Ugh, you have no idea how many people who have read these poems have no idea what most of them are trying to say. Very few people have understood the actual meaning behind these poems and learned to appreciate their deep sense. If you think you're one of those 80% of the world people who have absolutely no idea of the deepness of some poems you're better off just viewing another page of this site. They aren't rhyming poems so don't expect to be entertained. That's all I have to say. Oh yeah, if you do read on and don't like them, don't make fun of me!!

I reach out my hand expecting another hand to touch my own,
Time rushes past and I begin to grow weary and withdraw when suddenly I see the hand,
that I was expecting for so long,
It beckons towards me but I am reluctant now,
I am afraid that when I reach out to it again, it may not come for a long time,
The hand was still calling out to me but I stood still fearing if I reach out,
loneliness will sweep me up and hurt me alone,
It's too late.

A righ turn, a left turn, and a right turn again,
Whichever direction I go, I seem to be in the exact same spot,
The maze seemed endless; running this way and then that; encountering the same indentical
hedge turn by turn,
Shadows lurk around the corners whispering their own thoughts of where I should go,
Their malicios voices grow louder and louder but I close my mind and block off all the,
voices around me,
I choose to go straight.

The crystal clar ocean swirls around me,
My legs are weary after swimming for so long,
I catch sight of an island and joyfully swim towards it;
But the closer I come, the farther it moves away from me
Is it a mirage?
Should I continue my endless journey or sink to the botton of the ocean floor..?

The cold bleak wind was slapping my face and rose my hair up and down by its force,
I felt cold as ice and looked up to see the never-ending mountain,
The jagged rocks that I was holding on to were cutting in my hands,
As much as I didn't want to give up, I did,
I let go and fell deep in the darkness, my eyes clamped shut,
Why did I do it? I asked myself,
I could've held on but I didn't; what would've happened then?

The rose looks so beautiful, so red, so bloody,
But it is surrounded by thorns yet it looks so tempting,
I have to touch it, I think,
Just to feel its velvety layers
Careful not to touch the thorns, I reach out my hand when suddenly I feel a sting,
And realise that a large amount of blodd is already flowing from my hand again,
I didn't mean to...
I didn't think I'd hurt myself and definately not more...
I really didn't mean too...it's not my fault...
Yet I am to blame.