Little Teddy

A short poem to show my gratitude.

Mine is purple, yours is blue.
A small gift to help me think of you.

Not-so-perfect they may seem,
But what matters most is the sincerity.

They may be very far apart,
But they invariably connect our hearts.

Reminds me of you whenever I see it,
Makes me smile whenever I touch it.

Hope you also feel the same way,
Think of me when you see yours everyday.

Just a simple act of giving,
Yet it carries a lot of meanings.

Sincerity, gratitude, or simply a souvenir,
Whatever it is, it has indeed brought us closer.

Thinking of you, thinking of me,
Remember this whenever you sneeze.

Whenever we're feeling down,
Bear in mind, because little Teddy will always be around.

Whenever we are happy,
Just remember to share it with little Teddy.

Rest assured, this will be a gift I will keep forever.
Because it never fail to remind me of those times we had together.

Little Teddy in purple, little Teddy in blue,
Whispering softly, "How are you?"

First Time

A poem partly inspired by a song by Lifehouse of the same title.

I'd been feeling down lately. Because I was still haunted by that incident. You saw me, looking like a dead body. I saw you, surprised at what you see. When I saw you cute bubbly face, For the first time since a long time ago, I smiled unknowingly, you know? Without any obvious reasons, though. When I went shopping with you, For the first time in my life, I didn't know what I was going through, And I know it may be a big disappointment for you. Remember that time when you were gone To a place outside of the town? For the first time I felt very alone. Like I said before, strange as it may sound. Time flies so fast when you're having fun, We lost contact for about 6 months. I always thought you'd long forgotten me. I thought wrong, it seemed. That day we went to watch movie For the first time I feel happy. It's been a long time Since I last smiled, So happily, I grinned from ear to ear, You could just wish My face would stuck like that forever! The first time I saw you through webcam, Once again, the feeling of happiness came. Do you realize the picture of your bubbly face Came in just about the right time? Because your face was like an antidote A cure for those troubles I've been thinking of. Because of you, I'm feeling alive. Because of you, I'm living my life All over again, for the first time. You suggested I change a theme, And now I've written, accordingly. This may not be as good as it may seems, But this one is for you, Shir Ley.

Friend - ship

It's been a long time since I last wrote a poem of this theme.

There once was a ship. A very large ship, indeed. But this liner was atypical. It was different from others. The sail was made of "trust". The greater the "trust", The longer its journey would last. The deck was made of "understanding". Because the deck was the foundation of all ships. Without it, they wouldn't be termed as ships. The wheel was made of "dedication". As it determined the direction, Which was its main function. The anchor was made of "conflict". For it's better not to have it, As it would made the journey halt eventually. Let "the end" be a place on land. So that the ship would never reach "the end", So that its journey would continue without an end. Let "argument" be the rough sea. As it would slow down the journey, And a smooth journey began with calm sea. And let "contact" be the wind. For without "contact", without wind, The journey of the ship would never begin. The ship still sails, Even til today. Because as long as I'm here, and you're there, However long it will stay. It is not an ordinary ship. And its name will explain it. It bears a name that none other ships have, A ship given by the name "Friend-ship".

A Big Thank You

For you, Shir Ley.

Another poem for you, A whole new things to tell you. 'coz writing poem is all I can do To express my thoughts to you. After all I've done to you, Those poems that I've written; Those troubles that I've listened, I never wish for you to repay. I have always been a sincere friend, Like what you say I am. I treat friends like they're part of me, But never ask for them to remember me. Because to me, I feel like I am just a "passer-by" in their life. Nothing special, nothing worth to remember. I just ask for them to remember what I've done. Yeah, and that's all I want. Though I have troubles of my own, I never refuse to help friends that I've known. Because if I were not to change the world, Maybe I will just listen to other people. So that they feel comfortable; So that they'll have one less trouble. Now that you say you're happy To have a friend like me. You know how I feel When I first read it? Delighted, joyful, Pleased, Blissful. Indescribable feelings. I am glad to hear you say that. Glad... very glad. For no one has ever expressed their gratitude To me through words or speech. Therefore, please allow me to give you A BIG, BIG THANK YOU...

Do You Know

A poem inspired by a song by Enrique Iglesias of the same title.

