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Anna Ong Poems
The dark shadow beckons It calls insidiously from the corners Whispering little temptations Drawing me deeper into the tunnel
Twilight & Dawn
~*Twilight*~ Never believed you could feel lonesome
Games people play
You’d think you know the rules of the game well enough After being a master player for years on end You’d think you pretty much covered all the grounds But then you haven’t met the one who invented the game
A breath for a life
A gentle zephyr escapes from its tempest brethren gleefully crumbling down what's left of the wasteland. But this little brother has a higher purpose and not once did it look back upon the disaster
The Rhythm that dances in my Heart
The beating of the Mrdanga drums meets the rhythm that dances in my heart. The crash of the white-crested waves
A silent whispher
A silent whisper sighs with the fading of Apollo's rays as the gentle waves lap unceasingly on the pearly shores. My eyes seem to be drawn heavenwards magnetised by the enchantment filtering from the starry sky
Feel like I'm flying My spirit soars above the clouds Feel like I'm floating yet my feet never left the ground
For the times
For the times you've been my silent guardian and stood by me with unceasing vigilance For the times you've believed in me
Stay tangled in the closet
Soulful sorrows abound white tulips fade away still shadows creep anon leadeth the naive astray
Forces of Nature
With ceaseless zeal, The gusty winds rudely rustle the leaves awake With ungentle shakes, It renders the solitary tree shivering in the cold
Was It Ever Real?
My eyes unconsciously flickers once again And I stare at the ominously unlit screen No words can express my hurt, my pain And my shattered little world crumbles unseen
Plunging Through The Abyss
Staring up into the dark and dreary sky Nary a single star I find in sight. All that's left around me are the insidious shadows that loom And I smell the scent of fear of my own impending doom.
My Guardian Angel
Bloodshot eyes frantically scans the devastated land Tears flow freely, bidden by the fumes that stung My shallow breaths catches in my parched throat As I breathe in the sulfurous air that burns my lungs
You cried, I wiped away all your tears Wrapped my arms around you Laid your head upon my shoulders And wept with you
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The dark shadow beckons
It calls insidiously from the corners
Whispering little temptations
Drawing me deeper into the tunnel
So deep that the shadow that once lurks behind me
starts to climb up around me,
over my shoulders
till it turns to face me
and overwhelms me.
I scream a wordless terror
But my voice fails
What's the point?
No one can hear me now
I'm in too deep
No one can get me out
The darkness does not let it's prey go easily
Once ensnared I'm theirs
To corrupt, to ravish, to destroy.
So I fall,
collapsing in a ...