Misunderstood

Thursday, December 29, 2005

-Voo doo-

She looked at both of them, 'him' and 'her'.
Their eyes no shame, nor gleam, nor tear.
Heartbroken, anger and misery led,
She tried to rub the tension out of her head.
Her thoughts floated her 4 months back
to the days 'him' said 'i love you' and ment that.
to the days where 'her' hadn't been such a bitch
But now she was just full of shit.
They almost always went out togther.
Sunny days and rainy weather.
'she' knew how much 'he' ment to her,
'he' didn't know where his feelings were.
she knew what was happening but all she could do was try.
But then came that fateful day 19th July.
That was when it happened, 'he'
took 'her' by the hand and said-"love me".

That was it right there. that was when,
Her insides twisted and knotted and then....
it choked her till it was hard to breathe,
She wiped those tears of hers on her sleeve.

She grabbed the nail's next to her, pierced them inside-
'Him' and 'her', showed no emotion nor cried.
she stabbed them continously, cut off their arms.
But 'him' and 'her' just smiled with all of their charms.

Then she stopped.....
Looked at them with her tear stained face.
They just looked back at her,
Not a hint of disgrace.

Then slowy one by one, she took out the nails.
Sew back their arms and then took her own pills.
She set fire to them outside on her lawn,
That was it. her hatred.
Gone.

She washed her face. greif no more.
She threw her towel onto the floor.

"That's it" she said. expressions Bare.
"Forgiveness is the hardest, i swear..."

-by katz

for sallie who loved someone so much she'd die.
Everything's gonna be alright babe, you'll see.

Kath @ 4:58 PM | comment link here

Wednesday, December 28, 2005

-A boy in Vietnam-

Let him dance.
The world's not ended yet.
The sun's warm,
trees are green.
Vast blue skies, all that!

Grandma hasn't finished knitting
her 99th sweater.
Some cancer patients,
are getting better-
each day : )

My dog's still chewing on
His christmas bone.
We'll pray for the children
Who don't have a home.
(we're lucky you know)

Some guy from chilli,
just got a univesity degree.
There still are so many,
Different shapes of clouds to see!

A couple just got married
in new dehli
Children have hopes and
dreams to live really...

You still haven't seen your
last Rainbow yet.
Daniel next door just finished
building his train set.
(it's very nice...)

If you haven't told someone-
you love him or her, Now's your chance!
(Chance's don't come along twice for some)
The world's not ended.
So for now in the rain, let me dance.
(along next to the boy in vietnam)

-by katz

Kath @ 9:41 AM | comment link here

Sunday, December 25, 2005

-Watch you pass me by-

Hey,
long time no see...
You're taller now and look awesome in that tie-less suit.

Yes,
I have thought about you.
You, your chocolate and skate-shoes.
Non stop actually, but I've been too scared to fight for you back.

Mistake?
Too much of a mistake, It definately was.
I've cried before countless times, don't make me do it again.

But,
I'm looking at you now.
Your hair's different, you smile different.
I've gotta admit i'm afraid, don't wanna let you slip away again.

But i've got to.

You can't be,
the boy i kissed the summer before last is gone.
there's a new twinkle in your eye now, you've become a man.

It's come,
Back again. Not surprising really.
But you just hit me harder then a day after that summer.
Should i try? Should i not?
I hurt you before.... Never want to hurt you again.
I blew it before. so is that it?

True,
You wrote me a letter.
Do you still mean what you wrote before?

I did,
I'll just pass you, with tears in these eyes.
and just for you I'll hide it inside.
Because i don't wanna hurt you again.
like i did before.
Keep that smile, it does wonders to me.
It makes me hurt so much I'd really rather die.

Hey,
I'll do it for you.
I'll pass you by with teary eyes.
But for what it's worth, i really did.

Really did, still really do
Love you...

-katz
It's free verse, in case you were wondering

Kath @ 5:52 PM | comment link here

Saturday, December 24, 2005

From black revolver

Kath @ 12:28 PM | comment link here

-Christmas-

It never snows in singapore, bummer.

