All Art, like all Love, has its roots in Heartache.

Solitude
Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone.
For the sad old earth must borrow it's mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air.
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.

Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go.
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
Be sad, and you lose them all.
There are none to decline your nectared wine,
But alone you must drink life's gall.

Feast, and your halls are crowded;
Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
But no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a long and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain.

I fell in love with you the second I layed eyes on you, it had nothing to do with the way you looked, there was something in your eyes, then I found out what was in your heart.

This blog is dedicated to several people.

Clan LegO
Michele Cheow



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Poetry and major works archive

The Michele Cheow Collection

Fragments Of A Song
And the End
Ocean of Madness
A Millon Pieces
This Night
One Day
Regret
Once Upon A Song

The Musing In Between

A Friend's Lament
Supernova
On A Dish
Green Eyed Monster
Cloud Castle
My Love For You
The Moth And The Candle
The Marble, Brook and Star
Footprints
A Night Of Magic
Imprisoned
Masks
Inspiration
The Songbird And The Maestro
Hydra
Apple
Skylines
Strings
Fragile
If Only You Could See The Geometry

A New Light

Deus' Magnum Opus
Rain
Impulse
In-toxication
Duel

Hold it true, whate'er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all

The world will not end when God grants it.
It will end when the last heart is broken

Dexter
DongWei
EngYian
Gina
Grace
GuangRui
HuiMin
JiaWen
JLam
Joey
Melvyn
TingJun
WeiRong
YunYing
Yvonne
ZhengRui

Tuesday, April 11, 2006
This poem was written by me after I met a friend whom I have lost contact with for four years and I was unpleasantly surprised by the changes she had undergone, thus I wrote this poem to express my sorrow.

A Friend's Lament

You look the same, friend, as you were before
Yet you have somehow changed
Your heart which was once so pure
Now filled with vices you once abhorred

The flow of time have changed you much
What you had once believed in is no more
You were never one to hold a grudge
Yet in you bitter resentment is all I saw

The you I once knew is deceased
The you before me is a stranger
Seeing you now fills me with unease
The perfect image I had of you smashed apiece

Those old days are over my friend
We have went our separate ways
Our paths will not cross again
For all those good things have come to an end

Yet I shall remember you my friend
For only you stood by me then
So I want to know how you fared
I want to you to know that I cared
Though three years of friendship all we shared

You are a shadow of your past self
You are not who you used to be
I knew the girl from those old days
But I do not know you now
For you were the girl from those old days
But I do not know you anymore

The image I had of you is jaded
But perhaps I have been too shrouded by past memories
To realize that the world would have changed you
And now that my eyes are finally opened
Perhaps
Its time I let go of those memories after all

Wong Wen Pu 10/04/06
Inspired by a past friend

Typed out by: LWR

WR: I just acknowledged myself, cus... I TYPED IT OUT IN 1 MIN!!!! COOL!!! MY typing speed as increased!! Haha, ok...
Wp: I thank Wr for helping me type this out seeing that I do not have the time to go online.
posted @ 10:19 PM