Friday, April 16, 2010

Life: A Game

Life: A Game
By: Yeo WenBin

Come up, come on,
choose your difficulty,
easy, medium,
or are you up for a dizzy?
A game gotta have its obstacles,
and if you fail,
there's always a second chance.
keep failing?
It's either game over,
or your difficulty goes up,
way up.
Power-ups?
Sure there are!
Meeting someone
who becomes your best friend,
getting that job you never even applied for.
Ask your friends to play!
There's always party bonus exp!
Not only does it give your life an easier time,
it helps you out with obstacles!
Mini-games are aplenty!
Relationships, Faith, Occupations...
Game over is inevitable,
but I do hope you did set a high score.
A legacy, for people to remember
you by, when you're gone.
(Achievement obtained: Written a poetry!)
(Gamer score: 42)

Sunday, February 14, 2010

All the nice things in the world

All the nice things in the world
By: Yeo WenBin

I wanted,
to get you,
all the nice things,
in the world.


But the sunrises,
couldn't match up,
to your smile,
when you wake up,
in the morning.


The sunsets,
couldn't end,
as beautiful,
as the way you look,
when you sleep.


The streaming rivers,
couldn't flow,
as smooth as your hair,
when you brush it down,
and let it go.


The vast oceans,
and the big blue seas,
couldn't represent,
the amount of love,
I have for you.


So I got you these roses,
and even though,
they couldn't match up,
to my love for you.


I hope I did,
get you,
all the nice things,
in the world.

Friday, June 20, 2008

The Adoption Nanny

The Adoption Nanny
By: Yeo WenBin

And the basket arrives with crying announcements,
more frequent than the milkman with ringing bells.

A woman peers out and takes the basket,
knowing it's content and it's value.

"Probably due to zero" is what she gets,
and yet she struggles to fill the body.

She adds life to the lifeless,
gives hope to the hopeless.

Watching him grow,
nurturing him up.

She saved her grocery money,
so to afford his school fees.

She stayed up late at night,
so as to mend the patch in his shirt.

She rejected a night out with friends,
so she could force him to bed and hear him cry.

The boy was groomed and grew,
as she got worse and weaker.

He went into his tweens,
and the problems came.

but yet she took it in her stride,
to keep on letting him grow.

He wanted a guitar, computer and allowance increase.
"10 bucks is just not enough, can't you give me more!"

And she wanted to see him happy, to let him grow.
another 10 came out of her purse, her birthday money.

She planned to use it to buy a cake and celebrate it herself,
on the night he went out to a date with his girlfriend.

He used it to give his girlfriend a treat,
of popcorn and coke and a fancy dinner.

And she sang a birthday song to herself,
while eating cold tuna from his leftovers.

Just to hear him come home and slam the door,
and scream at her for not giving him enough.

Her birthday wishes came from him soon after,
as he cursed her for the reason his girlfriend broke up with him.

Taking the cold tuna from her,
he threw it on the wall as it splattered.

Splattered like his date,
splattered like her birthday.

She cleaned the blood red stain,
as she tried to cleanse her heart of pain.

None of the visiting people wanted him,
who would want a punk-rocker for a kid?

She asked him to be nicer,
and her thanks was a slap.

Soon, her body could not take it any longer.
She fainted, and he took half an hour to call help.

"Cause I was on the phone with my girlfriend!"
was the excuse he gave to the police.

Was the excuse he gave to her relatives,
was the excuse why she left the world.

The mourning service couldn't find him anywhere,
for he was away celebrating after patching up with his girlfriend.

He looked in the mail,
just to see the will.

And everything was left to him,
"For let this take care of his needs."

He cheered, looked at the amount,
frowned, and tore up the paper.

"Measly 1,000 bucks!"
I can't even survive on a week with that!

But that was her savings from her life,
everything that she had, left to him.

from her first piggy bank,
to her first lunch money.

from her first cent earned,
to the last buck made.

from her birthday money,
to her death service leftover.

He grumbled, went upstairs,
and made preparations to leave.

He was eloping with his girlfriend,
and selling this house.

The house passed down through generations,
and given through lies, deceit and sabotage.

Then, he was gone.
So was she.

So was she.

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Love's Break-up

Love's Break-up
By:Yeo WenBin


It began with a stop, look and stare.
It ended with a walk, run and a train fare.

It was a Love at first sight.
It was a Hate many sights after.

It was a pink world of warmth.
It was a green eye-ed monster of form.

