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Entry Children never forget
Posted by thirdeb on Jan 31 2011, 09:43 PM
I chanced upon this poem online. Finding it a good read, I decided to share it here.

Children Never Forget
Sue grew up in a normal home,
Green lawn, white picket fence;
Her mother was a homemaker,
Her father took no nonsense.

But normal was just a disguise,
For how dysfunctional they were;
Because right beneath the surface;
Lied a completely different world.

Father used to drink too much,
More than he could tolerate;
Mother used to sit and stare,
Watched her love turn into hate.

And although they never beat her,
Never raised their hands to hit;
Sue grew bitter with the years,

Children never forget.

Dan grew up in a shabby home,
In a trailer down the street;
His dad was a single parent,
Mom was underground, six feet.

He recalled the numerous times,
Dad would call her in their room;
And the screams and cries that followed,
Which ended with mom in June.

Young and innocent, was he,
Caught in a web his father spun;
No fate could have been worse,
Than to be born his father's son.

And although the bruises have faded,
Dad stopped having violent fits;
Dan grew bitter with the years,

Children never forget.

Sam grew up in the big city,
She was as urban as they come;
Dad wandered from wedded bliss,
Mom remarried and had a son.

Her step-dad was a kind man,
She could tell he was real nice;
But looks could be deceiving,
For his touch was cold as ice.

She was young and she was sweet,
But one man turned that around;
When he touched her here and there,
Her whole world came crashing down.

And although the touching stopped,
They moved on bit by bit;
Sam grew bitter with the years,

Children never forget.


I believe our life experiences made us who we are now. Whatever that we had been through would leave an impact, like footprints in the sand.

Entry Thoughts sank deep tonight
Posted by thirdeb on Oct 6 2010, 08:15 PM
Miss the time when we were together,
With the sweetest whisper and crazy laughter.
Not long later, nothing matters,
For I've become merely a stranger.

Now in your heart is filled with the other,
Whoever I am, you do not bother.
Try to forget you, it just gets harder.
I should end this poem, lest it sinks deeper.

Entry To put one brick upon another
Posted by thirdeb on Jun 9 2010, 11:42 PM
To Put One Brick Upon Another

To put one brick upon another,
Add a third and then a forth,
Leaves no time to wonder whether
What you do has any worth.

But to sit with bricks around you
While the winds of heaven bawl
Weighing what you should or can do
Leaves no doubt of it at all.

-- Philip Larkin

Have faith in whatever you do.
Do not allow uncertainty to get into your way. More importantly, listen to your heart and believe in your choice, my friend. smile.gif

Entry Missing thoughts
Posted by thirdeb on Jun 3 2010, 12:57 AM
I was just wondering if you would miss the places we used to go, the fun we used to have, the laughter we used to share, the dreams we used to picture and the rides we used to take.

For tonight, I miss them. Or rather, it is you whom I miss.

Entry The Forgotten Ones
Posted by thirdeb on Apr 10 2010, 03:48 PM
There are people around us who constantly receive discrimination and exclusion from the society. To list a few, PLUs, ex-convicts, trans, early age pregnancy, etc are often the ones seeking acceptance. Here's a poem I tried to compose that depicts a situtaion like this. The writing is not well done but the idea is there.

The Forgotten Ones

Sam who got into a nasty fight
Was cuffed and sentenced to years of five
Locked up in a cell, he sees no light
He regretted for the action that ruined his life

Upon his release,
He tried to move on strong
Only to realise,
The world treated him as though he doesnít belong

Jane got herself pregnant at a young fine age
She was never forgiven as people see it as an outrage
With just one wrong that she has done
Her future seems to collapse at the count of one

Their hopes and dreams are taken away
As the cruel world turn a deaf ear to what they say
We never knew our words and rejections could hurt
Causing them to bare the pain and their cries unheard

The world has been ignoring, pretending that we canít see
Labeling them as misfits, and never to set them free
But why should we make them shoulder the blame
When deep inside, weíre not that different in fact the same

To understand and accept everyone
Itís easier said than done
But if we try to face each other with an open heart
Perhaps we can keep the world together, never apart

Entry The Colours of Life
Posted by thirdeb on Mar 11 2010, 11:16 PM
Red is the colour of love we get,
Giving us the memories we won't forget.
Looking into the eyes of the one who sleeps beside,
You want this love to stay with you, always by your side.

