A written word is live – straight from the author’s mind or heart.
And once out, it becomes past to him. The author moves on, his ramblings on matters prodding his heart. To stay with the same words would be to live in the past.

What then attract us to read and like a certain prose? To want to have more of the same from the author… like minds? feel the same energy?,. adoration? … awakening?

Words are to the mind what food is to the hungry stomach…
… something archaic like… “if music be the food of love, play on…”

Now, coming to writing prose, poems, verses (I don’t profess to be in any of these league – hear that Admin?! – I am certainly not equipped and remain an understudy.)

But whatever that moves the pen or keyboard, if it comes from the heart, it will shine through (grammar mistakes and all). So, those of you who have a certain ‘rush of emotion’, or if you come across a certain writing and wish to share it here, please do…

But don’t just copy & paste, please write something on why it touches you.

Correct me if I am wrong. I believe many prose or poems are written well under “depressive state of mind”. Could it be that the human mind needs an outlet to explore, to let go, to heal?

Whereas when the mind is in a state of being “happy”, there is little else to complain.

And to those cheena-ah-mooi, ah chai and ah pek, or Ali and Muthusamy… this could be the place for you to pick up your England… oops English…

If you like songs & music, then you can’t say you don’t like poems, prose or verses. For I am sure certain lyrics in a song would have touched your heart.

For starters, I have here something I have written in December of 2007…

A Promise

Time feels like a rushing
a glimpse, a movement, an energy forced
a dance without rhythm, dance with no song

Air so crisp, you think it will cut
the fragile lines of the body form
And so it moves on like a felt pen waiting for the last drip of ink

The mind soars to thoughts but it is numbed in sequence played
like some black and white movies without sound
its images scared with lines so familiar

A shout with hardly an echo
a drowning, of sounds too many to find
a secret with a beginning with no end
the hollowness of a promise, its meaning without breadth

Petai

Love Me.

Is this true,
That one can love two souls.
I was so confident of our love,
To think that we could be together always.
Once and once again,
I hope to be part of his life.
Over and over again,
I had sleepless nights.
He said that he is confused,
Of his feelings he did not know how.
I never felt this scared,
Fearing the absence of him now.
Nothing I do now seems right,
All I could do is wait.
Never will I let my hand go,
Praying for the day to come,
When he will fall in love with me again..

--stupidfied--
October 2006

Piper Piper's Angst. ~ By Robert Browning

X.
The Piper's face fell, and he cried,
``No trifling! I can't wait, beside!
``I've promised to visit by dinner-time
``Bagdad, and accept the prime
``Of the Head-Cook's pottage, all he's rich in,
``For having left, in the Caliph's kitchen,
``Of a nest of scorpions no survivor:
``With him I proved no bargain-driver,
``With you, don't think I'll bate a stiver!
``And folks who put me in a passion
``May find me pipe after another fashion.''

XI.

``How?'' cried the Mayor, ``d'ye think I brook
``Being worse treated than a Cook?
``Insulted by a lazy ribald
``With idle pipe and vesture piebald?
``You threaten us, fellow? Do your worst,
``Blow your pipe there till you burst!''

Superstar.

You are such a superstar
No I don’t mean your ability
I’m talking bout your attitude
Glamorous life is what you seek

Before you can lead that life
Look at your own capability
Do not compare with someone better
Other people is suffering more than you now

I did my best to please you
Silence and ignorance is what you give in return
Stop pushing me over the edge
Even patience has its own limit

Given a choice I would let you drown
Still I gave you all the best as not to break her heart
You are big enough to stand on your own
Please stop acting like the whole world owes you

We Don’t!

--stupidfied--
June 2007

Ordinaryme.

I’m losing my grip on life
She said she do not know who am I anymore
It makes me ponder
Am I still the same or did I really change?

Jaded from all the obstacles in life
I never meant it to be this way
I guess I’m just not cut out to be good
I’m sorry I let you down

Even though we meet each day
I feel far away from you
I’m reaching my hand out to you
No wait, I guess I’ll take it back

This is not what I choose to be
I was born with this attitude
I am not you, I could never be like you
Just let me be me…

--stupidfied--
June 2007

I've written these last time. Right now don't have any inspiration. Waiting for it to come back to me again. Sigh...

Wanted.

Wanted to be loved
Wanted to be owned
Is this so hard to achieve
Is this too much to ask

Wanted to make you happy
Wanted to make you smile
Does bullion really matter
Does bullion bring harmony

Wanted to be successful
Wanted to have glory
Is it so difficult to obtain
Is it a mission impossible

All I wanted is to be part of the family
All I wanted is…unattainable

--stupidfied--
January 2008