Joel Liew (1994 / Singapore)
Biography of Joel Liew
I'm writing when inspiration hits.
Joel Liew's Works:
Joel Liew Poems
This Ain'T A Letter
This ain't a letter, this ain't for you. cos' I'm long over, long over how I use to feel.
If you're a drug I'd be a junkie. If you're a flower I'd be a honey bee. If you're the wind I'd be a windmill, Oh girl don't you know,
Oh no, oh no why is this happening? Cant it be how I dreamed it would be.
Girl For Me.
You gave me eyes to see the world and lead the way when my path is blur. you cheered me up when i was low, gave me warmth when i felt cold.
Dead & Cold
Where the darkest ally meets the hottest hell, lies an old man with a story to tell. as he starts, tears shows up. he bit his lips & swallows hard.
Here's a poem for you and me but i do wish your friend could see. Babies born without arms or legs, a group of others are born dead.
Need No Valentine
Need No Valentine Its the time of the year when couples meet, they hug, they kiss, they're all so sweet. Like lovebirds flying in the clear blue sky,
Some Thing's Wrong
Tell me why they work so hard, for fortune and fame? or is it just to get a name? And i ask again why they work so hard to make it big, Is money the only thing that they need?
Love But Hate
She's as beautiful as an angel with great white wings but her strike's so venomous like a scorpions sting. Her icy touch, so cooling on the skin yet it burns you deep within.
A teary eye, a heavy sigh. I lie in bed, for sleep i wait.
He can call down rain from the clouds above, Adding to river, flooding the earth. Summon fire from the skies, Burning peace & taking lives.
I WANTED. I wanted to write you a poem today, a poem to express the things i wanna say. To express the words that are deep inside,
Let retribution take away this breathe of mine, let it come.Let it end my time. I can still feel it, deep beneath the skin. In the form of the devil's sting.
Some One Said
Sometime ago someone said, that fruits only appear when flowers are dead. That it's not the end when a fruit rippens and drop, its is a beginning of a brand new crop.
Every Man is,
in a way cursed.
He was growing in us since our birth.
He is a demon,
who nests in our heart.
He feeds on our flesh
& drinks our blood.