It was the new illusion of happiness.
It was the old tears of sadness.

The Sun never came out of the sea until I saw it with you.
The Sun never sank into the sea until I saw it alone with the tree of yew.

The shooting stars ignitied the same wish deep within us.
The shooting stars fell, dimmed, glowered and died inside it's husk.

The new surge of power gave us the courage to conquer everything.
The new surge powered us to conquer each other's love.

The meaning of Love was never understood by me till I saw you.
The meaning of Loss was now understood as I see you walk away.

You gave me my first-ever kiss.
I gave you my first-ever tears.

You gave me my first-ever valentine gift.
I gave you my first-ever wedding ring.

They say Love is a double-edged sword.
You said we just hit the edge facing us.

They say Cupid's arrow are meant to last.
You said he probably used his last lousy arrow on us.

You gave me a gift before walking away.
I opened it before running away in tears.

Inside was 4 words.
Outside was a world of meaning.

Love.
Break-up.

Marriage.
Divorce.

Monday, January 7, 2008

Wishing wishes

By: Yeo WenBin


When a shooting star streaks past,
will you say you want infinite wishes in a hush?

What if all your wishes came true one day,
will you scream today.

What if you continued wishing,
and yet the wishes kept materializing.

Would you want more?
Money,Women, Eternal Life, so much power till it starts to bore?

The world will change
as your wishes are arranged.

Will you still be content?
or left wanting for more?

Alas, human desire is a sin,
inserted deep into your heart like a pin.

Freedom will belong to you,
as your wishes will never run few.

You will control the very aspect of reality,
of time, space, wormholes and immortality.

The sun will rise from the west,
and the moon from the east.

When the time comes for the world to be liberated,
will you fight your desire, or be always hated?

You will try to ask your conscience,
and yet you would find it was only a fiction of the mind.

Try convincing yourself your wishes are made for happiness,
only to find it corrupted by greed and power-hungriness.

When a shooting star streaks past again,
through the life-less plants and barren land.

What will you wish now?
Something even more dull?

So try to be careful,
for you never know.

When there's magic in the air,
while you are wishing wishes.

Saturday, October 20, 2007

The Test.

The Test
By:Yeo WenBin

It's arriving,
and yet it's leaving.

It's stressful,
and yet it's peaceful.

It's crazy,
and yet it's logical.

It's horrific,
and yet it's beautiful.

We want it to end quickly,
and yet we don't want it to start.

We start sweating our ass off,
but yet we feel the inner voice calming us.

We want to bid it 'good riddance!'
and yet we know it's good for us.

We see the horror of it in front of our eyes,
and yet we see the beauty looming behind it.

So, this is it.

The start of hell.
The end of worrying.

It is here.
Hail.

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

Just That Little Bit

Just that little bit
By:Yeo WenBin

"Hey man, I hope they won't give too much homework today."
"After all, it's going to be the end of may."

That's was all we wanted,
so that we wouldn't be hunted.

And thus the school day began,
with the everlasting hope that homework would be banned.

Elaborate English sparked off the morning,
but still students were sleeping.

"So, class, a comprehension for homework."
"Don't complain, it's just that little bit."

The class cheered
Paper was hurled.

After all, it was just that little bit.

Meticulous Maths calculated up the class next,
The class was in chaos and students mixed.

"Ok, class, one Maths paper for homework."
"No Begging for less! It's just that little bit."

Rulers flew the length of the class,
Brooms swept up all the dust.

After all, it was just that little bit.

Sickening Sciences reacted into the class vigorously,
creating a boom that hit the class quickly.

"CLASS! SHUT UP! A PHYSICS PAPER FOR HOMEWORK!"
"YOU WUSSES STOP COMPLAINING, IT'S JUST THAT LITTLE BIT!"

Vernier calipers scaled the floor,
Students thought he would give more!

Lengthy Literature was the last period of the day,
They wanted the lesson to end quick so they can hit the hay.

"Shakespeare 101 Chapter 14, Page 16 for homework."
"Class? Hello? Anybody listening? It's just that little bit!"

The bell woke up the students faster than a bullet train,
Rushing out of their class, they cheered.

They had homework that was,
Just that little bit.

Returning home, they opened up their bag
"I thought it was just that little bit!?"

Elaborate English sparked off the next morning,
Now, no one was sleeping.

"WHY DIDN'T YOU ALL FINISH YOUR HOMEWORK!"
"IT WAS JUST THAT LITTLE BIT!"