And it's empty.....

Shadow of the fray enveloped the meadow
Remnant of nothing remained
Death breeze smeared through the paddock
Plants bowed at their feet
Nothing ages and ages hence
Nothing

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Maple leaves plummet to the earth
Joining the others for the funeral
Of the spring
Autumn laze around nonchalantly
Leaves plunging to their end
Requiem Sings
Nothing is making a resonance
Nothing

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Day by day I lazed away
Stored you in my heart for another day
If I’m resolute in keeping you in for another day
Nothing can stop me from it
Nothing

(there goes the last poem of my holiday.... well, i'm quite sure that you guys won't get any poem these days, for i'm really out of inspiration. Just wait and look forward for more master pieces. blogposts will return to long-lame essay format after the holiday. till then, bye)

XOXO
Stupiakpoet

We're fighting dreamers

New moon hanging
Beaming at the grassy plain
Breezes blow
Shrubbery waved back
Crickets croons

Lying on the green bed
Of the Mother Nature
Staring at the luminous crescent
Silhouette of the maple tree
Shadowing the black outline of me
Humming the sweet melody

I could drew your complexion out of the stars
For your face is lovely, just like those constellations
How wonderful if you’re staring at me
The same way the star twinkled at me

I can’t wait to doze off now
Although I can see as if you’re looking at me
The scene is just too beautiful
But I’m willing to miss it

Because I can’t really see you
You see
We’re living in different realities
All I can do
Is sleep to dream
To dream of you
In my dream
You and me
In my dream.

Harlequin Parody

One who possessed sharp eyes
Who gazed into the Orion Belt
Might notice
Cosmic fantasy out of boundary

One who has hearing sense
Will perceive unspoken language of the wisp
Words that can’t be taken back
And hysterical mesmerism
Coming from unknown source

One who masters sense of touch
Who brushes through all kinds of land
Experience all kind of textures
That comes from miraculous invention
Of the One

One who practices common senses
Will identify the forged out of the truth
And make senses out of stupid things
One might also discovesr logic
And be the wise one.

One who’s complete with all kind of sense
Its us
We should be grateful
For we’re given life to be enliven

(Gawsh ! i'm running out of idea!!!!!!)

XOXO

Stupiakpoet

We're in a wonderland

Say here is a wonderland
I would warmly dare you in
And etch your mind with reminiscences
So remarkable

Traipse through the meandering path
Let the trickling drizzle cover our muddy trail
Lane ahead of us remained indefinite
For each decision embarks an bizarre journey

Feel the sticky wind rustle
Concentrate to what they’re expressing
Their mystique perspiration
Steal glances of their exotic shape
Gliding through the hazy atmosphere

Stop trampling the leaves
For the south gale will propel them up
Bringing them on a adventure around the land
Each leaving an untold tale

Peep into the rippling of the gushing fountain
Let our mind flow free like the griffins
Soar high in the midair
Slither through the Grand Canyon

Watch the fluttering butterflies
As they colour the nature
Rainbow coloured
No
Colours beyond sapiens species’ understanding

As we sunk deeper in the beauty of the nature
Let me tell you :
Wish you’re here
I’m waiting here


(Yes, i'm waiting here. well, guess who i'm waiting for? well, if you're perasan enough to think that "i' waiting for you", then it's you then.)

Shortest Avowal

You weaved my dream
And give me the ability to imagine
The picture of you
In my vast fantasy

You blew love into me
And gifted me the desire to have some hope
Upon the advent of the meteor shower
So that my very wish could be granted

However
I can’t divulge my craze for you
Cause dream defers from reality
And so as me and you




(specially dedicated to someone in my mind, who couldn't be possibly be with me. Cause..... wer're different)

XOXO
Stupiakboy.blogspot.com

Defiant manners of the Caminoes

Look at me and grin
Summer is here once more
Let the spring symphony rustled in the heavens
As the autumn leaves fall to pieces

Spend a moment or two with me
Soar on the swing
Grasp some clouds in our palm
Look
They are unblemished in our hands
firm but spongy

Let’s gyrate in the merry-go-around
Let the children recite for us
Their darling assonance
As they brought colour for the upcoming season
Granting life and energy

Colour the night with sapphire shades
As the moon cascades into its temperate lap
Bringing up the burgundy sun
As it tint the sky rosy red
With the ocean’s horizon
Fine as a silver thread

Look at the blues and scream
Suck up all the icing creams
Cause summer is here
And we’re all here to spend it
Once again.

(HaHaz....... here's one happy masterpiece by stupiakpoet, hope you guys is infected by the happy virus, spreaded by me!!!! WEEEEEE!!!!)

