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Saturday, September 5, 2009
It's been a long time since I wrote a poem, never did I expect my next inspiration to come from...
The Sniper...
High upon the cliff his steady hands move,
Scope tracking the pitiful man's head.
He has his objectives and he's not aloof,
Trigger pulls and out bursts a fountain of red.
The powerful predator repositions himself,
His watchful eye missing no detail,
Adrenaline rushing with no sense of self.
That bullet inside the chamber kills without fail.
He reacquires his unfortunate target,
The sniper grins in satisfaction,
This shot will no doubt find another dead,
Wounds tearing open like incisions.
Base camp breaks out in chaos,
Invaded by an unknown source.
Their last breath may come at any moment,
Not even a second for them to be coherent.
A good buddy behind falls,
Turning back would be your survival's gall.
What is there to do,
When your matchmaker with the Grim Reaper is no fool,
Comes in a form so hidden, lethal, and cool?
~The "Trigger pulls"...
It occurred to me quite unexpectedly that I would've actually thought of these will playing the jungle warfare FPS, Far Cry 2. Comfortable in my little cubbyhole hiding place, sniping away at people didn't look all that hard. Then I began see the chaos on the other side, people were screaming once a person goes down, and anyone who stopped to check were popped at as well. It's hard, when people around you are all dying and not a single one of you can tell where the killer is apart from hearing the direction of the gunshot sounds.
Must a 'sniper' always be in the form of a gun and a bullet? How about other less distinct weapons? Most people only discover that they have cancer at a very late stage, and at this time, the reticle is already aimed, bullet already loaded. Such unexpected deaths are often the most saddening, with the most potential to down people into despair.
Nobody likes backstabbers, friends that betray you without your knowledge are as good as merciless snipers who 'kill' you from behind anonymity. It happens sometimes that when you trust a person so much, what you don't know is that he already has his gun aiming towards you. Before you know it... blackout.
'Snipers' may not have to be sinister people, people who mean well for you still can hurt you unknowingly. The behaviour they display, the look in their eyes, the waves of emotions in their words, all tells you that they are reluctant to hurt you, but they are not spared a second option...
Thunder in a blue sky
A black streak races across the rippling blue,
As unexpected as an abrupt thunderstorm.
Leaves fall as an abysmal gale strikes,
Crippling them in a flurry against the ground.
Little creatures scatter in panic, unable to organise themselves.
Oceans surge in defiance against the heavens,
Toppling whatever is available to purge.
As the banshees soar across the sky like demons,
Everything below the clouds cower in fright.
The booming thunder resonates throughout the valley,
Signalling catastrophic usurption of the flowing blue in the sky.
What appears to be a normal day,
Of Love, Happiness, and... just seeing you.
All fades away,
When you said that the love I thought was there never existed,
My emotions were like the disastrous works of nature.
The leaves, are my dreams.
The oceans, my tears.
The winds, my fears.
~The storms will eventually stop, but then it'll all be too late.
The one you love most could very well be the one to hurt you the deepest.
()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()
Pessimistic stuff over, let's talk about the events of the week. Generally, with Tuesday already striked off my calender as Teachers' Day, the week was quite relaxed. Just a few stray tests left over from the Common Test week. I recently just learnt that there is going to be an Oral Speaking component for EOY exams, both English and Mother Tongue. Gosh, facing a teacher less than a metre away is never easy.
Now that the holidays have started, I feel as if my prison sentence has started as well. Homework is most likely going to keep me glued to my study desk most of the time. These teachers give out homework as if paper is free...
When the teachers tell us to take some time off to relax, the intonation of their 'relax' seems to suggest the coming week won't be relaxing at all, ditto for the days after Sep. holidays.
Well, sometimes I look at my wardrobe and I crinch at the fact that it is very poorly filled. I think I really need some new clothes, but a guy rarely finds the time to go shopping. Even the word 'shopping' can make me flinch, sigh. Moreover, it's hard for me to buy clothes because I'm very picky, I only wear singlets, shorts, and slippers. Did I forget undergarments? No, I didn't...er-hem. Hmm. Doesn't sound like me, forget it.
As for now, it's back to reading novels, writing poems, fitness training, and doing homework.
