Ong Kar Jin

You struggle to get them up the ground,
You pant and gasp, a symphony of sounds,
And you run helter-skelter, round and round,
Then when they’re up you feel like pulling them down.
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I feel the darkness within,
of anger, of grief, of sin.
I feel my heart thunder,
for my blunder after blunder.
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My heart darkens in sorrow,
Struck by death's arrow.
Shan't I perish for thy love;
Or flutter away like a dove?
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I walked along the emerald sea,
Chirping birds and buzzing bees,
Saw the moist morning leaves,
And pondered what was to be.
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One day I lay on a green pasture,
a scenic meadow of mother nature.
The blazing roses blossoming,
The sunny sunflowers shining.
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I stood on a high cliff,
Peering down the crevice,
Pondering ancient myths,
and my heart that sinks.
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Smooth, soft, silk robes of royalty—
Sparkling, shining jewels of majesty—
Grand and great the riches uncoil—
Stones and steel rising from soil.
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The emptiness fills my heart,
Nothingness gone in a game of cards,
No pain in my bloodless cuts,
No longing in my ice cold blood.
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It's raining like it's never rained before,
and the wind's blowing, trying to rip the floor,
The waves are crashing, thunder on the shore,
but Baby, you're all I hear, will hear, and heard forever more.
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The millions come and go, leaving nothing,
like rain on rolling hills they flow, hoping for something.
And yet on their faces, only monotony-
the sheer straightness, repetition, so gloomy.
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Love is a play and we all have our parts,
Cry, laugh, love, hate- we are actors.
Blessed warmth fills my fragile heart,
A spark of fire and feeling like no other.
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I stand here under a greyish shade,
Pondering on an emerald glade.
Under the thundering rain
inside aching in pain,
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Winter, an old man alone on his deathbed,
Grasps at all chances of life, choking it on sight;
The Land becomes a hospital pale shade,
Of death, of emptiness, of blinding White.
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He sits at a corner, looking out the window,
Fingers playing with a paper heart.
He sees the crowds, tailing them shadows,
his hands moving to tear the heart apart.
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Letters of debt, newspapers uncollected,
Strewn across the harsh concrete, unattended;
Inches of dust, swirl, in a gust of cold wind,
Covering fallen frames, of forgotten scenes.
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Yesterday I dreamily cruised down a river,
A saintly mirror of the stars above,
In the sheer darkness I shivered,
with the rekindling of an undying love.
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