insert.awesomitasticamongus.word.here.and.you've.got.this.thread xD

Thanks, Ger! We both really need to wake up, don't we?



Where Have You Gone?


Home is where the heart is
But you don't have a heart

I know that you yearn for it
Day after Day, you yearn

Yet nothing comes from wanting
If you do nothing to get it

Get up and get going
You can't stay here forever

Everyone is waiting on you
Or maybe they aren't

Who cares? Don't let them determine
not even a little, Who you are and will be

Why are you still sitting there
Didn't I just tell you to get up

Why aren't you moving
Why aren't you there yet

When will you learn to listen
When will you mind me

Why am I still repeating
Why won't these mistakes stop

Who knows why this is happening
Who can figure how to stop it

Because you sure can't
Because you are sitting there

Sitting there staring
Staring at the empty sky

You've stopped repeating now
Or at least you've toned it down

Even you can stop history
It's path is yours to alter

Just get up and move already
Watching you sit is making me sick

And we both are already sick enough
And we both want to sleep

You want a home, right
I do, too

You want a heart, right
I do, too

But who am I
To say anything to you

I'm just that heart you don't have
Who decided to talk back...




Motivation

I know you are scared
I know you are afraid
to take the first step
or the second
or the third

But do you see those people
miles and miles ahead are people
who took that first step
AND the second
AND the third

So why can't you?

Could you by chance be refering to yourself?

If you are, how about asking yourself what is it that's keeping you back?
If it is to someone else... Now about observing and finding out more before you get the person to stand up and moce forward? Maybe the fear this person holds isn't what ypu've had thought it was all along?

Dk. It just made me wonder why.

The first one was kind of my way of asking myself that.

What's holding you back? haha. xDD
Motivation was kinda like the after picture. You've figured it out, do something about it. hehe.

talking to myself through poetry.

I do that all the time. in fact, i rant it out. Then did I come to realisation. and thus, write another about the realisation. and hence, at the end of it all, i find myself speaking, asking and answering to myself.

cool ain't it? the fear of letting others in, while displaying yourself like an open book in your writes.

haha. Yeah, that's exactly how I feel.
It's definitely a bit weird, I must admit.
But I wouldn't be me without writing, ya know?

sure do. because i'm one too.

I've update my thread with quite a few poems, would be extremely grateful if you could spare me some of your time and effort to leave a few reviews. (:

Metamorphoses

When starting anew,
I can feel my cocoon
Slowly slip away

Like a snake's skin

But as soon as I'm free
Another protective layer
Seems to grow

As quickly as the first

When will I break free
From this boring
And depressing cycle

When can I breathe again

Hey Katie, I read your poems and it seems that you're improving a lot! (And ger's in tutor mode, haha:) )

Metamorphoses just catches my eye, it's such an attractive title! And it's brilliant! Yes, it's from my true heart, I am amazed that you compared dull, routine like life to skin shedding, that was brilliant! I will never think of that! And you described it perfectly, not another word said, this is brilliant.

nah, don't like the title 'tutor'. i don't have that kind of skill/ ability. i'm just giving some reviews and yea, encouraging or prompting rather katie on ways to find out more...? or maybe just to confuse herself more. because when you confuse yourself enough, you will be enlightened. because it's the confusion that teaches you. okay whatever, i'm probably not making any sense.

LOL, it seems that you're random today Ger. But I don't think you're confusing us much, as usual, you're insightful!

insightful. what a word to use. Was it meant to be humourous, sarcastic or plain randomness as well? Because randomness doesn't seem to run on the same lines as being insightful ><

Really? I always respect people who are random (but not stupid random) because they tend to have a different view about, well, everything.

You sure have an irediscent mind. Mystical, unique, a little captivating as a result. Lol.

Goodness, Nat, Ger is always a tutor! (In the good way. It's really a blessing ) bahaha. Yes, I'm learning something out of it...Except for the confusion rant. That was...confusing? (Yeah, confusing.)

I have no idea what to write right now. I'm going to have to meditate on it for a bit. I've been on this reading rampage (which is why I haven't updated.) I've been reading novels as fast as I can get my hands on them. And it has about taken the life out of me. I haven't moved in decades...But once I read, I don't stop until the book is finished. xD

But as they say, the more you read, the more experience you get...We'll just call it training. *wink,wink*

ahha. don't think i've forgotten you, but rather, you've forgotten yourself!
i asked for updates, not for random comments D: <
>< anyways, you don't have to be inspired all the time. 'inspirations' don't have to 'come to you', you can 'look for them'.

go out. market place, shopping mall, streets, nature reserves, EVEN in school! just write about anything that you see. (that's what i do) It won't be very nicely written, but it is raw and full of passion and emotions.

