A few poems...

Well I haven't been updating the blog but I sure have been going to facebook frequently :P

Apples

Apples falling, a-falling,
Brightly.
A dawn in a
Sad summer's day.

Children reaching, a-reaching,
Trying.
Trying their best to
Capture a reward.

I stood there,
Reaching,
I am trying, a-trying
But the rest beat me to it.

Summer was fading, a-fading.
Winter.
The children ate their apples,
As I sit there,
Crying, a-crying.

Eugene Koh

Shadows

I reach about shadows
looking at me in disdain.
I run forward, not
knowing if the end is behind me.

I reach about the shadows
as she seems calm
with furor.
She hits her fists with playful
rage on the surrounding mists.

I run about the shadows
and cry as with each I
barely touch and fade
with a hiss.

I run about another one
as she yearns
away from me,
yet I run forward, not
knowing if the end is behind me.

Eugene Koh

Not the Usual

We can sit
and stare at each other.
We know what is going
through.

We can chat
and get five bottles of beer.
And drown, drown, drown,
In merriment topped with sadness.

We can blast the music
And clear our throats.
We can sing out loud
and shout us hoarse.

We can put "Chi Vuole Essere Fabri Fibra"
And think of us as drunken rap stars.
We can lead ourselves away in a jet,
Playing that ever lethal Russian Roulette.

Yet we can only be soft and cry,
And imagine the things we write.
Yet still we mourn over our "hers"
And we can't do what's not the usual.

Eugene Koh

Wind

I write towards the wind
listening
to its direction.

I waver in its presence, as I
bravely put my trembling
limbs across the paper.

I love the sound of the
rustles the bushes
roar.

Yet as I look above, a plane
perhaps containing my dreams,
soar.

Eugene Koh

Pooh

Hi, How do you do?
Nice to meet you and
Who are you?
A bear named Pooh?

A quaint name
for a nice toy
Gazing out of your
beaded eyes.

You sit around?
You stare all day?
Well, you bring others
joy. Which I never may.

But is it not sad to be put
away in a lonely corner
Gazing out of your
beaded eyes?

That smile how well they
conceal that tears that
well up, crystallized in
those beaded eyes?

I know your pain and
suffering, locked in a corner.
But you only gaze,
And I can cry.

Eugene Koh

Ivory Tower

Sighs in contempt
as the tower looms above me
I shake my fists in anger
but no one listens, listens to me.

Then I cry out,
I beg for entrance into
the secret, sacred, dark world.
Yet they lock the doors on me.

I shake, I bang, I kick the doors,
They waver a little but not for long.
I stood there crying at my tried fists,
While above me I hear a hiss.

A tower of ivory,
Beautiful and useless.
We can mock and scorn,
Yet we still on the doors, knock.

Eugene Koh

Rain on the Tai Hu

The windmill creaks
of gloom as I walk towards
the ice-cold statue.
I speak to it and
it responds not
I listen to it and
it speaks not
I try to talk sense
But she wouldn't listen.

And yet she gazes and
whispers to me "listen,
to the rain on the lake"

Eugene Koh

Living in a Glass Jar

My hearty laughs echoes in
Black black death.
I sing out with mirth in
A place full of desolation.
I am happy, with truth
Much happy.
But all around I see
Corpses of the living dead
the sobs of
close ones blasts
around my ears.
I reach around hoping
my life they would feel,
experience.
But yet they stand still
sobbing, asking for help.
As I could only stare
and laugh
in a glass jar.

Eugene Koh