Twas' the night of November,
It was so shiny, so new.
It was black as death, cold as ice,
the sweet chemicals, mixed for a kiss of death,
slowly permeating the skin, rotting the mind.
Still I held it close,
tender as a baby,
it's exterior smooth, a joy to caress.
Slowly it hummed to life,
the slight warmth, the magnetic fields,
erupting from its cold hard body,
the radiation killing off my brain cells,
every second near my chest, my heart would pump even more slowly.
As I raised it to my embrace,
it killed off my braincells.
Every time I held it close,
it took more life out of me.
Sweet sin,
sweeter then any glory.
I love you, and that I'll forever do.
Kill me slowly,
smother me with your sin.
Kiss me sweetly,
your kiss deadly as venom.
My sweet handphone,
never die on me again.
You are mine, my property,
dare ever betray my trust again,
I will see you dead.
Machine!
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I never knew how attached I was to my hand phone,
untill today, when it died on me 1/2 hour into school.
My handphone, being my mobile skirt chasing machine,
actually broke down and failed me.
10 hours later, when I got home, it still would not come to life.
After 10 hours in school, one gets really tired and when your 'second wife'
dies on you like that, really, really cranky and crazy.
Which usually results in lack of hand-eye co-ordination and really, really crazy posts.
Ah... God, I was all set to type something really long too.
Heck, I'd just better stop typing.
4 comments:
wah d.i.c.k ur poem is still so profoud. found it difficult to understand oni until the phone part then i noe wat is happening.BTW is the poem make by u??
I know exactly how you feel, man. I felt that way when my hp died too.
Ah, I suppose your handphone was a birthday gift?
"Twas' the night of November"
Being a Lit student has its advantages :D
yoh:
only 100% original material here, dude.
Well, most of the time..
adrian:
Heh.. Who knew the Hp had such power, my precioussss...
hejin:
Hmm, pretty observant!
Now you guys know, my birthday's in November! Start saving to get me presents!
And nope, it was more of a pat on the back, for being able to get decent results
despite slacking for the whole year.. Heh..
ei|een:
Ah, well seeing as I'm a student, the handphone is used either to receive gossip
or as a skirt chasing tool! No bosses! Thank goodness.
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