Living behind a mask

My world is dark and gloomy
And it's not very roomy
Living behind a mask
Is not an easy task

The fear of truth been found
Leaves my hands all bound
I can hide my feelings
Deep within by smiling

You think that I am good
You're wrong it's just my looks
The truth is very decieving
Cuz I just trick you into believing

The nice guy that you see
Is nowhere near like me
All that I have shown
Is a lie, you should have known

I'm not who I seem to be
So please open your eyes to see
Before you even try to ask
The me living behind the mask

Fuck

Fuck the very life I was given
Fuck the everyday was taken
Fuck the very existance
Of my fucking pathetic self
I did not fucking ask to be born
Least of all be fucking fawned
This life is as fucking as this world
I fucking detest what reality is
I bet love is fucking too
Cause it fucking is like poo
What the fuck does fuck mean?
Cause I fucking do no harm
Fuck the world and fuck the people
No one fucking deserves to be here
Least of all we fucking jeer
Fuck should be the language used
Because it's so fucking cool
Venting all the fucking anger
Is fucking good for all the genders
Now I feel so fucking good
After writing this fucking poem!


I'm so sorry for the ofensive language used. Please don't sue me!

Dream before reality

Greeted by the sight
Of a handsome knight
On a lovely dawn
Which soon came and gone
When the sun rise high
In the clear blue sky

It is morning now
Listen to the sounds
Of little sparrows sing
And gentle whistles of wind
Fragrance of a thousand flowers
Make them forget of all the hours

This was what I dreamt of
Before being awakened
By some ugly goth
Who accidentally kicked me.

Books! Books! Books!

Buried in the pile of books
I will spend some time to look
At evry written page and story
Till the librarian says "Sorry,
It is Time for us to close."

Library is my favourite place cause
All the books I read are free
But then I always tend to be lost
In the stories and fantasies
That I somehow came true

Deceptions

What lies beyond affection
Is something called deception
Behind the mask he wears
Is someone else beware

He tricks you into believing
That you're the only one he's dating
And then without you knowing
He calls someone else darling

Deception is a lie
That many fall prey to
Because it cons your eye
Into believing it's true

By the time you know
It will be too late
You can't regret what's done
So my advise? Be wise.

Metropolis

People bustling in busy streets
Baskers performing little tricks
Poor girls peddaling some dried flowers
Rich man engrosed in gaining power

In one of the high rise buildings
Sits the boss deep in his thinking
Furrowing his brows and forehead
There must be bad times ahead

No one cares about the strays
They just look and walk away
Only when the clothes they wear
Are dirtied then they'll curse and swear

Beggers shiver in the cold
Cause they never were that bold
To out there and steal some food
Least it lands them in jail for good.

Passion

This is a tandem poem by my friend Si Rui and me.


The fire in my soul,
Burns with the passion for gold
My strength and desire
Is what keeps on the fire.

I burst forth what I wanted to bring
Like a song that I needed to sing
Like a bird that flies in Arabian night
With a heart filled with hope, love and light.

Tonight there's no need to think
For once, I'll soar towards the passion that rings.
Free and young with rekindled life,
A pure and selfless sacrifice.

When there's a will, there's a way.
There's nothing more to say, okay?