tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34993142011-04-21T20:08:57.287-07:00My PoetryCopyrighted Ó Cheryl Chia
~all poems original and written by ME~the bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16808684830127902541noreply@blogger.comBlogger231100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3499314.post-1116385049707919072005-05-17T19:54:00.000-07:002005-05-17T19:57:29.713-07:00it's been quite a while since I posted up some of my poetry. This site has been kinda neglected. I do intend to revive it however. And to start with, here's one of my latest poem:she bites her nailsShe bites her nailsAnd AnticipatesCoagulated thoughtsCome full circleEvaluation and desperationBeneath one guarded fence.Circulating realityA piece of the nextAn Absence of certaintyThat’s rather the bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16808684830127902541noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3499314.post-1060874308017151292003-08-14T08:18:00.000-07:002003-08-14T08:23:26.536-07:00before.ever.after.
Is it too much to ask
For a shock to make
My heart beat again
Where has that feeling gone
It’s none to forlorn
Numb and void,
Standing, looming
I hope to catch that gaze
To break the daze
I am caught in
Is it difficult
To live in an illusion
Of many a beautiful nothing
Perhaps I’m a dreamer
Am I too silly
To even want something as pure
Doubt not the question
But break the bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16808684830127902541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3499314.post-1056870181445517032003-06-29T00:03:00.000-07:002003-06-29T00:03:01.336-07:00Once
Missing those days
thinking back on the ways
things once were
Appreciating the present
though longing for the past
now beginning to taste
very much like dust
upon the book
of my memories
which 'once were'
I start to wish
just barely hopeful
that I could live
like before,
way past the door
of my nostalgia
containing the sweet prescence
of innocence
and delicate lockets
of short lived the bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16808684830127902541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3499314.post-933428922003-04-27T07:41:00.000-07:002003-04-27T07:41:29.183-07:00Pure love
Behind my toothful grin
tucked under my sins
wrapped beneath
the skin of my pride
lies a beating heart
It throbs with passion
with veins threatening
to burst with thick
knowledge of
the existence of that
mysterious something
Whatever the results
it brings;
that something which
I call love,
sometimes brings
more pain than jubilee
Perhaps I played it
the wrong way
call me silly
the bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16808684830127902541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3499314.post-933418852003-04-27T07:15:00.000-07:002003-04-27T07:15:24.876-07:00Swirls of brown
My tongue
Makes contact
With the dark brown
Swirling with ecstasy
Eyes closed
Fluttering with delight
My smile hints of something creamy
And breathes
Of dreamy desires
Might be I’m just crazy
I could be only playfully
Addicted to a pleasure
So dark and dangerous
Feeding my constant high
Bringing me further from my pain
I laugh with disdain
And cry with realization
When I knowthe bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16808684830127902541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3499314.post-933415502003-04-27T07:06:00.000-07:002003-04-27T07:06:15.386-07:00That speck of dust
A speckle of dust,
falls on my arm
and appears be alive
I blew at it
and away it flew
faster than dew
which drips
from trees in the morn
Soon, I find
that indeed
and weirdly so
I am truly part
of the spectacles
that dot
of dust possessed
I dwindled upon
that thought,
one which had me
entranced and bewildered
If I may,
I would learn
someday to free
my soul
from the the bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16808684830127902541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3499314.post-912197462003-03-23T03:46:00.000-08:002003-03-23T03:50:02.000-08:00Never been better...
Being left alone,
An isolated stone
Left unturned
Its all been done.
You disappeared
And left me with a tear
Giving no real reason.
I should not have bothered
You just had
to treat me like dirt
Leading me on,
You’ve had your fun.
What you say
Don’t matter no more
Cos I’ve gotten over you
Fact is
I’ve never been better
I’m feeling kinda greater
Without having to deal
the bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16808684830127902541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3499314.post-857819792002-12-10T06:06:00.000-08:002002-12-10T06:06:44.983-08:00I'm ME
If I had a different life
If I had walked a different path
Where would I be?
How will the end turn out?