XOXO

STUPIAKPOET

Ballroom Chant

You and me
And the dandelion flower
Water-colored lake
Moonlit floor
Grassy plain
All in their places

You pressed your finger against my lips
Gazed into my soul
Tranquility is beauty
For now
Rustling of gale brushed through our complexion
Ripple of streams gushed out of our beating heart
The river of passion
Of love
Let’s get up and dance
The floor is ours

Your leg danced around in jubilant
Your expression melts in my eye
Providing a sight so enchanting
Enough to last an eternity
Your hands gently placed in mine
As they soared through the night
Your timid smile liquefy my pounding heart
That soothed my soul to its very root
Time stopped
Our reflection on the crystal-clear lake

Let’s dance, dance and dance
Let the fireflies accompany us
As we compose the soundless rhythm of our zapatear
Let the dolphin fly over the moon
As the droplets of the lake gleamed on the moonlit floor
Let the silent game continue
As our long-lasting dance carry on

All are in their places
Me, You and dandelion flower.

Requiem Pageant

My dearly loved students
Pay attention to me
And heed my heart’s outpour stream
So that you’ll be sensible
To live a life with no regrets

My students
You’re now residing in a comfy domicile
Secluded from the solemn society
Protected from Trend’s decay
Sheltered from bad inhabitants
Cosseted from cruel Crimes
And invulnerable to delusion, deception, and gruesome reality
Of our heartbreaking, dejected humanity.

Listen vigilantly
Listen to me
The path lain ahead of you is not trouble-free
You may find dirty legitimacy
That attempts to wobble your feeble stance
You might, also discover
Filthy philosopher or leaders juggling around with civil liberties
Or
Unjust situation that revolves around Sexism, Nationalism and Racism
And Even
Mean People who tries to overtake your rights, and accuse you of your wrongs.

You’ll learn
That your Mom and Dad is not alongside with you
At times when you are so busted
You’ll find out
That crying is not the way of wisdom
That being a mama’s boy is not the best alternative

So,
Be good while you still have us
Bunch of matured teacher
Of life
Of world
And of things occurring around you.
So that when we’re gone
You’d know how to survive.


(This poem is specially dedicated to my students, and to those who treated me as their life’s teacher. This is because you guys have to learn about this ugly truth : fairy tales doesn’t workout in this world……………. Specially feature my student : Eddie and Carina. They’re such a joy to have. Well, I’m really touched that little Carina invited me to her 12th birthday party, as her Sunday school teacher!!!! She’s beautiful, isn’t she?)



XOXO

Stupiakpoet

Don't Give Me Crazy Somersaults

The one who gives me strength
When I’m lost in the solitary nowhere
The one who reassures me
When my subsistence is no longer desired
It’s you

You’re the one, in fact
Who fights alongside with me
I perhaps put up the wrong fight
But you’re always sure
Confident with my conscience

During times of despair
I won’t forget
That you grasped my hand
Enlighten an alleyway for me
And alleviated my fear

It’s a piece of good fortune
To have such a being like you
I, if truth be told, really appreciated it
I’m grateful because of you, my friend.

(Well, i personally is not satisfied with this poe, cause i'm not satisfied with this theme. however, hope you guys can really feel my sincerity, that you are precious to me, as a friend. Friends 4eva!!!!)

XOXO
STUPIAKPOET

The Butterfly in My Stomach

If Golden resembles happiness
And Blue resembles gloominess
Should Red symbolize my passion for you?

If summer comes bringing joy
And winter comes spreading solemn fear
Would you come and share your laughter with me?

If eagle can fly over the mountains
As sky-scraping as the heaven
Do you know my feeling for you have the same depth?

If tomorrow never comes
Would you be with me
Till our last precious flash moment ends?

If and only if I have this rare opportunity
I would and I will
Spend my years with you
In your mere presence.

(Well, i'm quite satisfied with my masterpiece this time. however, people may think that i'm not suit to the romantic personality in my poems. just believe me, if you're shock with this, you still don't know who Joshua is...)

XOXO
Stupiakpoet

The Worthless Boy

A boy
Squatting in the shade of shadow
Is crying
He said :
“I’m useless, I’m a nobody”
He brawled and wailed and howled and blubbered…..
On and on, on and on….
In a continuum.

My boy
You’re not useless and worthless
You’re just another precious diamond
Waiting to be discovered in a pile of stones
You’re nobody
Cause Nobody’s perfect
You’re in the shadow
Cause you’ll soon broke out from it
One day
Just wait and see.

Run boy
Let nothing binds you
Let the light shone your way
Run, my boy.

(This poem is specially written to comemorate this special day. I hereby declare that i'll try my best in all means, including studying etc etc. i won't ask help from anyone if i really don't need the help. i'm determined)

XOXO

Stupiakpoet

Announcement for the holiday

To tell you guys the truth,challenge itself is not a problem to me, as long as it's a good challenge.

so, here goes, someone challenges me to at least write a poem and a post per day, from today onwards till the end of the holiday.

well, i accepted it without hesitation and now i'll announce :

Updates on poems and blog posts wil be posted in the night, approximately 10.30p.m. so, stay logged on to follow more updates.......

all thanks to Hannah Chen And Lawrence Law.