Do you know what it feels like? To avoid you every time I see you, Given that I can meet you every time I go to school? I don't dare to make eye contact with you, Nor I have the gut to talk to you. Friends have been making fun of me, But I just laugh along and try to ignore it. It's just that they just haven't realize that, The friendship between us has almost severed. You never want to contact me anymore, do you? No calls like last time, no SMS like what we used to do. I have always wanted to ask you, How's life after what we've been through? Do you know what it feels like? Trying to ignore what my friends have been saying, Pretending that nothing has ever happened between you and me? But somehow, I have to keep on pretending, For the sake of you and me. I don't look at you anymore. Happy, sad, angry or laughing, I don't know. You told me to leave you alone, And without protesting, I will try to play along. How's life nowadays? Still feeling down like you told me that day? Or are you feeling happier now when I'm away? Or have you found a better way? Or are you thinking everyday? Just like me? There's so much I wanted to say. I just can't explain it in a simpler way. I've been thinking, even while I'm having fun, How can I make amends for what I've done? Do you know what it feels like? To have a relationship between us, That ends with both of us behave like strangers? Do you know what it feels like? To change from friends to strangers, All because of a simple act of foolishness? Do you know what it feels like? Of being me?

A Story about A Story

A story inspired by a story. (By my friend)

I may be very quiet, But deep inside my heart, I feel a jerk. Something I've been keeping for so long, Is struggling to get out of this "doorless home". Maybe now is the time I set it free, Maybe, just maybe. But I have promised my friend, Not to tell anybody again. So, let me tell you a story instead, Which may not sound very clearly. Because I can't be too detailed. It all begins with this... A simple act of friendship. He gave her a present on her birthday, Without realizing what the consequences may be. It was just a simple act of giving, But it had caused a whole lot of troubles. Friends started to spread the rumour, Friends started to tease them. They felt very embarrassed, very... And he felt guilty. He thought he was the main reason, Why they kept a distance. It was not until the following year, They were transfered to the same college. He thought it was fate, That bound them together for another 2 years. He thought he was lucky, But he was thinking too much. Way too much... Finally he decided to tell her his feelings, But the result wasn't what he used to think. It got much more complicated, With him thinking even more than ever. He thought of those things he'd done; He thought of those pain he'd caused; He tried to ask himself once, Was he making her suffered, Just because he didn't think before he acted? In a period of time, they lost contact. No calls, no SMS, no chat. She told him to wait and to keep on waiting, For the time to settle this whole scenario of misunderstanding. He didn't utter a word, not even one. He just waited eagerly for the time to come. Days gone by, Weeks flew by. Even now, almost a month later, He's still waiting for her. Somehow, he seems like he's actually waiting for himself, To accept the stark fact, To accept the cold hard fact. Maybe, just maybe... Maybe one day, he'll realize. Realize that the answer will never be what he liked. Realize that, It's time to let go of the past, and to move on in life... And thus the story ends, With the ending still on hold. Promise me, don't spread it again, This little story I've been keeping for so long.

How Long Has It Been

A poem for her.

How long has it been, Since the last time you contacted me? Since the last time I explained to you? Since the last time we got so mad at each other? The answer, it seems, Very clear, like the sky. Yet, I still think I don't know, The truth I've been chasing all along. Somehow, I feel like you were just kidding, That the true answer is not what it seems to be. Hence, I've been waiting, Waiting for you to call me. Waiting to be free... Days gone by, and I still don't know why Why you don't mind me anymore; Why you just leave all the problems behind; Although I know it all along, That the problem lies within me. How long has it been, Since the last time we talked? I still remember, How we used to be friends, How we used to be avoiding each other, Each time we meet eye to eye. But now, those things have become history. No more like friends; No more avoiding each other; Instead, We act like we don't even know each other; We act like we have never met before; We act like strangers; Friends? No more... Just want to remind you, How long has it been? Now the answer is one month, But soon it will be two, And keep adding up. I know, you won't even know I wrote this, But I just can't stand it anymore. Maybe you were right. Maybe we should get back to what we were like; Maybe it's best we continue to be like this; And hope that we can forget those memories...

For you, my friend

Second poem for my friend.

For you, my friend. A poem just for you, again. There's nothing I can do to you, Except express through poem how I feel. For you, my friend. You are indeed a special friend. We never meet, face to face, For six months, to be exact, But you still regard me as best pal, And that has actually made me feel poignant, No, not for a while... For you, my friend. A second poem that I promised; Another poem to show how much you meant to me. There were times I was feeling down, And you were always around, To help me up, And to vanish my frown. For you, my friend. Because I think I haven't done enough to you. Because you treat me too well. A treatment that seems too much for an ordinary friend. Too well that I could have just broke down and cry. For you, my friend. To show my gratitude to you, For regarding me as a great friend. Sometimes I felt like you have forgotten me, In the way how we lost contact for a while. But in the end, I realize, Those thoughts are merely a figment of my imagination. All because I have been thinking too much. For you, my friend. Written just to thank you. Written just for you. Written just to show you How I am such a fool. To think that you have forgotten me, To think that I am just a droplet Among the pouring rain. Never will I think that way again. Just for you, my friend...