She stood,perched
on stiletto high,
when a host of eyes
descended upon her,
ravished and fled. Her
face fell and she squirmed,
uneasy. Alone.
In her alien skin.
June 3, 2006 by walkingbroken
She stood,perched
on stiletto high,
when a host of eyes
descended upon her,
ravished and fled. Her
face fell and she squirmed,
uneasy. Alone.
In her alien skin.
hey, who is that she? haha…ms phua is it?
Nope. Just a woman i observed at a bus stop when i was on a bus
i like the way you express yourself
hi mr sng! okay chelsia, you’re VERY FUNNY! i burst out laughing when i saw your remark. *stiffles giggles*
ooh yeah! mr sng! i have downloaded some awesome church sermons online and have watched them…have you heard of Jonathan Suber? He is a speaker from the United States and he came to lily’s church tabernacle of joy to teach a series of lessons. The sermons were REALLY good! http://www.streamload.com/tabjoy click on jonathan suber:) just if you’re interested:D
ms phua was my maths teacher.but i did not realli like her
sigh, things are complicated
the poem does sound like its referring to ms phua. *looks again* oh well. i guess it happenns to many women? i kinda get the gist and feel of the poem, but im not too sure what you’re pointing at. haha. (im now typing my macbeth reflections)
hmm…stilletoes…
alien skin?
yes that sounds like something i experienced some time ago.
(bad childhoods should never be narrated if it can be helped.)
but i don’t get the main point.it seems short poems are the deepest.
(speaking of alien skin i think i should try doing that for cosfest v the reunion.lolx)