tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61379012024-03-09T07:05:53.451+08:00eLeanore The light that guides the path to the havens of the Enigmatics.Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.comBlogger106125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-64046868139549881842013-03-27T20:36:00.003+08:002013-03-27T20:36:50.983+08:00Screaming out in pain but there is no air to carry my voice.
Torn in suffocation, I stretch my hand out to you only to be grounded to dust by burning memories.
Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-43379747566655775852012-10-17T15:53:00.000+08:002012-10-17T15:54:39.890+08:00You taught me to be patient,
You taught me to be fine,
And You taught me to be balanced,
And You taught me to be kind.
Now that you are gone,
Where should my dreams reside?
You were my only light,
My only guide.
Down to my last breath as I call your name,
All i got in return was an echo on a heartless breeze.
Would you still watch over me,
Would you Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-22693530095441607622012-06-27T03:01:00.001+08:002012-06-27T03:01:42.483+08:00We fly because it reminds us how little everything matters. If it were 50-50, let it be known that I would still do it.Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-56244315716521320762012-01-18T11:16:00.004+08:002012-01-18T11:45:21.385+08:00I dreamt that I was outside the room of a girl. Her room was in this block beside mine on the first level but in reality there isnt. Somehow my dreams always place apartments on the first level of this block when it is really just a lobby.The windows were all open and there were velvety steps leading up to them. There was no one in there at first. The owner of the room felt familiar to me but I Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-17256798032259284792010-09-06T12:35:00.000+08:002010-09-06T12:36:08.838+08:00An ode to you.A scantilating gaze, lined with tears.Across an ocean of heartaches you came to me.Broken wings and fleeting dreams.To whom do you sing, this disenchanted melody.How did you find me, in these pain-filled meadows?Did the sun and clouds lead you to me?Their passing could only lead you closer to your destiny,The rainbow that appears after a storm,Ill be waiting at its end.Make a wish, Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-15199916717151195732010-08-24T15:01:00.001+08:002010-08-24T15:01:41.491+08:00How many Decembers ago when we were just walking along. A tiny patter of feet and a light flutter of heart. We had no words but in the silence we wrote enough a million books to fill. High upon the cosmos the lights twinkled and the moon sang. A little sonata and a tidy witty ditty. The world was dancing around us and yet it feels almost asleep. A locking of lips in a quiet little street. Just Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-68700038577239505002010-04-24T23:07:00.002+08:002010-04-24T23:25:17.919+08:00The lives we live through in the eyes of others.The lies that the eyes belies, the smiles the tears' vanguard.The waking hours haunted by the fleeting dreams of the sleeping.The eccentricity of the erudite, the pragmatism of the elite,Which life do we live, to us with which it belongs?Which life do we live, through the eyes the others see?The lives we live through in the eyes of others.Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-29606297533039334912009-03-23T13:43:00.003+08:002009-03-23T13:43:29.761+08:00A song, a melody, a symphony and a ditty. The notes we write and the scores we fill. Each our parts to play, an orchestra our fates to seal. The world a mere stage, the audience but ourselves. We dance, we cry, we sing and we fly. Each part performed, with parts to come. The chorus spinning into concertos dancing into ballet most gracious. Drums clashing with heavy mteals' roar, picolos' Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-81759977315811089112009-03-23T13:43:00.001+08:002009-03-23T13:43:16.103+08:00A broadwalk of yellow faded tiles, faint atumn leaves falling through the gentle breeze. A gentle drizzle falling from the brooding sky, shrouding everything in a wistful mist. The weary traveller trudges on, water running dust off his beaten frame. The sun slinks along its merry way heading home, heralding forth the brightening glow of a naked night.Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1214207428405820952009-03-23T13:41:00.004+08:002009-03-23T13:42:00.558+08:00The Paradise that we seek, so wrought with haze and visions recede. The paths of the righteous crossing, damnation to whom doth belong? In a world where the justice sleeps and the innocent weep, where doth lie the Paradise that we seek? A compromise, a little handshake. Where black fades into white and all becomes grey. Our identities lost to the pursuit of others' dreams. What once was the Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-8338763574137345372009-03-23T13:41:00.003+08:002009-03-23T13:41:47.535+08:001. I am fiercely passionate. 2. I carry my heart out on my sleeves for the world to see.3. To me, we should ignore the expectations and constraints of society to live our lives ur own wayWe only have 1 life and its ourselves that we will face as we lie on our deathbeds.4. I would die for my friends and family.5. Thankfully, with regards to point 4, I do not have many friends.6. I would never Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-87958526243356845502009-03-23T13:41:00.001+08:002009-03-23T13:41:14.822+08:00Shower of nails agaisnt roof slates dressed in the most sombre grey. A deafening screech jostling the shredded masks for space along an alley of battered tiles. Shattered windows lining the weed overrun path, each lightning flash revealing a glimpse of the wretched beings within. Beings where hope holds no meaning and suffering no longer applies. A hunched figure trudges pass, covered in a shroudErichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-48560345186388121372009-03-23T13:40:00.003+08:002009-03-23T13:40:57.255+08:00The world is shrinking at an alarming rate and its people at an even faster rate. Globalisation with its mass armies