Amongst circles

Circle encircles another circle,
one after one,
in the most perfect uniformized pattern;
intimately positioned and, distant.

Ought to be indifferent;
come in kindred roots and spirits,
endowed with akin features,
and touched, by the same mother's hand.

Resemblance inherents within, merely
spreads them all over, and,
swims towards each direction,
without a core, a heart.

Hearts remain, inside each circle;
the only core for each,
the one that matters,
happy are those who hide inside.

Tougher and choppier along the trail;
not a pause for seekers,
to climb up, to set in,
to bridge amongst walls.

Topped up with sickly sweet lies,
soft prickles along the edges;
perhaps, gives birth to a new core:
resting in twilight.



in response to the Copenhagen Climate Conference and human relationships at present

The next stop is..

Always in the wait for the last stop,
anticipation ends at the far end;
indifferent announcements are made
over and over, still.

Cold metal cage opens and closes,
flows in an army of clones,
flushes out another army of clones;
another simple matter of exchange.

All are stoned like sculptures,
masterpieces created by blankness;
distinctively different yet strangely similar,
all in comply with the empty stare rule.

Motions stay frozen, so does
emotions, under lock and key in a forgotten island;
buried deep down in a bottomless hole,
brings about curiosity and danger.


Deadness condensed in the air,
grows by every minute, spreading around
vigorously like a seaonal flu;
unconscious are the patients, though.

A new deadly disease is born,
weathering one's affections bit by bit;
the only way to escape from further decay,
perhaps, is to leave at the right stop.

written while I was stuck in the subway tube.

Truth is.

Swimming through a circus,
chaos all around;
clashing with each other along the path,
generates waves of yells and cheers.

Excitement slowly begins its intoxication,
shotting people with wild joy,
they, as if being conditioned;
share the same, uniformed move.

Plain, dull jokes fly over the tent,
followed by senseless laughs;
emotions flamed up to the peak,
roaring like an angry lion.


Chaos further grows with yells and cheers,
spreading roots to all remaining corners,
and sprawl into others minds,
in the hope of unity.

Hollow whoops comes back and forth,
spins one's head fast,
into a swirl of confusion, starts
a battle of old and new.

Surrounding noise performs lies,
attempting to sway the truth away;
yet, incites the end of long anticipation
into the brightest light.

Undefined lies are defined again,
signifying this craze is nothing,
more than a spark,
that fades as soon as it rises.


P.S I am back everyone! I have been very busy with all the university orientation stuff.(going to be a year 1 student this september!) hope everyone is doing great! and i promise that i will post as often as before,i have never forgotten this blog. :)

agnes xx

An empty schedule

Wandering in an empty schedule,
no plans to stop, not even one;
to swim through hours and days,
calls in a long yawn.

Emptiness floods over monthly calendar,
broken arrows shoot across uniformized boxes;
notes and markings are preys,
caged soul hunts after, desperately.

Was once caged by books and papers,
shaking the paper bars like a thrashed slave;
encircled with rings of eraser dust,
and howled, for an hour of peace.

Sitting side by side with peace now,
boredom invades steps by steps, till no rooms left;
rapid knocks are heard, from hollowness,
louder and heavier everytime it knocks.

Tension in the air tightens,
stretching to its rupture point;
there's nowhere else to hide,
to camouflage the fear of loneliness.

Prayers remain unanswered, sunken;
bubbles of disorderly thoughts emerge,
depressing oneself back into,
the old empty schedule.

Note: I guess this piece pretty much explained why i don't blog as frequent as I did before.



As this blog will soon celebrate its first anniversary, I would like to collect some opinions from you all for further betterment. Feel free to answer the following questions :) Your suggestions will be very much appreciated. Thanks in advance for that. :)

1. Any changes on the layout or design of the blog you would like to see? (e.g header, background, texts, colours, etc.)
2. Do you wish to read more variety of posts except mainly poetry?
3. Do you prefer any music in this blog?
4. Any particular theme(s) that you usually enjoy more?
5. Others suggestion(s) that is/are in your mind.

xx
agnes

sources: www.jetroot.com, photographer: Sebastian kim; others, TFS

Centre of nowhere

Station to station,
moving through subway in the tube;
no destination in mind, yet,
lost the initiative of outing, nowhere.

Walking out from an anonymous exit,
out to the main street;
collide with jammed crowd,
swirling into a chaotic circle.

Foot moves, following the general flow,
push directions all around;
to the mysterious East, to the curious West,
up to arid North, down to fiery South.

Illusion takes in,
compiles faces in a kaleidoscope,
revovles, splintering into million pieces,
merges into one.

Noise of the traffic circulates speedily,
whirls till a hurricane emerges,
draws in numerous
formless and shapeless circus.

Now, standing in the eye of hurricane,
stillness overwhelms,
slowly absorb into cycles of jumble,
swallowed, into whole.

Carries away to nowhere,
nowhere.


P.S I apologize for my lack of posting in the past two weeks, feeling a bit uninspired lately and I am sort of getting back on track now :)

Up. Down.

Up,down.
Down,up.
All inevitable,
each and everyday.

Going up,
up to the last step to heaven,
the last remaining utopia,
highest as ever.

Almost like an untouchable mirage,
all alone
in a forgotton corner of,
a lonesome desert.

Going down,
down to the bottom of Bermuda triangle,
the last unexplored secret,
darkest as ever.

As if the last day of a year,
dancing dynamically;
in welcome of
an unpromising new start.

Each up and down,
from being crownded to drowned;
lies within a new story,
in accomplishment to full.

All ups and downs,
run, between two ends;
celebrate the bliss of living,
sing, unsung life duets.

Up,down.
Down,up.
All blessings,
each and everyday.