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The Bud That Never Blooms
Bent over expectantly gazing,
Still the humus grants me nothing.
As I thought it was not to be,
A red petal seeks its way up to a frozen me.
Passionate is its touch to send tingles up my spine,
Through the bells affection plays its chime,
Unopened yet a close confidante,
When blossomed never will I again feel distant.
But showers of care will not touch it,
Try to stroke it and lightning lits,
Torrents pounded so viciously I find myself clipped,
Initiative reveals and my fingers shall get pricked.
When all the roses in the field commences bloom,
The one bud stays in the impenetrable gloom.
Even my longing heart could slowly turn into a scythe in hand,
Except for my fading reluctance there is nothing left to defend.
...William.
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It's been a long while. So long that I may have even forgotten myself. In many cases, the existence of one would mean the existence of another. To the same effect, to lose one would be like losing oneself. Always there in body, nowhere to be seen in soul. A chain has been weakening, and the load will not hold on much longer. How long would it be before it breaks? By the time I can decipher the answer to this encrypted inamorata, the only remains of my heart will be left in the wake of gentle waves.
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I can see that I've not been paying much attention to this blog. Just as well, anyway. I can still remember a time back in Primary 6, when all of my friends used to have blogs, leaving the obstinate me to my own devices. My mindset at that time was: I don't wish to tell people about my life, the life is mine to lead, and mine to keep. Posting every single thing that happen today or tomorrow would be just an act of clamouring for attention.
Of course, divinity aside, that was back in P6. By the time I stepped into secondary school life, I had created a blog back in Secondary 1, but abandoned it 3 months later, due to the same reason. Now, in Upper Secondary, once again I to be finding distaste in putting my life on the display stage. Old habits die hard.
Not saying I'm a self-declared antisocial, just that I'll only be making occasional posts from now on. And they won't be about my daily life, even I myself find them too boring, how can I subject my readers to blind themselves on them?
Perhaps a new poem once in a while, or some special event that happened. It's going to be harder because I now have another website to attend to, the school's e-newsletter site.
Being the newly appointed Chief Editor of that site may not turn out to be as easy as I thought. Writing articles elaborating upon happenings in school may sound simple, but it's more than just regurgitating what I saw in terms of facts, facts, and more facts. Yes, I do write often, and I do have confidence in my writing, but if my articles were to come under scrutiny of the teaching staff, then I'll have to put in a lot more time and effort to ensure quality. Which means I'll have to pump more colour to my language.
Yes, so now I'll need to get back to the school's e-newsletter. Busy, busy...
By the way, while I'm at it, kind and supportive students of EVG Sec, please do take the time to read the e-newsletter of our school @ http://evg-vibes.blogspot.com/
I may not have anything posted on it right now, but I'll have to put some articles up soon. Thank you all so much.
