her hitler hairdo.

I am Ave, an overworked underappreciated Law undergrad from Singapore. My blog is linked at the top of this main page. You must excuse the bareness of the layout - function over form, as the Bauhaus men put it. (Disregarding the fact that form itself is one such function.) And yes, the pink has been changed to something asexual.

I write poetry when I feel - many people do, actually - and I feel most when emotions are extreme. For censorship purposes, I shall withhold my list of such extreme emotions. This collection of my poetry dates back two years since I started writing properly. You will frequently come across lists upon lists of random yet related words. They are an everpresent reminder that I must one day know what they are to be properly called, in a focal literary sense.

But until then, I present to you Her Hitler Hairdo, and pray that you will be as destabilized reading my work as I was writing it.

Name: ave

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Stand Tall

Today I burn in a puff of smoke
Nothing to return, no lessons learnt
Today i weep for truth and a joke
I bent, I laughed, I broke and burnt

Screw the promises, the nights, the lies
I believe no more in the words I said
No more to keep, I compromised
Goodbye to you, this heart is dead

What I believed no longer holds
Your words have spoken, mine disposed
Sweet and bitter, my thoughts unfold
I took a risk - this end i chose.

I swallowed my pride
I gave my all
I once was broken
I now stand tall

A long dark abyss
But I survived the fall
Looking down
I hear it call.

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