I'm kinda grounded. bahaha. I'M STUCK. That's actually why I've been reading so much. I really need to get back into meh stories. I'm not making progress!

Here we go.

Ties That Bond Us

You are stringing me along
And all I see is your smile
As you pull and tug
On my fragile heart

But a quick flash of silver
Sharp and swift it flies
I see in your other hand
A pair of scissors

As they fly towards the string
Your smile does not fade
Still something is wrong
And poor me, I realize too late

You've cut the string
And you've severed our connection
Is this just a changeable future I see
Or is it the inevitable


~Katie Mac

(She speaks once again! The Bard of Mac seems to've returned.)

Sobs. I hate that person, he's evil. And you described it real well! I can actually picture the scene, (it was white blinding background for I don't know what reason, ) I love it! And I missed reading your poems! My favourite stanza:


As they fly towards the string
Your smile does not fade
Still something is wrong
And poor me, I realize too late

And, Ger is always a tutor, whether she denies it or not, hehe.

Your meditation seemed to be really effective. Teach me how! ><

I love the descriptions in here. distinctly describes the object. It's as if you are watching the whole process... which is both really intriguing AND scary (I won't ever watch such a thing. bloody cruel. literally ><).

Still disappointed, a little, by the lack of emotions. Not that there isn't any, just there isn't enough to evoke desired emotions and as a result, inflict desired reactions and thoughts in the readers. /shrugs/ just me i guess? I do too much analysis in school. ALL the time actually. 'we're preparing you for your O levels. everything will be very O level benchmarking style of teaching. so first of all, you have to read. FEEL the poem, then ANALYZE what the poet could have meant when he used certain words... certain phrases... ' yeah. and he goes on and on and on and on... and on.... and on... okay, i'm ranting. but he really does go on and on and on.. and on... and on... okay that was plain lame, but whatever~

Do like that the 'tell' is less and a little more of 'showing' is seen here. I can't remember any of your past poems. Sorry. Not trying to demoralize you or anything along those lines, just saying...

And brought that up because there are several very distinct poems I remember from Nat's write.
One that you MUST read is the one about the rose. I think it was titled 'the rose'. I don't think i can ever write THAT well. the diction, the depth, the descriptions, the imagery, the tone, the emotions, EVERYTHING. It was just perfect to me.
Crashing sail. I think that's what it's called. and this one, it's not as good as the rose, but it was striking, the imagery of the title itself. I may not have remembered much of the write, but i definitely remembered the controlling idea. which is the point of the poet, no?
Iridescent -- it was a disappointing write. but i adore the title. really unexpected title. made me google it up to clarify some ambiguity i had with the definition of the word. and hence i could remember the poem quite well.

Just saying. not that you aren't good, just that you haven't enough experience I suppose?

Sorry if it hurt you in any way. I'm just err... not that good at making things round and smooth (direct translation from chinese: 圆滑), meaning not good and speaking nicely... which is usually just beating around the air (not even beating around the bush manz).

Why you mentioned meditation?? Just curious XD

read above >< she mentioned that she needed to meditate for a little to get inspirations. ><

Oh oh oh, sorry my bad!

I can never do meditation.

lol. we have too much on our minds. we always think of something when we're meditating, rather, TRYING to meditate. we have to tell ourselves consistently and consciously that we SHOULD NOT be thinking about anything at all. and to do that consciously and consistently, we're thinking. lol.

Exactly, that's why I am never fit to be meditating, and yoga. Maybe it's because our mind is young and we can't really stand to sit still? Haha

haha love that line. rofl
sorry, just digressing.
'we can't really stand to sit still' what an irony, and contradiction!
lol. okay, it's just and age-old joke about standing and sitting. sorry. digress. bad habit, but it's coming more and more naturally to me... often too... like when i'm studying chemistry, i'll suddenly think about geography, about the ox-bow lake. lol. how it's formed and all. rofl. happend to me yesterday: i was studying physics, then halfway thru, i suddenly, unconsciously, picked up my literature text and started reading it out in an epically dramatic way. lol. after reading it, i laughed at that reading and digressed further into social studies... about venice. and when i finally came back, it was half and hr later. lol.