of Starbucks, Macdonalds, Nikes and Coca Colas are breaching all the walls of social identitys and customs. Fed with cookie cutter menus and barrages of ideals, fashion and linguistic lingo, most Asian Capitals I have come across seem almost alike, except for perhaps the levels of Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-4426488640291303052009-03-23T13:40:00.001+08:002009-03-23T13:40:31.159+08:00I'm sure that I will always beA lonely number like root threeThe three is all that's good and right,Why must my three keep out of sightBeneath the vicious square root sign,I wish instead I were a nineFor nine could thwart this evil trick,with just some quick arithmeticI know I'll never see the sun, as 1.7321Such is my reality, a sad irrationalityWhen hark! What is this I see,Another square root Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-89748513150761782272009-01-05T12:40:00.002+08:002009-01-05T12:52:38.029+08:00That which we are searching for seems never able to be found. A jigsaw puzzle forever missing a piece. A peg fittin into a hole with 1 edge always seemingly extra. How do we Love? This Perfect person in our hearts and yet so imperfect in our eyes. How do we Love? The poignant truth of the narrow human soul struggling with the galaxical need of forgivness that true Love is. How can we always see, Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-91275048067904818782008-10-25T02:05:00.002+08:002008-10-25T02:16:05.797+08:00Looking in those eyes, a gulf so deep and far. I hear the apologies unspoken in your voice, you must feel it too. Tears uninvited meandering down my face, this gulf so deep and far. How can I reach you, this place of brimstone and flames? I think a part will me can never grow up, can never stand tall and face the world. The child that stopped growing because of your rejection, locked away in a Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-90343082395611934932008-09-30T11:05:00.001+08:002008-09-30T11:05:15.345+08:00A song, a melody, a symphony and a ditty. The notes we write and the scores we fill. Each our parts to play, an orchestra our fates to seal. The world a mere stage, the audience but ourselves. We dance, we cry, we sing and we fly. Each part performed, with parts to come. The chorus spinning into concertos dancing into ballet most gracious. Drums clashing with heavy mteals' roar, picolos' Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-3040843468628761652008-09-25T11:13:00.001+08:002008-09-25T11:13:29.653+08:00A pin and a drop, bunny out of a hat why not? The stargazer's dilema in the galaxy's heart, an emperor's new clothes dazzles and bedazzles. An eenie meenie miney mo allakhazam proof and presto. A wave of a wand dancing with lights and Houdini's last dance through the night.Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-10090620118972382802008-08-06T10:44:00.002+08:002008-08-06T10:54:26.871+08:00The Paradise that we seek, so wrought with haze and visions recede. The paths of the righteous crossing, damnation to whom doth belong? In a world where the justice sleeps and the innocent weep, where doth lie the Paradise that we seek? A compromise, a little handshake. Where black fades into white and all becomes grey. Our identities lost to the pursuit of others' dreams. What once was the Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-15709224808816712192008-08-06T00:09:00.002+08:002008-08-06T01:12:17.240+08:00Resounding casading waves crashing upon shifting sands. A mortal fool's toil on wanderlusting soil. Dancing mirrors with lies, hazy mirages carry deceit. Words that hold no meaing and pacts that dance with nimble feet. A weeping widow upon an ailing balcony stand, the glow of a lucent beam watches with malicious intent. Streets where hollow orphans cry and callow jesters dance. Sanity mugged and Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-91660502124686941652008-06-09T14:35:00.001+08:002008-06-09T14:35:49.943+08:00A finger across the blackest board, a sound unbearable. The mind rejects and the heart flinches, rakes across fragile wavering shields. Desperate shackles and feeble graps, as the heart fights agaisnt a battle that can never be won. Like the last crimson leafthats falls on a chilly autumn day, the promise of harsh unwavering cold seeps into the mortalcoils of the receiver. An act so pure, so Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-38049394628101257812007-10-27T00:48:00.001+08:002010-09-28T20:43:50.743+08:00Running, I was running.To where I did not know, to a place a cannot see. Any other place must be better than where I am, therefore I ran. My lungs were burning and my tears watered but still I didn't stop. Till I met you.You stopped me dead in my tracks, a twinkle in the darkness, a tinkle amongst the thunder. Like an azure lighting up velvet darkness, it was then that I understood. People who Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-34627325053859966372007-10-03T03:21:00.000+08:002007-10-03T03:58:21.417+08:004am and sleep eludes me. Feeling strangely melancholic.A field of daffodils,Sky holding the summer light.A stroll, A hop and a little twirl.Glasses strewn across,Topaz sky over a blood red earth.Gashing ankles, tattered flesh.A fatal dance in an emerald field,Twinkling rubies chasing diamond shards.To embrace the beauty and yet suffer the pain.Forever a promise so hard to keep,Forever a distance Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-37022748513335603922007-04-21T14:10:00.000+08:002007-04-21T14:36:01.213+08:00You are a snowy dove flying far and free,Surrounded by larks who serenade you with melody.An eagle I am, aloof and lonely,Forever with eyes the horizon see.Two spirits who soar in the skies,A bound achingly blue sky.How wide and endless an entity,How did we even meet, pray thee?Do we dare soar side by side,Lest we encumber each other and crash?Is there a way to be close,And yet we continue to fly?Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6137901.post-1175199963583952332007-03-30T05:26:00.000+08:002007-03-30T05:26:03.583+08:00Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00647837643520032033noreply@blogger.com0