I cannot stop wondering
About the many possibilities that
Could have been
What if I was another person
What if I never lived here
Where would I be
How will the end turn out?
My wandering mind has
Thousands of questions that
Even I can’t answer
So I just feed it with the simple reasonthe bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16808684830127902541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3499314.post-857819482002-12-10T06:05:00.000-08:002002-12-10T06:05:46.200-08:00Stay
Oh how I hate to leave
To go back to my reality
I wish I could stay
To enjoy a brief eternity
If I could, I might
I just may stay a little longer
But what permits me to such bliss?
I hate to admit
That I do not wish
To ever leave
I wish forever could last
Infinitely
While I pause
To taste
Life’s mellow bittersweet delights
Sunny beams pierce my skin
And I think for the moment
That life the bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16808684830127902541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3499314.post-851682922002-11-27T08:56:00.000-08:002002-11-27T08:56:45.183-08:00Dreamseeker
Relish the moment
Absorbing the temptuous
Need to want
To dream
To hold
To hope
Design your own fate
Make a date
With destiny
You shall choose
A life of your own
Without any noose
Go on
Chase the rainbow
Which holds that
Pot of gold
Don’t wait till you’re old
Dream what you will
Till you reach the end.
You will be that
Dreamseeker
You will dream
You will seek what
Your the bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16808684830127902541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3499314.post-846980942002-11-17T23:58:00.000-08:002002-11-17T23:58:52.866-08:00The Race
Do you feel the need to ace
Do you want to win the race
Or would you rather gaze
And wonder ‘what if’?
The race has begun
And you’re still here
Afraid of defeat
You want to join
The race
But your weak heart
Thinks otherwise
Dare you not to
Give it a shot?
Take a chance
Go join the race
And ace it to perfection
For life will not wait
You will win
If you are strong
But hurry up
Or the bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16808684830127902541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3499314.post-846979832002-11-17T23:54:00.000-08:002002-11-17T23:54:55.740-08:00If Only
If only I had done that
If only I didn’t give up
If only…
No more regrets
No more pain
No more thinking
What it should have been
Should you not want
To have a life
Lived with fulfillment
Do you not want satisfaction
Will you give such a privilege
To your starving soul
Stop wishing and hoping
For gold to fall
Take stock
Take charge
Of your life
And grab that chance
Before it withersthe bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16808684830127902541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3499314.post-843585922002-11-11T04:16:00.000-08:002002-11-11T04:32:41.000-08:00Leaving
Don't try to
wrap me round your finger;
or twist me here and there
I'm not some elastic
You can toy with anywhere
I've had enough
of your twiddling thumbs
I've tried to do you justice
But no you wouldn't listen
you were too dumb
Don't start with those
minute excuses
to trap me in a box
You are as cunning as a fox
You know I'm not someone
you can toy
so boy,
listen here
You nasty tingle,
the bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16808684830127902541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3499314.post-843585152002-11-11T04:12:00.000-08:002002-11-11T04:12:52.276-08:00Face Value
Am i beautiful?
Do I look pretty?
Am I gorgeous?
Will the answers ever leave me satisfied?
My reflection
in the rich tint
of mirroring silver;
i face my mask,
questions drown me,
whirling in my pool of vanity
Is the value of my painted illusion
so critically important?
My distinguished features
I behold with pride
propping it on my shoulders
for all to judge
Do I care
what perceptionthe bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16808684830127902541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3499314.post-837689312002-10-30T05:39:00.000-08:002002-10-30T05:39:38.050-08:00Musing of Sorts
Mirror on the wall
I stand tall
Look into myself
I delve
And wonder
Who is that girl
A whirl sweeps me
I look around
And see
I’m in heaven
Nothing like an oven
I should govern
that it’s so wonderful
to be in a place
like this
Better than lace
I’m in a daze
I close my eyes
And open them
All the wonders gone
I look to one
idle face in the mirror
Oh me oh my
what a wonderful the bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16808684830127902541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3499314.post-828814572002-10-12T04:43:00.000-07:002002-10-12T04:43:33.580-07:00Why
Why do I feel
So sad
Why do tears well up in my eyes
When all I want is just to smile
Why do I feel
So alone
Why am I forsaken
In this cruel world of mine
A façade,
A lie,
An illusion
Is all there is
To what stands before my eyes
Don’t fault me,
Don’t let me carry the burden
Don’t cause chaos in my mind
I stand
Like a pillar;
My presence to abolition
What I feel,
What I say,
What I dothe bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16808684830127902541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3499314.post-828814462002-10-12T04:42:00.000-07:002002-10-12T04:42:30.406-07:00Pens,paper,words
Pens clicked
Words flowed,
Stories unfold,
And became a wonder to behold.
