Saturday, March 29, 2008


Make me feel better

Wont you come and make me feel better?
In this gloomy wet sticky kinda weather,
No, really im not asking for a shelther,
I just wish you'd come and make me feel better.

How long how long ,have we tried and tried,
resusitated it again just before it died
but crumbled to dust and blown by the wind,
repeatedly our efforts only managed to cave in.
But right now all this doesnt really matter,
as long as you'd come and make me feel better.

Grief, anxiety, loneliness overrides
swallowed up are our solutions in such fearsome tides.
Im running out of breath and im unsure how long more i can go
having someone to keep you afloat, that'll be good to know,
But right now its alright if drinking seawater makes me fatter,
just as long as you're here to make me feel better.

The clash of words like swords in the night,
a sparring display of how we dont think alike.
I think we've already stabbed each other in our minds
frustration's already way past our limit lines,
disappointment? resignation? i think more of the latter,
and i dont think you'll be coming, to make me feel better.

went crazii; at

10:40 PM




Circles

we're going in circles,
round and round we go,
we're going in circles,
and i just cant get your flow.
What goes around comes around
thats how its meant to be,
but i dont think my shout outs are reaching you,
and neither are yours to me.
we're this close to chemistry babe
but in a vaccum can a reaction take part?
we struggle to sing in tune
but an octave away is your heart.
we're going in circles,
round and round we go,
we're going in circles,
how long more, i wanna know

went crazii; at

10:37 PM



Saturday, January 13, 2007


bite at first sight

our meeting was brief,
and i hungered for her at first glance,
she stood there squared against me,
posing her sturdy stance,
along came a breeze,
pranced through her darkest brown hair
that's when i snatched a whiff,
of her rich aroma staining the air,
as she sashayed closer,
in those matching brown heels
my stomach tickled in anticipation
boy, her looks sure kills
i flung my arms around her,
her skin a velvet cushion as i embrace
a shade of healthy yellow
was the smoothness of her face
i let myself sink into her,
my lips nibbled at her crown
struggling to curb my impatience
as they slowly proceeded down
her taste exploding in my mouth
oh, the seduction of cocoa beans
engulfed by her softness
i couldnt be more keen
breaching her defence,
i found the epic center of her soul
and there it lay,
i've finally reached my goal
smeared on my tongue
thick chocolate bursts of joy
she had satisfied my taste buds
and made me one happy boy

went crazii; at

10:51 PM



Tuesday, September 12, 2006


a walk on 10 brilliante lane

i believe these two souls are miscible
that maybe im not that dense

that the story those glittering prophets tell is genuine
behind that spectacle lense
with two dark umbrellas over their heads
and draped in long black cloaks custom made
their ever shininig enthusiasm never fades
nestled neatly in between them
are tiny doors with which air comes and goes
sometimes they get a bit blocked
when obstructed by your woes
watching those crimson twins
as they fold uniformly into place
revealing a line-up of little white soldiers
each soon to be clad with a brace
your strands drift at the slightest breeze
shrouded in aromatic delight
secured behind a pair of smooth curves
selectively picking out the sounds of the radio at night,
at the sides bouncy cushions
a little chubby i suppose
after a wash of sweat
they glow radiant with a tint of rose
not forgetting those little dots
like little children prancing about a flower field
this lane's such a picturesque view
im sure you cant resist its tempting yield
so why not take a walk
and be lost in this fatal attraction

went crazii; at

8:52 PM




internal strife and heartaches

telling myself that the wait ain't that long,
replaying,echoing within the walls of my skull, your favourite songs
they say abscence makes the heart grow fonder,
amount of truth these words consitute i wonder,
never mind the past petty thefts,
from my array of ever-straying emotions,
this time you've laid your eyes on the big prize
and with your loot you're in motion,
you broke into the security of my ribs,
and reflected in your eyes your throbbing trophy lay,
nimbly tending it into slumber,
and just like that you stole my heart away..

