these words

(here's a selection of stuff that was written during primary, secondary and uni. yes, they're heaps crap)

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Staring across the room

My eyes run round and stop on you

You're innocent as clean as can be

You raise your head and look at me

And you smile

Feeling warm inside

Sensations so good I can't describe

My mind goes blank it drifts away

Inside I hear these voices say

Get a life

I see you wave and give a wink

I lose all sense I just can't think

My throat is dry my palms are wet

This is a moment I won't forget

But when I turn around I see this guy

Returning your wave and the look in your eyes

Now I feel small, stupid, lonely

The one chance I had will remain an "If Only..."

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Of the ominous seven deadly sins

Which ones am I most guilty of?

If the truth be known, though it rarely is

In this case all are caused by love

Am I just too proud to admit defeat

That nothing will ever become of me?

Or maybe I’m greedy, wanting it all for myself

Not caring for those who are lesser than thee

Is it wrong to harbour what may become wrath

When your life isn’t what it should be?

It may get to the stage where sloth is embraced

With the end so near, why try to break free?

I am a glutton, wanting more than my share

But it comes with my territorial prowess

I envy those who have what I want

As I’m sure you do, and you do, no less

The boundaries are blurred between love and lust

What is it that I’m really feeling?

It gets to the point when voices inside

Make no sense at all, like the ones I’m hearing

So what I am saying is what I’ve known all along

I’m guilty of each, in a way

I’m a dangerous criminal, still on the run

Beware of this sinner, of me, Chris Teh

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This Is About Poetry…

The poems I write are never any good

My ideas are rather boring

The point of the piece is not understood

And I just can’t get them to rhyme

I often get lost along the way

I lose the plot midstream

So if you happen to go shopping today

Please buy me a soft serve ice cream

My poems are always about love and Zen

And this I tell you is true

But if you read the title again

You’ll find I just lied to you

My poems flow nicely, each accent is strong

You’ll find, each line, when it’s done

Has a certain rhythm, similar and long

Except this one

Sometimes you’ll need a word that rhymes

But you can’t find one that’s alright

So you hope that no one really minds

If you use words sounding vaguely alike

By the time you get to the end of your poetry

You’ll have run out of things to convey

Just leave the last line blank and free

Which I can’t do coz I’ve got something to say

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Do you ever hear voices inside your head?

I do, but I can’t understand a word they say

They all have really bad accents

And stutter and mutter in a tragic way

Sometimes they talk so loudly

That I’m sure those around can hear

They all have names and personalities

Even more so after a couple of beers

I have conversations that last for hours

Banter, swearing and laughter upon

Which observers often comment that I’ve really lost it

And wonder what drugs I’m on

But my psychiatrist says I’m totally normal

It’s you who isn’t quite right

Coz at $150 per consultation hour

I’ll jolly well believe what I like

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 When you feel like love has left you

 Remember so did I

 And when you least expect the last word to be yours

 Once again it was mine

 A heart broken is a life shattered

 Not that it really mattered

 When you think that time has made amends

 Caution it hasn't

 For life goes on despite what's been said

 From then to the present

 If you're cruel to be kind I'll join the game

 To you I'll do the same

 When the days grow long and the trees are silent

 Take a hint please do

 If the sun dies out and the world turns cold

 It will be like you

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I've lost the one person I’ve ever loved

But he wasn’t even mine to lose

I’m happy that he’s happy now

Only if I keep on the booze

He never wrote me letters

Or gave me any flowers

The time we had together

Would have only been for hours

I hear from others that he’s the perfect boyfriend

But I’ve known this all along

He’s better off with his significant other

Because him and me would have been wrong

Don’t get me wrong I’m happy for him

He deserves to be in love

If only he would send all of it my way

Coz I’m getting nowhere near enough

There’s a part of me that’s clinging on tight

But the other wants to move on and fast

My time will come and I will for once

Be loved for who I am at last

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Jack be nimble Jack be quick

Jack ran into a wall of brick

He robbed a granny and took her purse

The police caught up with him and made it worse

But Jack be confident Jack be sure

Jack jumped over the prison wall

Jack landed in an open drain

Jack broke his leg and cried in pain

Jack be stupid Jack be loud

Jack’s back in jail for a bit longer now

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Air that moves at a speed quite high

Is otherwise known as wind

It causes trouble when birds do fly

And scatters litter that’s binned

When you’re wearing shorts or a skirt

And it blows around stones and leaves

You scream and jump because it does hurt

And try to cover your legs with your sleeves

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I’ve got a ring in my nose

A stud in my tongue

I’ve coloured my hair

But hasn’t everyone

I’ve lost a bit of weight

I’ve got a big tattoo

You don’t know me any more

But I remember you

I got a butt reduction

Some padding here and there

Corrective laser eye surgery

New friends that I hang out with

I’m cooler than I was

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I’d like to watch you play basketball

In your baggy singlet and shorts

I’d love to watch the coolest guys

In one of my favourite sports

Running up and down whilst bouncing a ball

Sometimes passing it by way of deception

To another player before causing a foul

Sent to warm the bench for a session

All the guys on the team are tall and skinny

All the stories you hear are no myth

The way you dribble, shoot and score

Makes me want to be the ball you play with

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He cowers alone with shadows around him

In a city once full of style

Ten storeys above is an abandoned flat

In which he hasn’t set foot in a while

He stands alone with memories clear

In a room that was once his fort

The walls now bare and the carpet worn

A testament to the lessons his father taught

He sits alone with an uneasy twitch

In a chair that was once like a cage

The paint scratched off and legs quite bent

As evidence of a father’s rage

He huddles alone for old time’s sake

In a closet where he played the waif

The menacing shadows are no longer there

For he knows at this moment he is safe

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Where’s the line between love and lust?

I’m having trouble defining what’s what

I’m torn between the two consuming emotions

Both about which I know not a lot

Why can’t I tell the two feelings apart?

Coz if it’s love then I should act

But if on the other hand it’s just lust after all

Should I back off afraid how you’d react?

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You’ve left me with scars not even you can heal

You’re obviously oblivious to what I feel

You ran off with Inga the Swedish masseuse

Whom you had discovered whilst on the loose

Her healing hands, the sensual touch

By the looks of it, it was all too much

Feeling tense all the time you went back every day

How stupid was I to keep offering to pay?

Essential oils leave you smelling sweet

From the top of your head to the tip of your feet

The relaxing music makes you let down your guard

And from this point on it becomes really hard

To turn away from this pleasurable time

Would be out of the question but still on my mind

If only you had Sven yes that would be good

As there’d be no problem…or maybe there would

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There in the doorway you stood

Bare feet

Asked if I wanted to come in

Cold feet

Said I had to go and did

Mean feat

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