I am talking to myself again
You are on my mind
I remember you told me to wait
The heart will its desire attain
Its due in due time
Why, then, this price I pay instead?
You sing me a song made of glass
You offer joy that does not last
You were Melbourne and the dancefloor
The mirrors and the hall
I remember you promised, you said
Life has many windows, many doors
And light comes through them all
Why, then, did they slam shut in my face?
You sing me a song made of glass
You offer joy that does not last
I am talking to myself again
It’s okay, I’m alone
I remember you told me to wait
But I have waited and waited in vain
My timbre and my tone
Why, my dear, they have dried up dead
You sing me a song made of glass
You break, I always knew you must
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Kenny Mah believes in the good in people. He has been blogging for over ten years. No, his hands aren't tired. Yet.
The broken glass can’t be whole again.
One can only try to put the bigger pieces together and hope they stay.
The smaller pieces…the vital pieces, one can never get back.
That glass will never be complete again.
Or one could go out and get a new glass?
How come so emo wan. Melbourne weather is grey atm and this is not helping. :(
Hehe, not emo in the slightest bit. Just felt like writing something creative and not “real-world” for a change.
Now, you, my dear, cheer up! Melbourne’s lovely if you allow it to be.
ooh, this sounds almost melancholy. or maybe it’s not meant to be. i watched hugo this week, and i was expected it to be a melancholy movie, steeped in nostalgia. during many moments, it was a little sad, somewhat wistful, but overall, a surprisingly feel-good film :D
Feel-good melancholia? That sounds like Lars von Trier meets Cameron Crowe it does.
wow nice nice nice very nice :)
Thanks, bro!
How can I write at all after I read your words!? I’m left with but one overused word, ‘wow’. :-)
That’s very sweet of you to say so, my dear. Thanks.
just love the tone of this piece, just love it
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it’s a nice poem..i hope this is not something that you and i are going to experience in the near future..i will throw the glass back at that person..LOL!!
Hahaha… Funny lah you. Nope, this poem is entirely fictional. It’s nice to move away from “real life” once in awhile.
oh i am loving this….can be made into a real song….not of glass of course :P
Ah, but who will sing it?
mmm good question, a good song will find it’s voice i’m sure hehe
And a good voice deserves a good song? Not just one song but many good songs, in fact.
And perhaps we all deserve good stories for our lives, whether or not we have good singing voices or not. Ja?
yes, we all have stories to tell, all in our own form :)
I think our blogs are our stories (some of them) mapped out in a certain way; I wonder if they will survive though. This is an age where the Encyclopedia Britannica has shut down its print operations after all.