Unfortunate Event...

A man jumped off the platform,
just to retrieve his shoe.
Nobody bothers as it's the norm,
unless it's someone they knew.
The train approaches the station,
but everyone just stared.
When he experienced extermination,
I wonder if anyone cared.
Blood was splattering everywhere,
and time reached a standstill.
Disbelief was floating in the air,
all witnesses felt the chill.
None stopped the train,
none helped him out.
Now the man is slain,
they are guilty with no doubt.
The callousness of mankind,
is a disturbing and ugly trait.
All of us are one kind,
yet we do what others will berate.
Are strangers that hostile,
that one detests to help?
Friends they will be if you smile;
Be nice to assist them when they yelp.

Immortality...

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Immortality

The Night...

A silent night,
signifies peace has prevailed.
In the absense of sunlight,
our vision is veiled.
Other senses are enhanced,
to compensate this loss.
Anyone at a glance,
displays motives in a pause.
Lonliness is aggravated,
by the chill of the breeze.
You hope to be consociated,
to be hugged before you freeze.
In silence you will wonder,
what if, what else, what now.
Your mind is torn asunder,
for your brain is thinking of how.
The frail side of you is exposed,
when you are in solitude.
It can be closed,
if you do not elude.

Bombardment...

Unexpectedly,
bombs are thrown at me.
Arrows are no longer used,
as explosives are more deadly.
No matter where I hide,
or where I stick my head into,
the bombs are homing,
and stick to me like glue.
Each has a time limit,
until it is due.
I have to multi-task,
else it is adieu.
I cannot sleep well,
so I start counting sheep.
I always wake up thinking,
if I did even sleep.
Now the end of week is here,
I shall stay at home and disappear,
hidden from every bombardier,
until Monday will I reappear,
clearing bombs without any fear,
shedding everything but a tear.

Relationships...

He hears but does not listen,
he looks but does not read.
You try to get his attention,
but finds him falling asleep.
You pay for what she wants,
she gets jealous of those you knew.
You ask her to be reasonable,
she ends up leaving you.
Be prepared for who you're chasing,
be ready for who's chasing thee.
Relationships need sacrifices,
for nothing comes for free.
Love requires commitment,
and marriage secures that devotion.
If you don't intend to marry,
better hide your emotion.
Of course one is always curious,
if that person is the one.
Go ahead and make a new friend,
as guessing isn't fun.
A perfect couple doesn't exist,
neither does love potion.
It is when both are willing to change,
that the public misses a commotion.
This poem comes from someone,
who has never been attached.
For he has yet to find that person,
whom his passion can be matched.

Bloody Birdshooters...

I adjusted alarm to wake up at 0850, thinking that I needed the extra rest as I am going over to my friend's place to troubleshoot her PC at 1000.

I was awakened by the deafening sound of gunshots. At first, it reminded me of my BMT days when I fired my M16 rifle. Then it sounded more like shotgun shells being fired, like those I heard in my Half-Life 2 game. However, the gunshots were fired erratically, and sounded very real. They did not come a game. Have the terrifying terrorists arrived at my neighbourhood and begun their bloodbath on the innocent patrons eating at the kopitiam opposite my flat? Or is it time for WAR? Upon realising the possibility of war, I freaked out and nearly fell off my bed. I hastily looked out the window to locate the source of the gunshots, while hopefully thinking that I do not see uniformed green men.

One van,
three men.
One tall,
two short.
One fires,
two spots.
One shot,
birds drop.

Argh! Bloody birdshooters! The clocked displayed 0750, and I couldn't fall asleep again. Sigh.

Dilemma...

Science or engineering?
That is the question.
What is my future prospect?
That is my concern.
Should I change,
or should I not?
That's a major problem,
that I have got.
Computing at NUS,
was my choice.
Now my mind is thinking,
it's making some noise.
Too much computers,
will fry my brain.
Anywhere in this Nation,
they'll say I'm insane.
Too much electronics,
will shock the psyche.
By the laws of physics,
that's so unlikely.
Staring at the screen,
will cause blur vision.
But too many circuits,
will cause hallucination.
I could grow psychotic,
if I choose psychology.
I could be sadistic,
if I took biology.
What should I do?
Which course should I take?
Everything seems so dangerous,
I'll just leave it to fate.
No! I cannot wait!
It is my future here at stake!
My passion is computers,
and poetry too.
But I'll do my best,
in whatever I do.
I shall think no further,
I shall not switch.
Even if radiation overwhelms me,
I will not flinch.

A Message...

Have time to play,
have time to sleep.
Everyday you tell me,
no time to sweep.
I ask you to clean,
I plead you to wipe.
Everyday you tell me,
the time is not ripe.
You tell me today,
you told me yesterday.
Everyday you tell me,
you'll help me someday.
I scold you once,
I scold you twice.
Everyday you tell me,
I'm not being nice.
I compare you with A,
I match you against B.
Everyday you tell me,
that makes you unhappy.
A helps to mop,
B helps to scrub.
Everyday you tell me,
they are not your cubs.
I grab my hair,
I pull your ear.
Everyday you tell me,
you will volunteer.
I work so hard,
I exert so much.
Hopefully you'll tell me,
you are truly touched.

- Your Mother

Some Advice...

No matter how sad you are,
no matter how bad you feel,
there will be someone not far,
easing your pain and squeals.
No matter the bosses you face,
no matter the job you hate,
there will be a nice place,
that you will be by fate.
This world is full of vibrance,
it is very amazing.
The future is forbidding,
it is no doubt hair raising.
Whether you are a pawn,
or the mighty King,
there will be a chance,
that you feel a sting.
That might be a fiend,
stabbing hard on your back,
or just your friend,
encouraging you with a smack.
One has to be smart,
and examine the people around,
for some may aim at you a dart,
when you've fallen and close to the ground.
Your comrades could save you,
but not all the time.
If intentions you can see through,
then you will be fine.

Scenario...

I saw this interesting scenario my friend put for his MSN nick: My doctor gave me 6 months to live but when I couldn't pay the bill, he gave me 6 months more...

Based this scenario, I started to write this poem...

I am very sick,
and my knees are weak.
I could hardly walk,
without a walking stick.
My doctor told me frankly,
I have 6 more months to live.
So I gazed at him blankly,
and stared with disbelief.
I need to buy a crate.
I called my wife to help.
But when she heard I'm to be dead,
she ran away instead. (Oh great!)
Now she took my money,
it's really not very funny.
I'm just a rich poor man,
to be thrown into a gunny.
I kind of understand why,
why she decided to fly.
I have been unfaithful,
it's right she said bye bye.
I told my doctor this,
now he stared at me.
He said miracles exist,
like it did to his niece.
He started telling me stories,
advised me on beneficiaries.
I see that he wanted money,
but I could give only apologies.
He suddenly has an idea,
a thought that I abhor.
He fancied that I'll pay him,
by saying I have 6 months more.