broken hearts, whispers, poems, crisis and fears

I am beginning to feel the guilt of my previous aspirations in high school to be a writer. You see, before, I used to think of something beguiling to put in my blog. I would really think of some inspired topic so that visitors of my erstwhile blog would delight themselves with my write ups. [Check my nene blog: http://ria_fae.blogs.friendster.com/riyah/] But now, I noticed my blog is bursting with narcissism. I think I have to reassess my blog again. Heehee. Here’s a clip from my previous blog when I was still writing poems:

Moonlight Whispers

Deep inside my senses

A lonesome feeling starts to build its nest

With all my melancholic memories

Which is building up my chronic worries.

I don’t know how I’ve gotten this feeling,

A feeling that is anyhow bittering.

Which wakes my senses during evenings,

Awaiting dusk and the very morning.

We’ve crossed paths not just once,

We’ve exchanged laughter, and everything nice.

But why am I so alone

When teardrops have already grown?

Am I experiencing unfair justice?

Or was it already in the prophecies?

For myself to be unhappy,

Without glee and just plain pity.

Am I having these moonlight whispers again?

Random thought from a book I’ve read before:

*Do you realize the word “men” is at the start of words like “menace”, “mental” and “menial”? And when spelled backwards (for this is what most men are like, anyway) they form half of “enemy” and “nemesis”?

Isn’t it so true? Now I know better. But doesn’t it feel so empty without that stupid three-letter-monster-who-breaks-fragile-hearts?