J. Gatsby

He had come such a long way
And his dream must have seemed so close
That he could hardly fail to grasp it
But he did not know
That it was already behind him

The orgastic future
That year by year recedes before us.
It eluded us then,
But that’s no matter

Tomorrow we will run faster
Stretch out our arms farther
For that one fine morning
So we beat on
Boats against the current
Borne back, ceaselessly
Into the past

J. Gatsby
F. Scott Fitzgerald

A walk to New York

The first fable was hope and dreams
The second was departure
The next made me a poet
The fourth gave me traps and trials.

The fifth drama fetched me a fantabulous crunch
The sixth one was a combat for perfection
The seventh conceived the heaven's treasure
The eighth turned me a flying man
The ninth poem was when I touched the sky.

The tenth memoir was accomplishment
Whatever I touched became gold and alive
Life is a journey, journey is poetry
A geyser of joy they say
What a delicate marvel it gave
When I was able to unravel.


Originated from various motivational quotes
Scribbled by MX VIT and JC
22/8/2013
Full moon, 1135 pm
V3 café UTP

Between heaven and earth

They say
To seek for love
Is a process of departing and reuniting
Between heaven and earth
While you and I
Just took a peaceful journey
Without any heartquake

I say
Love is when, even in turmoil
There is still whispering affection between us
I don't believe
That eternity is a void
When our love is young
Despite the hairs are grey and old

In sunset times,
beneath the exhilarating stroll
of windows of the world
You are still there
Lying with me, quietly, calmly

From now,
We'll have no worries, nor more desire
A story, a memoir, a fairytale,
Plain and simple for all that matters
To have you inside

Though the story has an ending
That is with your first name
As my surname



Scribbled 18/8/2013 UTP
Adapted from Jacky