Liar, liar

Like shifting shadows,
changing wind,
or grass blades bending in the breeze;
are kisses from your icy lips,
they left my beating heart to freeze.

Liar, liar, pants on fire
Each broken heart will take you higher.

Your charm will work its way into men,
with a fleeting smile,
ever so beguiling.
Words twisted into creepy lies,
they're poison in my veins,
ever so haunting.

Liar, liar, pants on fire
You're the cold-hearted killer.

You think i don't know your pretty moves,
I may be blind but i'm not a fool;
I thought i knew you but i was wrong,
I was just one of your many tools.

Liar, liar, your soul's on fire
You only live for your own desire.

Like shifting shadows,
changing wind,
That's what you are in everything;
A liar who takes whatever she wants,
leaving nothing.

"Liar, liar" by E.Y

A day in a dental lab

I peer into an open mouth
Trying hard to see;
Its been hours and my neck is stiff
But indirect view it has to be.
I bend my neck this way and that
Stealing a peek now and then;
When Dr. Angela appears and says
"Do that again, go home by ten!"

Queuing up is such a fuss
Like a mother hen followed by her chicks;
Booking places and jumping the line
There's nothing more frustrating than this.
No wait, there is, how can i forget?
I'll mention it in a while.
Finally its your turn and the lecturer comes
and you pass her your blue file.

The doctor takes a peek, a mirror in hand
And smiles wryly like wolf in disguise,
Bombards me with questions that never end
For in her hands she holds the dice.
When your hopes rise up, you think you'll pass
She'll gently drop the grenade,
A blow to your heart when you hear the word
'Redo'.
The decision has been made.

Another day gone by, your heart feels torn,
As you watch people pack away;
Your friends have passed, but you have not
Well, maybe another day.

"A day in a dental lab" by E.Y

Sonnet 116

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
   If this be error and upon me proved,
   I never writ, nor no man ever loved. 


William Shakespeare

A train ride

Took a train home for the first time. And watched a movie about an unstoppable train, 'Unstoppable'. Not that it was very special, but it just crossed my mind how life is like a train ride.

It started off as a slow ride. There are many stops and stations, but it goes on and on. And it goes faster and faster. I used to look out of the window and and admire the beautiful scenery, watching hills roll by, valleys and plains dotted with civilization, enjoying the wind sweeping off my hair. But now, as the train gains speed, everything outside the window turns into a blur. I know i'll probably arrive sooner but the train ride will no longer be enjoyable. And i wonder if i'm missing out on the best things in life, when everything speeds by so fast and before you know it, the ride is over.