though the number of train stations apart may be a sour sixteen,
reunion with my life support you can be sure im keen,
till then i'll be obliterating you from my sub-concious thought
omitting you from my imagination i have valiantly fought,
but conquering your own control tower is a straineous task,
maybe i'll fry it, under the sun i'll bask
submerging myself in pages of information,
chanelling as much knowledge to dam fragments of you flowing in,
however your prescence still overshadows,
in my sleep your voice occasionally makes a din
cant wait till you come and overflow,
the banks of this hovering soul..

went crazii; at

7:05 PM



Thursday, August 10, 2006


An emo composition written in class

Let your waves come and crash down on me,
and maybe in the foams and seasprays i'll die..
Dont leave me stranded in the blueness of this sea,
it'll make me so sad i'd be too ready to cry..
but what are tears before this ocean?
What is one person's sorrows compared to this world's?
Just drifting, clinging on, to your floating device..
waiting for someone who would be ever so nice..
to fish you out from your sorry state
hopefully your still thriving then, your saviour wont be too late..
the churning of the water's drowning out your "to no avail" weeps
looks like this misery is for yours to keep
Mouthfuls of air as you struggle in a passing ship's backwash,
so much for your distress sign..
hands been soaked for hours now,
tattoed into those palms, wrinkled lines..
will it be?
the dreaded R.I.P?
In destination unknown endless sea?
those teeth of the world out there are really sharp
you'll create a blood fountain if you strum across them like a harp..
will you just try and not end up as shark feed,
surving's not a want, its a need

went crazii; at

7:17 PM



Saturday, August 05, 2006


Glimmer

So i may not be up to your precise expectations,
Neither handsome nor tall and perhaps a tad too dark,
A surplus of rowdiness and rebellion,
which way exceeds your mark..
i bare my fangs of disobedience
when cornered by opressive strings of derogatory words from above,
to stand firm and be concrete you say,
instead of always prostrating to serve...
your occasional commentary somewhat resembles a jackpot
a tint of exuberance could lead to a sea of distraught..
despite all that is lacking here is my resolve
i'll do what it requires even if it means to evolve
its time to disperse these infantile dreams,
but this sole surviving glimmer i'll protect with pronunced vigour,
enusre it wont come crashing down like meteor streams
For this is something priceless, too valuable to place a figure

went crazii; at

11:56 PM



Monday, July 17, 2006


The fake stage(you dont wanna be on)

Maybe its just the world revolving the usual way..
being the stage for this oscar winning role play..
this show has been on for way too long
i cant act any more the script's way too wrong
just dont get why there are still those who cling on
the storyline has a bad ending so for these people i'll mourn
im pulling out now and i'll leave no strings attatched
run out the door and keep the lock latched
sorry but fakeness is just not the job for me
if you need another actor maybe you can try barney
he friendly, purple and kids love him lots
what's more he wont argue about who's calling the shots
just asking to be a genuine person
who if given the chance would commit arson
probably spark a fire or two thats all
and it probably just burn down the theatre hall
toast those drama mamas from within
and thats when the showing of true colours begin

went crazii; at

9:06 PM



Saturday, July 08, 2006


wake up time

been trying to cover the signs of aging
time's passing so fast things keep on changing
guess the time to wake up is now..
before the big test i bow..
i think my mind is getting slow
in it rust has started to grow..
familiarity has been giving me the occasional jab too,
it almost like its deja-vu
hang on dont get knocked off this railway track of time
you wont be able to jump queue so just stay in line
it'll soon be your turn so dont fret
for this obstacle is gonna be the biggest one yet

went crazii; at

10:45 PM




HeRE i am my words are blood red

and here's what came out of my crazy little head

well if only words were enough to say

all thats inside me that i wanna express

here;s what words CAN potray

read and you'll know the rest
Me

Jonas Ho
shotgun seventeen


I can't go back
*Read the old 1s i think they are nicer*

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