The Sky I Yearn For

I’ve always loved watching those stars;
stars that seem to be staring back at you—
no, it is that they stare back that makes me
think they might possibly love watching me too.
Then there’s that dazzling, amazing sun
that would undoubtedly brighten up my day.
They make the stars twinkle and, together,
I feel like smiling at them the same way.

Now, I know it may seem shallow to think
that just the stars and the sun would make me
fall in love with the mere idea that they could—
and maybe they would—be always beside me.
But think this: when the day is gone and the night should fall,
what would I be thinking of if not that sky at all?

| 8:01 PM 4 April 2017 (GMT+8)
| NaPoWriMo 2017
| For Day 4
| Prompt: Enigma

What Am I to Do

What am I to do when you send my world spinning
When the world turns over yet I’m still standing
How my world stops moving as you start smiling
Why your presence sends my heart beat racing

What am I to do when I see you coming over
With those captivating eyes that’s like no other
Like a fairytale that ends with happily ever after
From now to always that I hope doesn’t end in never

What am I to do when I have a crush on you
Or maybe even more, maybe I like you
But it’s more like, I’m falling in love with you
And not just that, I think I already love you

What am I to do when you look so shocked
After my confession, as if our fates are locked
As though my heart is a ship a storm has rocked
As much as your silence seem like my hearing’s blocked

What am I to do when after all that, you smile
Before each passing second I’m turning senile
Because I keep fearing your words of exile
Even as I keep waiting all this while

What am I to do when you jumped and hugged me
I’m lost. You’re saying you also like me?
When I was looking at you, you were looking at me,
And all this while you were just waiting for me

// 7 Feb 2017

Raindrops

When the rain pours, at the raindrops’ pitter-patter,
do you ever wonder—marvel—over the beads
on your window, like placid little wanderers?
How long it must have took to fall from the heavens
to the damp ground that your feet walks—trudges—over?
Have you ever just imagined the sheer majesty
of its mere seven-minute lifetime in midair?
For it’s not as simple as falling, it’s destiny
that it did not fade midway on its course to earth.

The Mirror

You smile as if you’re hiding
the darkness that fills your heart
the loneliness that keeps you from
escaping the depression
the anxiety
The dim dark lifeless soul
that within you resides.

You smile at the mirror
that reflects that lonely figure
that sees no one but
The light lost in your eyes
when you feel all your lonesome.

You smile like the dazzling sun
to blind those eyes of pity
those eyes that seem to care
those eyes that seem to forget
The truth that you once had
when it wasn’t just you in the mirror.

You smile like you don’t know
that beyond the mirror you see
are the people that watch
the people you thought you lost
The people you thought had left
when it was you who run away.

You smile so that the people beyond
that share in their darkness
would see you that is like the sun and
Would know that the darkness is not infinite
that there remains a light.

You smile because you know
that when you stop shiny your light
when you’re dazzling sun dims down
you will see the people beyond
and they will see themselves
That the people you thought wasn’t there
only wasn’t because you pushed them away
And when you finally see them
they stop seeing you.

| 21 April 2017 10:12PM (GMT+8)
| Day 21 of NaPoWriMo
| Not following any prompt because let’s face it. I can’t do this everyday.

Her Smiles

She smiles when the rain pours outside her window;
she smiles as she cuddles with her dog in her living room.
She smiles when she sees the sun shine down on her lawn;
she smiles as she pets a stray cat outside her school.

She smiles at strangers she walks by;
she smiles at her professor even out of class.
She smiles at her friends when they have lunch;
she smiles at her family as soon as she gets home.

But she doesn’t smile at the crumple on her shirt;
she doesn’t smile at the test she though she was ready for.
She doesn’t smile when hot summer winds blow in;
she doesn’t smile at the thunder that scares her silly.

But she’d still find time to smile at her crush;
And more importantly, I’ve never seen her smile at me.

| 8:55 PM 8 April 2017 (GMT+8)
| NaPoWriMo 2017
| For Day 8
| Prompt: Repetitive

Test

 

It’s been another night
of another cramming session
on something I barely studied,
on something I didn’t listen to,
on something I’ll not remember after.

Another day where I
have got not sleep
full of coffee in my system,
full of bullshit in my brain,
full of hope I’ll get an A.

Yet one more day in class
before a test I’m completely not prepared for,
not listening,
not thinking,
not doing anything at all.

But something’s different.
I found a pen
that someone lost,
that someone probably is not looking for,
that someone would have not minding losing at all.

And now for that test,
that goddamn test,
hopefully I’ll pass,
hopefully is easy,
hopefully I’ll pass.

Well, I have my lucky pen.
It has letter on the side,
which I use as a dice,
which I use when I’m all out,
which I use to guess my way out.

I think you know already
where this is going.
There’s no lucky pen.
There’s no rolling it to guess.
There’s no pen to write with.

That is, if I had no pen.
But I do.
It’s not lucky,
it’s not a dice,
it’s not even mine.

But it works.
It works.
And I can write with it.
And I can answer with it.
And I can take the test.

| 1:40 PM 7 April 2017 (GMT+8)
| NaPoWriMo 2017
| For Day 6 (Really, I just keep forgetting.)
| Prompt: Luck and fortuitousness

Class

I
It’s been half an hour;
I only need to sit here
for an hour more.
Then, I can go home and play.

II
Only an hour left.
Have I learned enough?
I payed for this class;
it’s such a waste not to listen.

III
I know this already.
Why is he going on and on
about something I already know?
I could be doing so much more
had I just cut class.

IV
My parents are sick.
My little sister still needs to eat.
I can stay in class,
or leave to take care of them.
But we paid what we could have for food,
for me to get to school to get a job
to buy food.

V
I didn’t know that.
Whoa, you could do it that way?
This is such an interesting class.

VI
I’m listening,
or so I say,
as I write a poem
on how I should be listening.

| 1:15 PM 7 April 2017 (GMT+8)
| NaPoWriMo 2017
| For Day 6 (Really, I just keep forgetting.)
| Prompt: Different Perspectives

Bee

Well, there was no problem at all.
­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ A bee flew in.
­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ Doing it’s own business.
­­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­  ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ Nothing wrong at all.

But the class went crazy.
­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ A few stood up,
­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ran away from it,
­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ all while shouting.

Another took a book,
­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ as if a shield
­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ or a weapon
­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ to try keep safe.

Half sat still,
­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ acting like stones—
­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ “Maybe it won’t notice me,”
­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ I think they thought.

The rest sat there;
­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ as if nothing was happening.
­­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­  ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ After all, there was no problem
­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ ­ to begin with.

| 1:00 PM 7 April 2017 (GMT+8)
| NaPoWriMo 2017
| For Day 5 (because I just forgot)
| Prompt: Natural World