-John Tay/Benlee/Huang Zi/Tim-
Have you ever talked to the sky?
Gazed at the cool blue, watched the clouds go by
Drift to the heavens - thought of your fantasy guy
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They tease, they play; You sigh and wonder why
If clouds could frolic all day
Then why not I?
-=A Dark Sky=-
-Tim- inspiration by Mr Charles Ng
The time was nigh
Descent of winged beasts
Ferocious, Devouring
On our livelihood they feast
Broken silence -
A sudden flurry
Unbroken darkness -
There was no hurry
No hurry
Leave us we plead
Haste off and go
Abandon us to mourning
But - alas - pharaoh said no.
...
Inside every one of us there is a poem just waiting to burst forth - we just need to unleash it, to unleash our emotions upon the literary world - to compose our thoughts and feelings into packets of poetry - ready to make an impact on other people's lives. Every poem like a compressed package of emotions - tagged as 'dangerous' - but delightful to peer into. Mixed emotions ensue.
And perhaps it's just these sudden attacks of emotions unleashed upon me - and I can't help but channel them into poetry - no matter how monstrous the result.
New line - 93206492 - (or expressed in my mind - )
93 - (first four numbers of an A.P) - 92 (aha! which makes it easy to remember!)
Well well. Math beckons. Memories of time spent (wasted) in the admin room yesterday trying to do work - but at least math was easier with the genius seated beside me.
(cries of 'how ironic!' but I'm ignoring...)
Inter Wing Games - adrenaline rush - water bags in hand - we went off. But I spent most of my time tying water bombs anyway - and ended off with a blistering blister! By virtue of the fact that we started the game slightly earlier and could run faster, we managed to secure all three bases and pretty much won the game from the beginning. It was quite well planned I guess, and everyone had a splendid time just bonding away.
Term 1 Week 10 already - and I'm starting to miss school ): We don't have much of school life left...
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