that there\'s music in the background.. To swivel around in this funny chair.. To sms till my fingers go numb.. To be amazed at how slow time passes.. To display bad manners by ya

The World I Live The world I live, is engaging and good-natured; It has a very helpful clan with some strapped chartities.. The world I live, is comtemporary and chic; It has tasteful creations, on kooky-looking dummies.. The world I live, is majestic and grand; It has many high-rise concrete, where one unit\'s really expensive.. The world I live, is flourishing and refined; It has moolahs everywhere, but they don\'t belong to thee.. The world I live, is scenic and breath-taking; It has lush rich greenery, yet the ozone seems finished.. The world I live, is stimulating and wild; It has politicians in strait-jackets, that keeps nud

Thank You Thank you for the company, it was most enriching.. Your presence in my life was worth remembering..          From nonsense and gibberish,          To serious sober rubbish, Every minute and every second I\'ll definitely cherish. Thank you for the company, it was the best I had.. During that teenage period, those times that we shared..          Whether over sinful cakes,          Or at the banquet of steaks, They will always be in my thoughts, so long as I\'m awake. Thank you for the company, it was an excellent one.. Imagine all the stuffs we did under the big yellow sun..          Walking and eating,          Sh

An Evening Together We\'re strolling down together, hand in hand.. To the corner cafe, where there\'s a live band..          You stopped suddenly,          And turned to me, With that twinkle in your eye, pulled me as we ran.. Not to the cafe, that\'s down at the corner.. But to the Esplanade, that sits by the river..          Up towards the roof terrace,          Feeling the winds\' soft caress, As we watch the sun rays fade and disappear.. Moving back to the dimly-lit cafe.. As we ate our dinner, the band starts to play..          Smooth quality jazz,          Though not the best, And we proceeded to dance the night aw

Miserable Yet Happy ... Is like lying on a hospital bed;    Happy that the needles and tubes are no longer    attach to my body;    Miserable because those loved ones around me    are crying ... ... Is like being confined to a 5-star hotel;    Happy that everything\'s so glorious,    so grand and it\'s free;    Miserable because my freedom, my liberation    is lost ... ... Is like learning how to roller-blade;    Happy that there\'s a new sport to add to my    exercise regime;    Miserable because of the wounds that\'s    gonna hurt when I bathe ... ... But really it is standing at the departure hall;    Happy

Wishing To Go Away He sits by the glass panel; his face is covered with marks of dirt, his uniform fading with age. Surrounding him are the others, and they too are ragged and dirty. Some have holes in their once beautiful clothes; some have wounds in their limbs that seem to want to break with every movement. He turns his head, looks at them, and notices the background- rats and mice running all over the place, some causing harm to the others, some don\'t; every nook and cranny is filled with cobwebs, dust and dirt. He stares out at the world beyond the glass panel. A totally different world from the one he's stuck with. There are bright l

The Cat That Made Me Cry Once the lights were switched off, I closed the door and started walking along the pavement. The air around me had a slight chill, I pulled my jacket closer to me. A distant eerie sound breaks the surrounding silence and sent shivers down my spine. I continued walking, the sound does not stop. I saw a shadowy figure slowly taking shape, and finally, you were in front of me, purring non-stop. Funny, your purr did not sound eerie then, it sounded horribly painful. Looking at your fur, it was no longer white. I had begged you to stop purring but to no avail. I could not help you: If I had notified the SPCA, in the long

Riverside Pub I have my Shirley Temple, it rests next to me; From where I sit, the bright moonlight I see; Across the river, buildings stand proudly; Their lights in reflections, very very lovely; Several metres away, some people are dancing; I am here in the corner, just writing and writing; The atmosphere gets warmer, more people arrive; At first tired and dying, slowly they start to jive; Over at the counter, bartenders get busy; A flip and a toss, they make it seem so easy; As the night wears off, there is a change in mood; People are leaving, they don\'t feel good; Hence, my drink I finish, my pens I keep; I shall take my l

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A sliding melody, the relaxing resonance sings through my psyche as I sit in half-slumber - languid, serene. The violin's hymn sinks in, stirring soft thoughts of slender structure - Life's dénouement in strings manifest. A piano blessed with painful insight plays the tune of tragedy - ebon and ivory keys express an old emotion. Then a voice is raised in plaintive cry, projecting my thoughts in stained-glass soprano - reflecting my past. The orchestrated effort plays its soulful tune on this instrument - evoking classic chords strumming softly in the self. Its haunting harmony drifts downwards, carrying conscious th

A mask of bliss Covers my face It covers the abyss That is my disgrace What in this Can I replace To show what really exists To see what I can erase Pain envelops me And with it comes the cold I wonder to what degree I must unfold For others to hear my plea For my sorrows to be told The pain is too much For one man to bear I am so out of touch Overwhelmed by despair With nothing to clutch This is all unfair All I can do is hush And hope someone hears my prayer

Blue pools of soothing rivers, your eyes shine, Mirroring lonely summer heavens; how I Am slowly drawn in gloomy dreams of mine. Envisions of cherubims' iris' lie. In awe I stare through silk of gold so fine; Scent of soaps and spices stirred in with rye. How be'est thou wholesome and pure divine? I know not, but what is, I shan't deny. The form of grace, where soft and strong align In delicate touch-- I but turn my eye For fear of sin by sight, or denied sign To feel your hand, the warmth where heartbeats fly. And so I ask that you remember me, Sweet angel, bless your heart, forever free.

Why must you always do this to me? I hear the gentle sound of your laugher... like the spring wind through wind chimes... perfectly melodious... always musical.. forever beautiful.... I turn my head to catch a peek and all I see is the edge of your gossamer gown... fliting around a corner... just out of sight... I feel the brush of your fingertips upon my cheek... I turn my face into your touch... only to realize you have skittered away yet again... I get a glimpse of your beautiful smile... in my computer screen... my mirror... the window of my car... as I unlock my doors.. heading home for the night... when I turn... you are no where to

And the baby screamed, Taking its first true breath, Breathing in the hot and sweaty air. The little girl wiped her mothers brow, As the mid wife cleansed the innocent. Then wrapping him in blanket, She laid him in weak but loving arms. Four years old and as brave as a man, Their house became his castle, And their street, his world. He played with his loyal retainers, Undertaking quests and missions impossible, Returning home with cuts and bruises, To be taken care of by the king and queen. A young headstrong teen, a know-it-all, He challenged the forbidden, And sought out the unknown. 16 years old when mistress war came. Fu

For the good times, the bad times and the one\'s in between. Real friends stay together and provide shoulders to lean. It\'s the best feeling in the world to know someone\'s always there. Each and every day, you know they listen and they care. Neighbours and friends, no matter how far apart. Dreams do come true, and Such friends are just the start.