In what I hope is in the privacy of this blog on life support, I would like to say you made my mind go blank and my heart beat faster when I saw you standing there. Standing so perfectly behind a blur of people, only you stood out.

sang my troubles away @ 9:57 PM

Alone

Only shadows for company,
the only heart is his.
Only death awaits him,
he will not be missed.

Though he's in the crowd,
no one sees his face.
His existence slowly fading,
about to be erased.

He dares not to lie,
he admits he is afraid.
Not the life he wanted,
but that's the life he made.

Luqman "RockZy" Hakim

I guess my message here is we should set aside time to spend with our friends ) and family. Don't be like the man in the poem who chose solidarity and only realised it when it was too late. Life is short, enjoy it.

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sang my troubles away @ 12:25 AM

A pure white rose grew,
stained by the crimson red of blood.
So elegant and beautiful,
hiding the secret pains within it’s petal.

The stained rose indulged,
from the sweat and tears that flooded it’s bed.
It grew big while it’s source diminished in size,
yet so worth it, for the stained rose flourished as days went by.

The stained rose was spoiled,
from the attention and perpetual warmth,
which radiated from the sun and its source.
And when the time came, it was ready.

Yet the stained rose was like any other red roses,
withered when gifted, mistreated, mishandled.
Trampled by the very being that it was meant for.
And soon it was forgotten, for it was just,
another red rose.

That farmer died that very day,
for no man has ever lived without a heart.

Luqman "RockZy" Hakim

Metaphor used in the poem. Quite obvious from the last stanza. It's open to interpretation...

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sang my troubles away @ 4:31 PM

Sometimes you wonder,
is that person really me?
He looks so really different,
so impossible, it couldn’t be.

Yet there’s no smoke without fire,
there shouldn’t be doubt if you are sure.
But since you’re still deciding,
is it the truth that you are finding?

Cause lies can get you far,
maybe further than the truth.
But deep inside your heart,
is the only thing you need to soothe.

So open your eyes,
if it was closed when we began.
I hope you find what you seek,
and not a future that is bleak.

Who am I to tell you this?
Am I one who found success?
I’m just a guy who lost his way,
and now hoping for progress.

Luqman "RockZy" Hakim

This poem is weird or unique in a way as the first three stanzas was meant to be invoking thoughts to the reader by asking them questions and saying things they may or may not agree to.

The last 2 stanzas however shifts from this thought invoking process and instead offers the reader the writer's personal thoughts and experience on that matter.

The inspiration of the poem is the writer's struggle to find himself and wants to share this experience with the readers.

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sang my troubles away @ 2:00 AM

How did it snow on this barren land¹?
What you said, I can’t comprehend.
Now freezing cold, my heart remains
at least it’s numbing the hurt and pain.

Those whispered words that pierced my ear²,
Were words I hoped, I’d never hear.
Those eyes that showed your sorrows clear,
were wishing I would disappear,
so I disappeared….

A tragic end to a mangled love³,
fated to end, by the Gods above.
A bitter close to a/their wicked game⁴,
It had to end, it was such a shame.

1 – Barren land is actually a metaphor for an empty heart. What I actually wanted to say is that, the heart was empty after the event ( most likely a break up ) that it became like a plot of land that became barren ( no longer able to produce anything ). So the heart became empty, no longer able to love and became cold, hence the snow.

2 – Of course something whispered cannot really pierce your ear. The image I’m trying to get here is that the words although softly spoken and of a low volume actually had the impact of something so loud that it burst the eardrums. Trying my best to bring about the impact and weight of the words ( most likely the breakup speech ).

3 – Mangled love simply implies that the relationship was a rocky one that probably involved a lot of fights.

4 – A dilemma here. “their wicked game” sort of gives the impression that the Gods above were like playing with the couple and decided to break them up for laughs. The original phrase is “a wicked game”, is different as it is comparing love to a game where if one loses, it would be harmful to them yet one cannot resist playing due to the lovely rewards. Do comment which you like or think flows better.

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sang my troubles away @ 1:54 AM

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sang my troubles away @ 8:47 PM

Haha. Common Test Schedule

Module : Intermediate Financial Accounting ( IFA )
Date : 6 June 2009 ( Saturday )
Time : 1.30pm ‐ 3.00pm
Venue :Convention Centre Level 1
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Time : 1.30pm ‐ 3.00pm
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Module : Financial Management
Date : 11 June 2009 ( Thursday )
Time : 8.30am ‐10.00am
Venue : BLOCK 53 LEVEL 8 / SPORTS HALL
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sang my troubles away @ 3:45 PM

It seems that everytime I have contact with her, I'll get the feeling to write a poem cause I feel depressed. I wanna forget her, but I think I cant.
The poem is kinda abstract just like how my mind is right now...

To suppress an emotion that seems so strong.
Then forcing my heart to just go along.
But alas in my mind, she’s always with me.
Constantly bringing up, not so distant memories.

Her laughter, her sighs still ringing in my ear.
Her smile, her sulk still ever so clear.
Confused I wonder, will I ever forget?
Or will my silence inevitably just bring me regret?

Is the sky blue and most roses red?
It’s still a rhetorical question so why not ask that?
The answers are obvious yet it seems so unclear.
Contradictory I know, isn’t that how love appears?

Unsatisfying, Unavoidable,
Undesirable, Unpredictable.
Gratifying, Fulfilling,
Pleasant and Brilliant.

Love’s a square with no sides,
and a circle with edges.
Loving is like walking on water,
and swimming on land.
Perhaps to you, this doesn’t make sense,
Maybe understanding love is just too immense.

Luqman “RockZy” Hakim

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sang my troubles away @ 10:13 PM

In the wee hours of the morning of 18th April 2009, I wrote this poem after realising AGAIN, that things weren't meant to be. I wanted to tell her that a few hours ago, but chickened out , AGAIN....

I Wish

I wish I could just whisper to you,
what my heart is screaming at me.
But never will I find any words
that will accurately tell you how I feel.

I wish I could just stare in your beautiful eyes,
and fight the urge to blink,
so I’ll never miss even a moment,
of you just sitting still.

I wish I could just hear you voice,
it’s cute how when you speak, you sing.
And that saintly little voice of yours,
only joy and happiness it brings.

But sadly wishes stay as wishes,
cause there’s nothing I can do.
Nothing short of a miracle
will make you love me too.

Luqman “RockZy” Hakim

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sang my troubles away @ 9:31 PM