I hate Silence... Oh ya, and People Ignoring Me outta go flush themselves off the toilet bowl...

I hate Silence...

Hmmmnnn...
Let me correct that...

I hate it when there's people around you, and yet they don't make any sound or attempt any conversation...

Sure, I don't mind silence when there's nobody around me, otherwise it'll be freaky to hear so many unidentified sounds...

But I don't like it when a group of people get together and yet everyone keeps quiet, doing their own stuff...
Then what is the point of getting together??

Take for example:

An MSN conversation with more than 10 people in it...
Sure, it was kinda busy in the earlier part of the chat,
but as the night wore on, it just stopped, completely...

Just imagine:

A: blah blah blah
B: bah bah bah
C: lah lah lah
D: mah mah mah
Me: sha la la la...
-----Silence-----
(for at least 5 minutes)
Me: hello?? hello??
-----Silence-----
Me: eh?? why all dead people??
-----Silence-----

(-___-;)

I'm the kind of person who cannot tahan this kind of scenerio...
All of them are ignoring me!!!
Ehhh... Maybe I should change the title to "I hate people Ignoring Me"

And since I cannot take it when things are too quiet or when people are ignoring me,
I shall become Attention-Grabbing!!!
Hence the poem...

(This is the Uncensored Part...
Initially, I cut off alot when I type it in MSN as it was kinda intimate, but heck, who reads my blog but myself??)


-----Yearnings-----

The sun sets across the darken sky...
It's last few rays lingering...
My fingers ache for the touch of you...
The desire never waning...

The warmth of your body...
The smell of your scent...
The memory of it all...
Makes me hungers for more...

Wishing and hoping...
Upon all moon and stars...
That my knight of my heart...
Embrace me at last...

The sun rises across the lighten sky...
It's first few rays shimmering...
I give my last of strength...
As the prove of my yearning...


Nice??
My creation...

Here's another one which I have create very impromptu...
On the spot, just like that...
Really fits the situation...

-----Quietude-----

The night creeps on,
Like a wolf on hunt.
It's prey moves slowly,
But not without sound.

In the midst of people,
Myself I am not.
I am lost for now,
Drowned by silence.

In the sweet solace I seek,
But none that I've found.
Woe becomes of me,
In this graveyard of sound...


Har har, impressed??
In fact, I'm amazed myself...
Very seldom do I came up with the likes of such...
It usually takes me a far longer time to think of a poem, edit it, and then edit some more...

Maybe I'm just in the mood...
Like the time when I'm in the mood for drawing, all my pictures came out great...

Wonder what's my mood's up for next??