Tale oF a Delivery bOy

Hello there princess; delivery boy got a duty,
To pass her a package he hope is still pretty.
Its long overdue and it's starting to get heavy,
And he has to deliver it before she gets moody.

This princess; yes she does answers her phone,
But she's busy and replies in a single word monotone.
Maybe she's occupied and needs to be left alone,
So if he's bugging please just send him into a cyclone.

Good thing delivery boy works till XXpm at night,
Waiting with his red canary; ready to take flight.
When the princess summons he'll be there in sight,
Cuz if he misses it; he's gotta wait another twilight.

And so he waits as patiently as a man could be,
Waiting for a message that says the princess is free.
Delivery boy is efficient and doesn't need much time you see,
Five minutes is all it takes and after that he will flee.

His wait has ended when the message came around,
Off he goes trying not to make too much of a sound.
Sneaking pass guards so he could enter the castle ground,
Her chamber lays the highest where nothing else is found.

And finally he met; the said princess in person,
He passed her the package and snapped to attention.
Cold sweat drips as he can't decipher her expression,
But thankfully she accepts; the gift of imagination.

With his duty completed; he makes his retreat,
It's really nothing much; no extraordinary feat.
He doesn't need recognition; it isn't his real peat.
Because Her presence itself... is already a treat. =)


~ The End~

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Rhythm oF my Heart

Past few days has been a bit of a fuzzy wuzzy,
I lived on impulse and things are tiny bit crazy.
Mornings are late and i am just so helplessly lazy,
Nights are longer as its time the world's less hazy.

The rhythm of my heart becomes the life i follow,
Living the moment and not thinking of tomorrow.
Spend nights basking in the moon and starlight's glow,
Spend evenings leaving footprints when the tide is low.

I'm a bit of a blur case every now and then,
Doing things i know i wouldn't have done then.
Logical thinking only functions when and if it can,
Black, white or grey are all really not part of the plan.

The rhythm of my heart becomes the only beat i hear,
Every beat driving me closer to those people i hold dear,
Every beat driven with a purpose so strong yet unclear,
To decipher the beat, it seems i oughta use it as my spear.

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P for Princess?

Drafting plans like counting sand,
It's funny how i still don't understand,
Her body language and the way she stand,
The tiny movements and the flick of her hand.

It's like cloudy rainbow mashed potato,
Oasis in the desert with a pink flamingo.
Trying to comprehend makes processors go slow mo,
I've got no reference she's definitely like no other amigo.

Lost in her own world when she looks through the lense,

The expression of bliss without an ounce of pretense.

Capturing the moment needs concentration this intense?

A grin formed on the edge of my lips as i try to make sense.

Very much a princess in her very own right,
Her planners are full & waiting list out of sight.

Preoccupied the whole day and sleeping at twilight,
If you get through to her please ask her to take it light.

99 percent of the world sees her warm and lovely side,
But i heard whispers that she has an ice heart deep inside.

Word has it that she rejects admirers like waves and tide,
Should an average ordinary guy really just run and hide?

Is she a princess from fairy tales or a beautiful nightmare?
I guess i have to linger around a lil longer to compare.
If she sees this i hope she doesn't give me her stare,
Because if she does that she'll definitely give me a scare ! XD

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CliquE

Walk out the door and see people on the street,
Strangers mingle with the people that you greet,
Once in a while somebody knock you off your feet,
And the rest of them are just people that you meet.

Clique to clique i've wandered through the years,
To find the one that would take away my fears.
Once in a blue moon a kindred soul apppears,
How many there as i look through my tears?

Why do i feel like a black sheep that come and goes,
Why do i feel like a gigantic torn among the roses?
Why is it now again that i'm hit by insecurities,
Why is it now that i see my vulnerabilities?

A black bird flying among whites still feels like flying solo,
A single note in a stereophonic environment is still a mono.
Lack the charm, lack the luck, what to expect; i am no apollo,
But a soul however broken, still seeks a clique that could bring him crescendo...

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