An Unfinished Poem I once made for you

In front of my house there's a tree,

forever alone just like me

there's not a day gone by,

when tree haven't wonder at the sky,

what is another tree doing on the other side

everyday a leaf in the wind it glides

with the hope of it will fly

over to the other side of the sky

when both leaf meet each other and collide

just like the lonely tree,

gazing everyday in the sky I see

wondering how a guy like me

will met a wonderful being such like thee

you came to me in the blue

with hair so nice and smooth

Now a vow, I made to you,

forever my love to you will be true

Like glue I will always be with you,

Until all our life is through

forever I'll be loving you

- By Mr. Khor -

Untitle

put aside my complicated mind,

who am I?

No one but a child who's blind,

simple and yet hard to define,

do not think of me as a man so kind,

my kind figure is but my disguise,

for upon tested my accumulated wrath shall arise

women are nothing but vampires,

they deceive your mind and suck your blood dry

before you realize you're already dead on roadside,

never believe in their lies and fantasies,

often they spoke of faithfulness and loyalty

but this they can't do is the cruelty

- By Mr. Khor - 

Fragments from Shakespeare

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind.

And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

Nor hath Love’s mind of any judgment taste—

Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste.

And therefore is Love said to be a child,

Because in choice he is so oft beguiled.

As waggish boys in game themselves forswear,

So the boy Love is perjured everywhere

My only love sprung from my only hate!

Too early seen unknown, and known too late!

Prodigious birth of love it is to me,

That I must love a loathed enemy

All that glitters is not gold;

Often have you heard that told:

Many a man his life hath sold

But my outside to behold:

Gilded tombs do worms enfold

If you love and get hurt, love more.

If you love more and hurt more, love even more.

If you love even more and get hurt even more, love some more until it hurts no more

-Shakespeare-

七夕是今朝

七夕是今宵
万里路遥遥
来到喜鹊桥
只盼暮与朝

七夕是今宵
九霄无鹊桥
牛郎等织女
等到何时了

银河路遥遥
无缘暮与朝
鹊桥横渺渺
牛郎独寂寥

多想没今朝
忘却任萧遥
不渡喜鹊桥
只渡奈何桥

心碎万千条
心痛何时了

- By Mr. Khor -