"If I'm a thief, I'll be the thief that stole your heart."
The Sniper...
High upon the cliff his steady hands move,
Scope tracking the pitiful man's head.
He has his objectives and he's not aloof,
Trigger pulls and out bursts a fountain of red.
The powerful predator repositions himself,
His watchful eye missing no detail,
Adrenaline rushing with no sense of self.
That bullet inside the chamber kills without fail.
He reacquires his unfortunate target,
The sniper grins in satisfaction,
This shot will no doubt find another dead,
Wounds tearing open like incisions.
Base camp breaks out in chaos,
Invaded by an unknown source.
Their last breath may come at any moment,
Not even a second for them to be coherent.
A good buddy behind falls,
Turning back would be your survival's gall.
What is there to do,
When your matchmaker with the Grim Reaper is no fool,
Comes in a form so hidden, lethal, and cool?
~The "Trigger pulls"...
It occurred to me quite unexpectedly that I would've actually thought of these will playing the jungle warfare FPS, Far Cry 2. Comfortable in my little cubbyhole hiding place, sniping away at people didn't look all that hard. Then I began see the chaos on the other side, people were screaming once a person goes down, and anyone who stopped to check were popped at as well. It's hard, when people around you are all dying and not a single one of you can tell where the killer is apart from hearing the direction of the gunshot sounds.
Must a 'sniper' always be in the form of a gun and a bullet? How about other less distinct weapons? Most people only discover that they have cancer at a very late stage, and at this time, the reticle is already aimed, bullet already loaded. Such unexpected deaths are often the most saddening, with the most potential to down people into despair.
Nobody likes backstabbers, friends that betray you without your knowledge are as good as merciless snipers who 'kill' you from behind anonymity. It happens sometimes that when you trust a person so much, what you don't know is that he already has his gun aiming towards you. Before you know it... blackout.
'Snipers' may not have to be sinister people, people who mean well for you still can hurt you unknowingly. The behaviour they display, the look in their eyes, the waves of emotions in their words, all tells you that they are reluctant to hurt you, but they are not spared a second option...
Thunder in a blue sky
A black streak races across the rippling blue,
As unexpected as an abrupt thunderstorm.
Leaves fall as an abysmal gale strikes,
Crippling them in a flurry against the ground.
Little creatures scatter in panic, unable to organise themselves.
Oceans surge in defiance against the heavens,
Toppling whatever is available to purge.
As the banshees soar across the sky like demons,
Everything below the clouds cower in fright.
The booming thunder resonates throughout the valley,
Signalling catastrophic usurption of the flowing blue in the sky.
What appears to be a normal day,
Of Love, Happiness, and... just seeing you.
All fades away,
When you said that the love I thought was there never existed,
My emotions were like the disastrous works of nature.
The leaves, are my dreams.
The oceans, my tears.
The winds, my fears.
~The storms will eventually stop, but then it'll all be too late.
The one you love most could very well be the one to hurt you the deepest.
()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()
Pessimistic stuff over, let's talk about the events of the week. Generally, with Tuesday already striked off my calender as Teachers' Day, the week was quite relaxed. Just a few stray tests left over from the Common Test week. I recently just learnt that there is going to be an Oral Speaking component for EOY exams, both English and Mother Tongue. Gosh, facing a teacher less than a metre away is never easy.
Now that the holidays have started, I feel as if my prison sentence has started as well. Homework is most likely going to keep me glued to my study desk most of the time. These teachers give out homework as if paper is free...
When the teachers tell us to take some time off to relax, the intonation of their 'relax' seems to suggest the coming week won't be relaxing at all, ditto for the days after Sep. holidays.
Well, sometimes I look at my wardrobe and I crinch at the fact that it is very poorly filled. I think I really need some new clothes, but a guy rarely finds the time to go shopping. Even the word 'shopping' can make me flinch, sigh. Moreover, it's hard for me to buy clothes because I'm very picky, I only wear singlets, shorts, and slippers. Did I forget undergarments? No, I didn't...er-hem. Hmm. Doesn't sound like me, forget it.
As for now, it's back to reading novels, writing poems, fitness training, and doing homework.
"If I'm a thief, I'll be the thief that stole your heart."