My mother and I twined a 25 foot long lights thing around a 5 foot long christmas wreath with acorns and white stuff. Now it just looks like a Lights thing.

There's a house across the street that put lights on their huge christmas tree outside their house. But took it out when the tree nearly caught fire due to the rain.

My mother and I put the crib of jesus christ, almightly God and saviour in our fish tank. Mother wanted to fill it up with water and buy Angel fish to swim around in it. But i just screamed.

Kevin won't be home for christmas, He'll be in some wonderful far away place with hot air stewardesses.

My mother is making me wear a maternity dress look a-like to christmas mass. It's blue and frilly.

Mother helped me clean my room for christmas. Now i can see the floor. It's brown and parquet.

I couldn't find any wrapping paper for everyone's presents so i used paper bags and newspaper.

I spent christmas eve lunch eating tuna sandwiches.

That's my christmas so far.

Have fun you guys! and happy holidays!

-katz

Kath @ 9:51 AM | comment link here

Tuesday, December 20, 2005

Blah.....

adam. says:
its a poem?

adam. says:
your poems are deep thats for sure which shows alot of deep thought is concerned

katz* and i swear that i will never love again says:
It's about how one is safe when she's never tasted love.
The romantic sort of love.
It's about how she's unvulnarable to hurt, pain, anger.
Because love is heroin and once you've tasted it, You'll just crave it.
However, the state she's in is a safehold of thorns as she doesn't know it.
doesn't know what it feels like. She doesn't know the beauty of love as love itself and only hear of it.
those are the two sides to my poem.
The second part.

If you are loved indeed(and you don't love the other person back), think deeply
Of the suffering your kiss will bring(as kissing is a sign of love and if you do it to the person who loves you without meaning it, the other person would just crush to know the truth).
If you ARE love(But you pretend you DOn't love the one you do as you you say you don't like him/her or stuff like that), hum softly.
The song of guilt you have to sing. (You'll always just live in regret of not knowing what it would be like if you indeed did show your true feelings for the other person...)

katz* and i swear that i will never love again says:
Do you get it?

adam. says:
well thought of=)

adam. says:
well if your happy

adam. says:
then so m i

adam. says:
=) hahah

adam. says:
ooh you gotta see this!

adam. says:
adam. invited you to start Webcam, which requires the latest version of MSN Messenger. You can install the latest version at http://g.msn.com/5meen_us/122.

adam. says:
ahh man

adam. says:
I GOT A PONYTAIL!

adam. says:
YOU SHLD SSEEEEEEEEEE!

.........................................I give up.

But don't Get him wrong. Addy/Adam's a lovely person who teaches stupid-pathetic-lil-o'l-me to be optimistic. One of the few boys nowadays i wouldn't mind marrying without a pre-nup. He's my happy pill : )

And you there better not jump to conclusions Coz Boys can be good friends too.

Kath @ 10:43 PM | comment link here

-Thorn Rose-

Deep within the womb of sleep,
her innocence and beauty she surrenders
to no one; life breathes unhurrid
in a peaceful dethlessness;
and who is free as in seclusion
where none can fall or weep
because of her, whose enchantment keeps her
involate, in that safehold of thorns
her fate conjures?
then do not summon her
from that state where she will not
do wrong, grow old, taste greif, face fear-
nothing can make her
nothing can wake her
except,
One thing.

except one thing.....................

If you love indeed, think deeply
of the suffering your kiss will bring.
If you are loved indeed, hum softly
the song of guilt you have yet to sing.

Have a lovely christmas. Peace.

Kath @ 10:01 PM | comment link here

Monday, December 12, 2005

The only way to take sorrow out of death is to take love out of life.

This is my last of being me.

