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		<title>Sheep is a POET?</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 06 Nov 2008 14:42:03 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ms Aya</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[6th November 2K8, Thursday &#8211; 10:18+pm. ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Minna-hun osu~♫! &#60;^ε^&#62;/ Sorry for updating the blog too frequently. \&#60;´･ω･`&#62;/ This sheep who is called Ms.Aya is feeling rather sheepish and bubbly so &#8212; please &#8230; Pardon me. &#60;^x^&#62;/ I was digging for some old threads of mine in AO, an Anime forum and I recovered back [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 110px"><img title="Ms.Aya/Sheep" src="http://i329.photobucket.com/albums/l389/paperdiaries/Aya/Sheep_Ava.jpg" alt="Mood - Sheepish" width="100" height="100" /><p class="wp-caption-text">Mood - Sheepish</p></div>
<p>6th November 2K8, Thursday &#8211; 10:18+pm.</p>
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<p>Minna-hun osu~♫! &lt;^ε^&gt;/</p>
<p>Sorry for updating the blog too frequently. \&lt;´･ω･`&gt;/</p>
<p>This sheep who is called <strong><span style="color:#993300;">Ms.Aya</span></strong> is feeling rather sheepish and bubbly so &#8212; please &#8230; Pardon me. &lt;^x^&gt;/</p>
<p>I was digging for some <a title="Ms.Aya in AO" href="http://www.animeonline.net/search.php?searchid=602612" target="_blank">old threads of mine in AO</a>, an Anime forum and I recovered back some old poetry work of mine. &lt;.___.&gt;</p>
<p>After reading my old work <em>(dated in year 2006) </em>&#8212; I&#8217;m taken by surprise that I could rhyme the words well enough. &lt;o_o&gt;lll</p>
<p>Anyway &#8212; Without further ado, please give me your feedback! \&lt;≧∇≦&gt;/~☆</p>
<p>Up first&#8230; ↓</p>
<h2><span style="text-decoration:underline;"><span style="color:#993300;">Eyes That Lies</span></span></h2>
<p>Open up your eyes, gaze into her heart of ice.<br />
What do you see? If not what is behind her mind?<br />
Her hair covers her by the wind.<br />
Just like the strong protecting the weak<br />
If thou think thou can find,<br />
She will not even let you speak.</p>
<p>Deep into her eyes of darkness,<br />
All adore her light; all your eyes are on her.<br />
Why do you look at that girl? If not her loving kindness?<br />
She looks away once again<br />
Just like hiding those teary eyes<br />
So if thou saw her slow moving tears,<br />
She will disappear along with her fears.</p>
<p>Countless stars she view above, too many eyes watches her below.<br />
Ever wonder how lonely she is? If not the attention she gets?<br />
The girl smiles when she&#8217;s all-alone, the eye slowly becomes stone.<br />
Can you hear her screams and cries like she hears yours?<br />
At least take a look into her eyes of sorrow. Has she ever looked at you in the eyes hollowly? She seems to be on a flow.<br />
Drifting along the shadows, is she watching you through the windows?<br />
Everyone knows she&#8217;s in existence; she feels she&#8217;s been sentence.<br />
What you thought you see in her is what she is not because everything has been taken. The truth reflects in her eyes, words become unspoken.</p>
<p>Once again she looks away,<br />
Leaving her hair covering her sway.<br />
One last unspoken word mutters across her lips,<br />
There is no other way,<br />
She walks while you are stun.<br />
From far apart, all anyone can do is watch her from behind.<br />
So close your eyes and let her go.</p>
<p>&#8220;Eyes that lies&#8221;</p>
<p>[ . . . ]</p>
<h2><span style="text-decoration:underline;"><span style="color:#993300;">Stray Sheep</span></span></h2>
<p>Once a normal sheep with a flock to blend in,<br />
once had a shepherd to follow.<br />
Needless of what family can give,<br />
in need of what the garden feeds.<br />
Filled with friends, empty of love.<br />
The sheep sets out on an adventure outside the farm.<br />
Upon reaching the dark forest,<br />
the night creatures attacked the helpless sheep.<br />
In order to survive, it did what it had to do.<br />
After the long escape, the sheep returned to its flock,<br />
mouth covered with blood.<br />
&#8220;A sheep that has tasted blood eventually becomes a wolf&#8221;.<br />
The sheep was forbidden from the farm lands.<br />
It traveled from one place to another, unable to rest nor fit in with others.<br />
Now- walking in the dark shadows,<br />
all alone with no guide.<br />
All alone with regrets.<br />
Abandoned by many it has helped.<br />
Discarded by many it has loved.<br />
The sheep wanders like a stray,<br />
whoever/whatever that can aid it&#8217;s sore heart&#8230;<br />
It continues to walk the earth leaving its foot prints<br />
all alone with no trace of companionship.</p>
<p>&#8220;Baa&#8230; sono toki ga honto ni.. modoranai dessho..?&#8221;</p>
<p>[ . . . ]</p>
