Friday, September 23, 2005
hmmmm since i had so much time on my hands these few days...got arnd to some thinking...was jus wondering like would i look back in a few years time and regret not doing more to pursue my interests...mainly writing lars...ok i still write on the side, now more poems than stories...haha it's funny how things turn arnd...when i was in sec it was stories and more stories that i churned out...but now it's the poems that jus pop into my mind sometimes...haha ive a feeling it's bcos poems are shorter, and im so often pressed for time that i dun have the time sit down n sit thru writing a story...but i miss it...but on the other hand im glad, that i still can write...haha that the ideas havnt stopped...but on the regret thing, hmmm nth much i can do, or at least i think so...have joined this online poem posting thing...it's not bad...i mean it's an outlet for me...to write and allow others to critic...im not one who would write and keep it all to myself, i need to have someone read it n tell me wad they think abt it...regardless of how fantastic i think it is ha...;p used to be sonya but im seeing her like twice thrice a year, v hard to show her also...sighhh...jus rmbed that ive an unfinished story...that i havnt finished writing...think i'l only get round to it after a's...wahhh i shld finish it...started it when i was sec 4 n i havnt even finished!!!!! ahhhh... hmmmm i love writing...as much as i love writing...im jus really happy...that ive sth that i can kinda ok cliched as it may be, escape into...sth that is of importance and interest to me, that im passionate abt, other than sch n getting gd grades that it...:) i dun regret not goin into arts...(ok maybe a tiny tiny bit) but i know things would not have gone as i wished there too...i dun think i'd still have found what i need...i dunno haha if only nus offered a course like creative writing...:) but then again, wld i join? can i make a living out of it? it's so sad, that altho i want to do it, i jus might stop myself cos there's so much other stuff to think abt...like what am i to do..my family...carrer...haha but then nus doesnt offer so technically it's a non-existent dilemma...:) sighh...i keep tellin myself, when i grow up, regardless of what career i'll be in...i'd go bac to writing...like unearth everything that ive ever written and compile it into sth...my wish is that i'd publish...be good enough to publish...jus a hope that when ive enough time, and can devote time to myself, that i can finally pursue writing as i wish...
Death
I stare up at the pure white ceiling
fans whirring softly
A deathly silence in the room
Fear grips me by the throat
As I watch Death slowly glide
My wrinkled hand grips the bedsheet
As I begin a silent litany of prayer
He glides past the sleeping child
in the opposite bed
past the lady gazing listlessly towards the window
I struggle to breathe
Strange wheezing noises
The demons within me rage
Wreaking havoc
As my feeble heart sputters and chokes
My eyes close in pain
Flying open
In shocked remembrance
To see
His dark hand reach for me
blaque stepped into the dark at 10:24 PM!
me
I stare up at the pure white ceiling
fans whirring softly
A deathly silence in the room
Fear grips me by the throat
As I watch Death slowly glide
My wrinkled hand grips the bedsheet
As I begin a silent litany of prayer
He glides past the sleeping child
in the opposite bed
past the lady gazing listlessly towards the window
I struggle to breathe
Strange wheezing noises
The demons within me rage
Wreaking havoc
As my feeble heart sputters and chokes
My eyes close in pain
Flying open
In shocked remembrance
To see
His dark hand reach for me
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