Category Archives: Poetry

Amid the roar

Barrock told me about this poem by Edgar Allan Poe, he called it a ‘break-up poem’.  It has been a while since I have read anything besides I Wrote This For You the book and website.

A Dream Within a Dream

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow —
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.


I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand —
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep — while I weep!
O God! Can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

For now

Conversations can end

Memories can fade

I can forget

But feelings

They linger a little bit longer

Stay hidden if unbidden

Until I decide to let them go

When I’m ready to let you go

Until then the longing continues

Two boats

Sitting in the quiet hall of your domain
I can see why you love it here
It’s painful to admit that I feel the same way
And to know that nothing good will come out of this thought
Of wanting to be here
In your own piece of paradise

I need to make up my mind

There is nothing to decide, really.

I just need time.

To fully accept it.

To let go.

To look away.

I may not have much experience but I know how I feel.

I may suck at this but I’m for real.

I don’t play games.

I shouldn’t have to.

So here’s to life.

To the connections.

To the conversations.

To the losses.

To the pain.

To love.

Why write when you can moan

Everyone thinks writers must know more about the inside of the human head, but that is wrong. They know less, that’s why they write. Trying to find out what everyone else takes for granted.

                                                                  Margaret Atwood 

– – –

The saddest song you ever heard
The most you said with just one word
The loneliest prayer you every prayed
The truest vow you ever made
What makes you laugh, what makes you cry
What makes you mad, what gets you by
Your highest high, your lowest low
These are the things I want to know

                                                                        Don Henley’s Inside Out

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Five hours spent talking into the small hours.  About life, about the service, about people.  There were two gentlemen at the table who shared many stories with me, for which I am grateful.  Bila nak commission? Tak tau la, Tuan, harapnya tahun ni.