<h2><span style="text-decoration:underline;"><span style="color:#993300;">Beyond My Door</span></span></h2>
<p>Upon reaching my hands to my door knob..<br />
I felt my skin so pale and numb..<br />
I gripped on tightly to my thumb..<br />
What do I wish to see beyond the door?<br />
Nothing but that love one I adore..<br />
The door knob turns, the door sprung open.<br />
A lil sun light shined and melt the coldness I felt before<br />
You were there, stretching out that wide palm of yours,<br />
waiting for me to take in your hand.<br />
The light was bright, the glare made me fright,<br />
You were faceless, but i was fearless<br />
for you who have that special aura I love.<br />
You turned your face away,<br />
you made me race after your sway.<br />
The breeze blew my hair across my eyes,<br />
Before I could see your smile, your lips were kissing mine mildly.<br />
The feeling of doubt beating in my heart,<br />
As my hands couldn&#8217;t feel you no more.<br />
Your body became mist,<br />
I cried to make you stay and insist.<br />
The wind that was once calm became violent,<br />
The short moment of joy became silent..<br />
I slapped myself in the cheeks, crying out so loud<br />
to find that it was all dream of trying so hard.<br />
For it was impossible to reach out to that world with him beyond my door.<br />
&#8220;I can never step out from this door step with you&#8221;<br />
The light reflected some hopes to my door,<br />
and there lay me sitting and waiting for you.<br />
To come and get me for real someday&#8230;</p>
<p>[ . . . ]</p>
<h2><span style="text-decoration:underline;"><span style="color:#993300;">A No-Title Poem</span></span></h2>
<p>All there is around me,<br />
All the people sees me,<br />
What makes my presence so known?<br />
It&#8217;s not like there is something I own.<br />
For I am so alone.<br />
In the city I walk,<br />
For countless minutes I talk,<br />
To no one by my side.</p>
<p>I&#8217;m so lame,<br />
Yet I have the fame,<br />
Still it&#8217;s such a shame,<br />
Well, guess it&#8217;s just a game.</p>
<p>Walls I leaned on,<br />
Falls somewhere deep in my mind,<br />
Why can&#8217;t I stop thinking so much?<br />
About wanting that loving touch.<br />
For I have never had a friend,<br />
Whom I can live till the end.</p>
<p>It&#8217;s like something gold,<br />
that it shoudn&#8217;t be sold,<br />
Even if it gets old,<br />
Unless I am cold.</p>
<p>As I pass by glasses with my reflections,<br />
I thought I saw myself smiling,<br />
But all I can really see is the other side of someone else&#8217;s emotions,<br />
In a table for two, cuddling with one another,<br />
My face and image begins to blur as the smiles of others widens,<br />
they both are having a good time, while I was craving for such lime.</p>
<p>So off I continue to wander in the city that I walk,<br />
For many days I talk,<br />
Only to strengthen my will,<br />
so that someday I&#8217;ll get the thrill.</p>
<p>As I pass by more reflections,<br />
Caught in between 2 mirrors,<br />
The one behind me has a crystal clear reflection of me,<br />
still alone for the crowd  moves fast and faceless they are.<br />
The mirror reflecting me the future,<br />
is the slow pace of the people,<br />
and my face in distortion.<br />
My future may not exist.</p>
<p>I&#8217;m really so lame,<br />
Yet I think I have the fame,<br />
Still it&#8217;s really such a shame,<br />
Well, guess it&#8217;s just a game.</p>
<p><strong><em>Lastly &#8212; My most enjoyable poem. &lt;^-^&gt;/</em></strong></p>
<p>[ . . . ]</p>
<h2><span style="text-decoration:underline;"><span style="color:#993300;">In The Box</span></span></h2>
<p>In such a small box,<br />
Tiny bits of frost drips,<br />
To the end of my finger tips,<br />
Such Beauty it holds,<br />
In such a small place,<br />
Yet to be able to feel the ice,<br />
How I wish I could dance under the snow,<br />
What a shame I don&#8217;t know,<br />
Of such lovely scenary I miss,<br />
Cold yet Beautiful,<br />
Colorless yet wonderful.<br />
So I carry on starring,<br />
In that box covered with frost,<br />
blocked by a strong hasty mist,<br />
too small for me to fit in,<br />
in that what we call a refridgerator&#8217;s freezer. (T_T)</p>
<p><strong>[baa.... <span style="text-decoration:underline;">Inspired by</span>: My fridge's freezer that is really in need of de-frosting]</strong></p>
<p>(<em>Laughs</em>)</p>
<p>Ok, this is all from <span style="color:#993300;"><strong>Ms.Aya</strong></span> who will try her best not to spam the blog with useless and self-absorbing entries!</p>
<p>Desu kara, have a good day! &lt;^w^&gt;/</p>
<p><strong>PS:</strong> Please darlings&#8230; Don&#8217;t claim these poems as yours, ok? It takes a mountain of emotions to craft this poems and you have to be in my shoes to understand them. Be wise, create your own story &#8212; Don&#8217;t steal from others. &lt;^.^&gt;v</p>
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