Twirling Ride

Round and Round
Round and Round
Round into the spinning world
Spin and Spin
Spin and Spin
Spin Round all you want

Let’s have some fun
Enjoy this ironic ride
Where happiness is filled with sorrow
Where you’re disgusted with joy

Round and Round
Spinning all around

This is a real place
Please join in and have some fun
Juggling with fires
Dance with sharks

Spin and spin
Spinning all around
Jump off before the ride ends
And jump in to recommence the chaos
Round and round
Round and round

From the dusk of dawn till the faded sunset
Please enjoy one more time
Come and experience
The wonder of my land

Round and round
Round and round
Spin around all you want
Round and Round and Round and Round and Round and Round and Round and Round
Till the time tick-tacked stop.



B.J.A Stupiakpoet
12/9/2009

Outpour from my bloody heart

Can you imagine a man who bath in blood, with bruises and wound everywhere, trying to comfort someone who hurt him? Well, I do, cause I’m doing it now……… These are the sincere sound from my heart, to you.

Can you try to be more normal? Why do you have to act like you’re one violent psycho who likes to kill and desires blood? It’s not you. Although you acted like this, I know deep down in my heart, that you’re normal and you just want to be different. I know that you are overshadowed by many person, including me. You feel that you don’t have your own personality, you don’t know how to gain attention from other people. Cause you have left the book-ish world that you used to be in and now you’re out, into this fancy fun world.

You feel awkward when people still thinks you as the bookworm that you use to be, and you try to be someone that’s special and not usual in the school society. So you chose that crazy personality : violent maniac.

Well, actually you don’t have to act like that, for I treated as my friend all along. You won’t gain any extra attention from me, and I believe everyone else treat you the same even though you acted differently.

And know why I know you pretend to be that someone? You instinctively acted as if you’re the violent one when we mention your crazy personality. And your jerky hands with violence is also too pretentious, unreal.

And can you stop your accusative manner? This world is not particularly about you…… (no further elaboration).

These words are for you……. Wal-ly……… I know you know that I’m talking about you. It’s just the matter of whether you read my blog or not…….

We Sucked……

After the first tryout of our board potential and ability during last meeting, we met the truth and the solemn conclusion: We sucked.

It’s very true because no one can really make the meeting a success, including me. There’re weaknesses in everyone and it’s a shame because we didn’t really work hard in the meeting, except for a few of them who had done their jobs a couple of weeks earlier.

We Sucked

We sucked

We sucked

Wait.

This is our first time, I bet we can work on it, for the better meeting. We work on our weakness, strengthen our committee bonds, tackle all problems, defeat all kinds of situations and at last win all member’s heart.

古人有云：“万事起头难”也！天下有难易事呼？莫哀莫哀哉！

Hope we are doing our best after this failure. Goodluck!

Crazy race for one tuition bag + special (we’re the school groundkeeper~~~)

Well, from this weird unusual title you guys will know that this post is definitely a crazy one and the featured star student for the post is ………. HANG MING!!!!

It started when me, Hang Ming and Lawrence a.k.a Lawless Law reach the tuition centre, somewhere near the school. To my utter surprise that my bag is gone, missing, not in place. (the bag is locked in the school’s classroom, where I had my BC paper just then. Talking about BC paper, it’s weird and quite difficult).

So, the “good” friend of mine, Hang Ming (who always pinch me in my arms, causing excruciating pain), volunteered to accompany me on a journey back to the school, to recover the missing beg. We embarked our journey and headed to the school.

First Stop : Guard house. we’re planning to go to look for teacher when some nice idea pooped up : why don’t we take the shortcut and look for the school guard. And so we go to the guard house.

Guard : Saya Takde kunci, kau cari Encik Mure. Dia ada kunci……..

Second Stop : Mure office. We made it to the office with our wet uniform and exhausted legs. Mure again said the same thing

Mure : I don’t have the key, it’s with Mr Karim, the school ground keeper.

Third Stop : Somewhere in this stupid school ( I added the word “stupid” to express how much this school big compound is causing us so much trouble) At first, we saw Mr Karim washing the dustbin at the pondok (we’re at the first floor of the blok pentadbiran). Then, he’s nowhere when we make it at the ground floor, which makes us wonder if he has super speed. We looked and walked around the school but met no avail. And we noticed the old, ancient, dirty little house beside the canteen, I think it’s not suitable for anyone to be in. BUT HANG MING tells me : “I got a feeling he’s in there”

LOGIC la, stupid!!!!! How can encik Karim walk so fast? He must be nearby…………

Fourth Stop : Little hut. Gotcha ! Encik KArim!!!!! We got the keys and raced to the blok where my bag is locked in. The Grills is damn hard and it waste both of our energy to open that gate. But guess what? We’re the school groundkeeper for the time being. We’re the ones who got the key. Who can stop us from sneaking into the trophy room and grab some precious, dazzling trophy, or lock the school gate to sabotage all the students so that they can’t reach home?

Bag retrieved. Mission Accomplished