Kath @ 8:04 PM | comment link here

Valun --- (rough home recording)
by Nick Goldston

Life's trickling by, and i'm still screamingfor help, and i'm still dreaming about youand ive been thinkin of us too, the sunnydays were long on the beach of the shorewhen i got what i wanted and still beggingfor more, so burry me, with you and all your fearsso now i confess with last tears,your still a blast after nine years.And I swear-------------i was made for thisthat i will never love again that she will stay firm as my friend that i will never tell a lie cause just one more and thats goodbyeAnd its rare--------------to find a place like thisthat i will never love again that she will stay firm as my friend that i will never tell a lie cause just one more and thats goodbyethe perfume you wore made you last so long(i'll see you)so here i am contradicting myself again(very soon)they way you moved, the way you proved, the way i still look back at then and wonder why i never sparked the flameso now i confess with last tears,your still a blast after nine years.And I swear-------------i was made for thisthat i will never love again that she will stay firm as my friend that i will never tell a lie cause just one more and thats goodbyeAnd its rare--------------to find a place like thisthat i will never love again that she will stay firm as my friend that i will never tell a lie cause just one more and thats goodbyesee you next yearAnd I swear-------------i was made for thisAnd its rare--------------to find a place like thisthat i will never love again that she will stay firm as my friend that i will never tell a lie cause just one more and thats goodbye.

The chrous is a bit messy but it's still good for a home recording.

Other good songs by him include.
Goodbye
Bright skies (the point of the song is pretty dumb and the chrous lyrics are even worse. Listen to the verses.)
Ludo

But for all you dude's and dudettes who hate the john mayer style.
despise Indie. emo or acoustic
or are racist towards ppl for Long island NY.

Then don't bother.

http://www.purevolume.com/ducttape

Kath @ 10:23 AM | comment link here

Thursday, December 08, 2005

i just learnt a new word thanks to charles chander. 'mungen'. Blah. Shoot me for being exposed to such nonsense.

Kath @ 11:48 AM | comment link here

Saturday, December 03, 2005

French words on the mantelpiece

It's just another day,
My sunlight's shinning bright.
He's leaving again,
but it's not for the first time.

It's just another day,
milk spilt on the carpet.
She left once more,
She didn't say goodbye.

But she's crying on his doorstep,
I don't know why.

Does she wanna go?
Does he wanna come back?
let's blame all these stupid thing's called regret.

Pretty fireworks in the sky,
It's the fourth of july.
She'll stand alone,
till the rain falls and cover's her toes.

Now he's got some new girl,
But she doesn't have his heart.
It was lost somewhere
2 weeks in march.

But they'll never know.
They never will seem to go back.
Coz she was a bitch.
and he was an arrogant Twat.

So it's just left there.
Unseen in the least.
Thier french words of love on the mantel piece.

- by katz

Kath @ 10:09 AM | comment link here

Thursday, December 01, 2005

St Hopeless

The song that never fails to make me go nutz*

Here he goes! His dumb mohawked hair one foot high.
( Here i imagne i can play the guitar then I Head bang twice and go - Jang Jang.)
Shoes go cling clang partially blind in one eye
(that's when I jump around like a mad fool)
Here he comes!
Dressed all punkish black,
pants so tight they squeeze his legs to death.
(I'm still jumping around here playing my imaginary guitar)
His lungs go stale at thirty sticks a day,
I think he's gonna Rot his life away..................
(I start running at the 'I' and then I slide on the floor on 'away')

There he goes,
(I stand up and Run around)
Listening to punk rock, and his friends crap.
Drugs, blood, sex, booze, his eyes lined black.
(Jumping up and down)
There he goes out clean with his grimme face dead.
COme's back late and he's got blood on his head.
(Jumping higher)
He can't remember his girlfriend's names and faces,
He's shoved his di*k too many places........
(Does funny footwork here)

How can we save him from this nightmare.
Somehow to us it just seems unfair.
His anger caged behined black distress.
He's got a name and it's St Hopeless!!!
(Run around like crazy smashing my imaginary guitar, i jump up and down and headbang)

I'm such a nuthead*

The song 'dance dance' by fall out boy has the same effect on me. so if you don't want me to jump around like a mad hooligan. DON'T play these two songs.

Kath @ 5:23 PM | comment link here

about

Name: Kathy Anne lim

Nick'z: Katz

Age: 14

gender:female

School: kcs

Roman catholic

Olps

Hobbies:Anything to do with paper, black pens and imagination

Celtic's bleed

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