Biography of C.H. Seow
An ordinary guy who wished for simplicity and has a passion for poetry, literature and MUSIC. Mariah Carey is my all-time favorite and she filled my life with her songs through and through. Family, friendship and study oriented and most of all, someone whose fate belonged to HIM and the stars.
It has been years since I've first started off writing poems. I'm having a collection of 95 poems and I wished to achieve in writing a 100 poems in the coming 3 years. I'm in the midst of pursuing my degree program, with a dream to become a psychologist in years to come. Squash is my all-time favorite and reading would very well be my 'leisure time-killer'
C.H. Seow Poems
Once again, A mended heart is broken. The air of remorse, Gushing across my sanity,
A – Dream – Of – Bubble – Beyond – Lie –...
Life is like a dream. A dream with endless fantasies and mysteries. Just like a bubble, It bursts…
*into A New Year...*
Visions… Flashing cross my mind Fond, Mesmerizing,
A Tale, A Story
(~ The very fate – Encounter ~) The moon shines bright, In the middle of a starry night, With winter breeze that went so light.
Droplets Of Rain
Droplets Droplets Droplets Droplets of rain,
Between Peace And War
Upon the cheers and laughter On this fine and rich land, We sometimes do hear Devastating cries,
A forgotten note, In the midst of time scented written books… It’s a piece of time, Part of it has been taken with me till today;
A Place To Call Home
A place to be loved A place to put things to a rest A place to call a shelter…
A Soul To Weep
Gazing at the mirrored me, I hardly recognize The soul in me, the truth in me. It has been years,
God crafted something amazing… Where we are standing now, A gift from HIM, Mother Nature…
Dreams are often yours and mine Of pearl white roses and Clementine To the day it’s handed to you on valentine Moments of these were often sweet and fine
I Stare Into Nothingness
Not a word to write, Not a word to say. I just stare blankly into the space, And be hit by loneliness so quiet.
A Journey Shown
I brushed through the evening sky, Where birds flying high; I grinned. They’re free from everything human has,
Has The Dawn Broken?
Has the dawn broken? For crickets are still singing away from a distance, far, far, away.
A Soul’s Prison
The guilty twist,
Churning my heart like a windmill gone wild!
The manipulated truth!
Stupid me! Foolish me!
Of how pathetically minded am I…