Water By D.G. I’ll stand in the rain all day Crying my heart And no one will know. The trees stand by to shield the rain But I’ll get drenched, still, All the same. The clouds make a mockery Out of me; Grow even darker, Darker than the devil So I cry the hardest I […]
You By D.G. Listen up! Listen up! I’m sick and tired of your dirty little lies. Your sweet nothings that hypnotise The defenseless and innocent Are all part of your scheming ploy. Your presence disgusts the knowers And attempts to foil your plans amount to dust. I cleanse my room filled with your filthy words, […]
This Heart By D.G. This Heart pumps blood like any other. The resemblance is uncanny; size of a fist. Yet, it feels like a fish out of water. This Heart bleeds tears but no one hears. Sometimes it balloons and just doesn’t fit. Not even Lungs can protect this Heart from war. Emotions are vying […]
The Glass Frame By D.G. “It’s hard to find that smile on your face,” you’d remind me at every occasion. The little girl, once cheery and carefree, had met her grave. Some say happiness is a choice; How absurd. Everyday I search under the sheets, Into the distance and along the streets, Longing to find […]
Open your eyes By D.G. Open your eyes to the world around you. You’ll see Blue, the colour of the luscious sky tinted with white puffy spots. The face that reads moodiness is often of this tone too. Then most definitely you’ll see Red. Passion, fiery, anger, love, spewing out of lives all around. It’s […]
Through the course of my studies, I’ve had the opportunity to learn the art of Literature in the form of plays, poems, novels, and well, basically in everyday life. When I first started having Lit lessons (at 13), I was adamant that it was a subject only for those who topped English and read voraciously. […]
Stuck By D.G. Does he cry for freedom? I will never know. He runs about, albeit a random pattern, but his glorious mane hangs down low. He looks at me with pleading eyes As if to say Our last adieu; the final goodbyes. I carry on my day but it’s no longer the same. My […]
Like robots By D.G. Sometimes I feel like a robot. Robot with no emotions. Emotions are what differentiates robots from humans (yet), Humans live like robots, sometimes.
Cold By Diana Goh I see people; No one sees me. Eyes fixed down, Devoid of any warmth. Have the souls Been trapped in trays? At zero degrees – Best temperature to be.