attempt # 1

attempt # 1

on loop: oh well ~ boyz II men

a minute or two

if i had a minute or two
i would spend it with you
let the days stretch into nights
have the darkness turn to light

if you gave me a minute or two
you would see the love that grew
struggling to express itself
spread its wings and flew

if i lost a minute or two
it would matter not
since you never knew
the heart that swam in salt

if you spent a minute or two
i would give all of mine
to be the one there for you
at that space in time

but all i have is a minute or two
of wasted lifetimes and broken dreams
spiralling past my reach
torn apart at the seams

and so i go on a search across sands of time
and all i had was hope and want as my crew
and maybe just so to bide my minute or twos
trying to find when the minute was when i lost you.

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ehehe. meet my rotten attempt to come up with an artistic poem... made one earlier during the day but dismissed it as even more rubbish than this one so i made this right on the spot (hopefully to let the creative juices flow.. to no avail), but i retained the title. this is my first poem in... six years? yeah. or something. i'm not very good, even before when i used to really write... so don't expect any great shakes (as bea would say ;p). must be the damp weather talking.

anyway, i'm planning to put up a litblog, where i can post poems and narratives (short stories, dialogues, manuscripts etc) since i really wanna start writing again. i miss the feeling of being able to express myself through words that are in themselves, wanting to be expressed and being expressions all at the same time. there's something about poetry that's so personal and soulful, and i want to be able to create something like that again.