Blue is the disappointments we have in life,
Don't take them too hard, accept the hurt and strife.
Keep the faith going, along the way we try.
Face the failures with the courage and never to cry.

Black is the deep emotions, the pain hidden behind.
Coloured by the regrets and stories we can't rewind.
Wipe the tears off the cheeks and let them go,
Allow the dark thoughts to subside and forget the woe.

Yellow is the happiness we all yearn for.
We should spread the laughters to many other more.
In times of sadness when we are feeling low,
Yellow is the colour we all need to know.

Entry Footprints in the Sand
Posted by thirdeb on Mar 3 2010, 11:01 AM
You walked with me, footprints in the sand
And helped me understand where I'm going
You walked with me when I was all alone
With so much I know along the way
Then I heard you say

I promise you, I'm always there
When your heart is filled with sorrow and despair
I'll carry you when you need a friend
You'll find my footprints in the sand

I see my life flash across the sky
So many times have I been so afraid
And just when I have thought I lost my way
You give me strength to carry on
That's when I heard you say

I promise you, I'm always there
When your heart is filled with sorrow and despair
And I'll carry you when you need a friend
You'll find my footprints in the sand

When I'm weary, well, I know you'll be there
And I can feel you when you say

I promise you, I'm always there
When your heart is filled with sadness and despair
I'll carry you when you need a friend
You'll find my footprints in the sand

-- Leona Lewis: Footprints in the Sand

This song has been around for quite some time. I'm not a fan of Leona Lewis, but many of her songs gave me the urge to loop it over several times on my phone. This song is no exception. It spun memories out of their burials, reminding me of times I once treasured.

Entry Reflection
Posted by thirdeb on Feb 24 2010, 10:32 PM
I searched deep in me in the attempt to pen down some genuine reflection, only to realised inside me was pretty much empty. Probably due to the mad rush of assignments and tests, I felt mentally drained. Other than feeling the exhaustion of energy, there's nothing left in me.

The opposite of joy is not sorrow, but the numbness of heart that makes is incapable of feeling. Suffering hardens our hearts, making us oblivious to any events happening in life. This is freaking me. It's like living each day with detachment.

Not knowing how to continue, I shall end this post with a quote from an article I came across recently:
"Sorrow can also sometimes hollow us out so that we are capable of a deeper joy. It can break our hearts of stone and give us hearts of flesh. When you wish to make meat tender, then sometimes you must hammar out the knots in it."
(Timonthy Radcliffe OP)

Entry Never too late
Posted by thirdeb on Feb 18 2010, 11:43 PM
These days I'm hooked on beer, or rather just Blanc and Erdinger. Drinking at least once a week makes me yearn for more, despite knowing it is bad for my pocket (and health).

My new semester has long begun. 7 weeks had passed, leaving lots of back log waiting for me to clear them 1 by 1. Time management is never my forte, my lazy bones just wouldn't start getting down to work until the eleventh hour. The chase for qualification is dreading me, but on the contrary, I still enjoy being a student.

Recently, my chats with a buddy seemed to be always on our dreams and future. As much as we tried to work towards a brighter future, we felt dishearten with the fact that we had not accomplished anything at this age. Although this is not disgraceful, I felt we are doing a disservice to our lives. It's time to get down to serious business and not merrying our time away.

We may have painted a beautiful picture of our future, but I'm sure we've the will and way to make it happen. It's not too late for a change.

Entry Am I a misfit?
Posted by thirdeb on Nov 21 2009, 06:47 PM
Since the beginning of the term, I felt the struggle. But I thought if I just put in more effort, I should be able to make it thru. Now, I'm scared. I'm scared to see the failure coming. The stake is too big, I cannot lose and am not allowed to.

I don't know if I have reached my limit. Maybe I'm just not fit to be studying there. Maybe I'm forcing a hat too big for my head on me. There's no turning back now and I'm prepared for the worst.

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