Formal chat
Never a wanton bet
I asked,
And I told
News was reality
Mine to report
Without delusion
Facts inclusion.
Print to read,
Yours to judge
My perpetual effort
Exuding dedication
There holds true
My prized possession,
My words of expression
Mine to admire.
Care you to?the bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16808684830127902541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3499314.post-819171152002-09-21T09:42:00.000-07:002002-09-21T09:42:50.580-07:00Don't Say
Stars spangled on a chilly night
soaking up the moonlight
with me and I
a nice cuppa tea
will do
Wondering what the sun looks like
I forget i'm a day away
from tomorrow
Rainbows are not too faraway
dare i say
they're just round the corner
from where i live
so don't say.
What do you think is up with me
beaten by the lightning
soaked by the storm
Nothing is too much for me
no no,
the bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16808684830127902541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3499314.post-769880432002-05-26T06:36:00.000-07:002002-05-26T06:36:28.173-07:00Copious Dearth
Waves of ardent desire
engulf me
while I try to elude
that destiny
Swirls of bittersweet anguish
stirring here
Existence takes siege
gnawing my cold sore flesh;
Blinded by indignation,
drowning soft and slow
with every vexing thought
Might there be annihilation
of my ire
Stinging the sense
of my hungry soul;
The heart I possess
throbs tenderly,
Victim of agony
ignorant the bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16808684830127902541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3499314.post-766947632002-05-18T08:05:00.000-07:002002-05-18T08:27:50.000-07:00Death's Epitome
Lurking in this
cold stale room;
the air a dead
silent anticipation
Hordes of well wishes
some with last wishes
flow of tears
run free
words of love
entwine thee
Last thoughts begin
to embody the mind
of thy soul
Fear ebbing
quicker than a whisper
deigned to a fate
to remain true
Slate though near completion
reeking uncertainty
seeking a resolution
to set that peace
A the bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16808684830127902541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3499314.post-765349402002-05-14T07:43:00.000-07:002002-05-14T07:43:24.880-07:00Love Solitary
Locked in a daze
my breath at a standstill
as I try to clear
those forlorn thoughts
What yearning that
lies deeper
than the murky waters
of my ocean of being?
One of possessing
a love so strong
and dutiful,
true and devoted
Is there a need
for such commitment?
Beyond misery,
overriding fate
what can I expect?
Am I destituted
to a solitary existence?
Bring unto me
what the bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16808684830127902541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3499314.post-763470902002-05-09T09:04:00.000-07:002002-05-10T08:34:35.000-07:00 Life's Monologue
Beneath the shell
of my bare existence
lies a soulful decree
of what will come to be
This finesse of mine,
is it only an illusion?
A shore of grief,
a wisp of bliss;
what will the finale be?
Rules meant to break
leave it not to fate
gather all that zeal
come and conquer
the very thing that bounds
Senses stripped,
craves curbed
what is life
without the core of
meaning
Seekthe bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16808684830127902541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3499314.post-763036652002-05-08T06:56:00.000-07:002002-05-09T18:27:04.000-07:00~My Blank Self~
My mind,
a vast blank
In a daze,
I stare into nothingness
With wonderment;
I wander
Stray and stride
toward the blur fog
The vague arrow
I see not
A map for which
I have no use
My direction
faltered
Where is my path?
What is my plan?
That I discover within
An awe so rightfully mine
Is it too late?
the bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16808684830127902541noreply@blogger.com0