Stars Twinkle , Bells Jingle
There is a tug on the string.
People Mingle , Hearts Tingle
take a sip out of the drink.

Legs twirling , Heads Swirling
Passing out of sight.
Eyebrows curling , Stomach Churning
On such a beautiful night.

A slight Crescendo , coaxed Sforzando
Disappitates the spell.
A heart Rubato , increasing Tempo
My chest begins to swell.

But a Treasure without a Key
Is like a flower without a Bee
I can only gaze in wonder
While light brushes by me.

I wrote this poem.
There is a theme.
Its up to you to find out what the theme is about though.

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I,m worried.
Worried like hell.
I failed grade 4 yet AGAIN.
How am i gonna cope with grade 5?
Shit. Exam is 15 march.
Somebody save me.
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Apart from that , tomorrow , school starts over again.
I,ll have to deal with marists ( which i dont really like ) flooding CJC.
Grrr.
I,ll have to deal with making new relationships between others and I.
I guess, maybe, i,m like my mother...
A few posts back , i was talking about how she was a routine person who didnt welcome change.
Maybe i fear change too.
Maybe i should look at myself before talking bad about her.

I pray.
So hard.
That i,ll have a nice class , with people which i can have fun and study with.
I pray that my 3 friends in band wont leave band just because the conductor is strict.

I pray that the guys and girl doing music theory with me , we,ll get through with distinction.



Matthew that bastard.
He knows i want the V-Pick so badly.
SO he says. I,ll sell it to you for $18 dollars.
Grrrr. I know that pick is special and is worth like Sgd $5
Yes. $5 for a guitar pick.
But hell. Its an awesome pick.
I feel like a pro when i use that pick.
Problem is that , he owns one out of the 2 picks available in singapore.
I,m waiting for the next shipment.

I need to get married.
There are some people around me.
Definitely marrying material.


Do comment on my poem.
If you want , you can even critically analyze it.
Type out an essay and email me...
But if you,d rather not.
Leave a comment on my tagboard.
Its getting old.