Poetry : If you ask me what happiness is

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The colour of my world was all grey,
A muted world with no words to say.

The grey tones of passing day after day,
Like the silence of a still night in May.

But May was like any other month,
Like any other day under the sun.

Life without meaning was colourless,
A monotonous journey so lifeless.

Until that one fateful day that came,
You arrived, it was never the same.

It came from the corner of my eye,
A tinge of colour in my grey sky.

I looked up from my colourless drink,
I was captivated, I couldn’t think.

The first time when you said hi to me,
Was a moment captured eternally.

In my lens, it was the same boring views,
With you, there was a plethora of hues.

Time flies by when you are having fun,
I was reborn, my life had begun.

As we sat together hand in hand,
Staring out to the sea, feet in the sand.

I looked at you with your smiling face,
The most beautiful view in this place.

And then the question pops to my mind,
One I heard from a song at one time.

It went on about, something like this,
“If you ask me what happiness is~”

I knew the answer now, at this moment,
It sat before me, serene and silent.

The sky above us may be turning dark,
But you brought my life light, vivid and stark.

You looked at me with your beautiful smile,
And I looked at you in peace for a while.

You asked if all was alright with me,
I said yes, it was as it should be.

When there was no sun, dark with no light,
You were the sun that lit my life bright.

When I was alone and swallowed by grey,
You were the light that brighten my day.

In the room on my bed dark at night,
You are my safe pillow I hold so tight.

The line from the song replays again,
The question to which I answer the same.

If you ask me what happiness is~
It is you dear, my true love and bliss.


Author’s notes:

This was a piece inspired by a song I heard.

The song was “Black” by G-Dragon featuring Sky Ferreira.

The odd thing was when I first heard the song, it sounded serene and beautiful. And the one phrase that stuck in my head was:

“If you ask me what happiness is~”

It inspired this piece as thoughts came to mind of the lovely feeling one gets when together with that one person that completes us.

Ironically when I saw the actual lyrics of Black, it was on the contrary, a very sad tragic song. It was a beautiful tune regardless.

I decided to go on with my positive and good feels take on the line that stuck in my head instead.

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Poetry : Betting on the clover

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So where would you like to place your own bet?
I pondered on what the dealer had said.

I looked at the table right before me,
Many prizes to place my money.

One side lay many shiny a car,
Luxuries grand to take me afar.

The other side had a lot of money,
Stacks of numbers for all eyes to see.

Yet what really caught my two hopeful eyes,
Was an object, in the middle it lies.

A tiny flower, so frail and pretty,
It was a clover, as precious can be.

It had four leaves, a rare find indeed,
It brought with it luck, a true prize to keep.

This little thing was all I wanted,
I cared not for others that tempted.

No matter the end for it I would fight,
Whatever the odds what I sought for was right.

The dealer looked up and I nodded back,
The game was set, we were right on the track.

I held my dealt cards close to my face,
Arranging my cards at a very calm pace.

It was a gamble of both mind and luck,
At this moment in time was when I got stuck.

To go on with this endeavour of chance,
A risky business, an uncertain dance.

I took a card out and it was a spade,
With it I bury my past and my hate.

I thought a while and next threw out a club,
Three leaf clovers that I had gave up.

I now had several cards remaining,
Where to place them I was still pondering.

I took a card out, on it were diamonds,
A bet I placed atop stacks of tokens.

It was the value I placed the clover,
Precious to me each minute and hour.

I then looked towards the “high stakes” square,
Where players placed high valued bets there.

I placed a card with many a heart,
A big decision, both risky and hard.

The dealer called out for any last bet,
Before all things were placed proper and set.

I placed a King card on the “hopes” square,
The clover’s left side, I placed it right there.

The dealer thus start to play his own hand,
I hoped next to my King a Queen card would land.

A scary gamble, the prize well worth it,
As the cards were dealt time slowed down a bit.

With breath held I wait, and hoped for the best,
To win my clover, my whole life to last.


Author’s notes:

This was a piece inspired by an imagery of sitting at the gambling table playing the game of life.

Life brings with it many challenges as well as moments where the rewards are great matched only by equal amount of risks. There are times and moments when you will be at that crossroad and you have to make that decision.

To win gloriously, or to lose terribly.

Loses can always be won back but it depends on the stakes put out. When one bets their heart, the risk of loss is ever so great.

But sometimes, you come to a point where you ask yourself, what is it that you fight for. What is it that you would risk so much for.

My answer gave birth to this piece. What would I risk everything and so much for?

A meaning to my life.

Poetry : As I Meet You

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As I met up with you at your home,
I remembered the first time we met.

As I greeted you when you entered the car,
I remembered the first time we spoke.

As we drove to our destination,
I remembered the first time I picked you up.

As we walked in the shopping mall,
I remembered when we went on our first outting together.

As we sat down and had dinner,
I remembered the first time we shared our first meal together.

As we left for the car,
I remembered the first time we ended our first meal with laughter.

As we decided to stop by for a drink,
I remembered the first time we stayed up late night chatting.

As we parked the car,
I remembered the first time our chats got more personal.

As we sat down at the cafe,
I remembered the first time I felt my feelings for you.

As we chatted about our daily lives,
I remembered the first time I was trying to muster up the courage.

As we started to go into our personal lives,
I remembered the first time I looked at you intently.

As we started to talk about your love life,
I remembered how happy and cheerful you were.

As I saw you slowly gaze into space,
I remembered how you looked when I first confessed to you.

As I saw you break that empty look into a smile,
I remembered how you said you were seeing someone else.

As you said you were okay with the way things were in your life,
I remembered my sadness and the mustering of courage to accept it.

As you said that you left things to fate,
I remembered how we grew silently apart.

As I then spoke about my love life,
I remembered how you spoke to me after our long silence.

As I spoke about the pain I went through,
I remembered how we started talking again.

As you smiled and said that all the suffering was part of life,
I remembered how we started to meet up again more often.

As you suddenly winced and complained about aching shoulders,
I remembered how we spoke about the deeper things in life to each other.

As I gently rubbed your shoulders trying to relieve the pain,
I remembered the times when we stood close to each other whenever we were out.

As I commented on how your skin was better than mine,
I remembered how we shared laughter together like old times.

As you said you felt better with my gentle rub,
I remembered the times we did things together like watch movies and shop.

As I poured tea into your cup and you did to mine,
I remembered the closeness we shared, a bond beyond normal friendship.

As I spoke to you about being careful of dealing with people’s emotions,
I remembered how we were a contrast of personalities within the same spectrum of connections.

As we stood up to leave and walk to the car,
I remembered how we started to share long chats into the night like before.

As we drove to your home,
I remembered how you were there for me as I was there for you.

As we reached your doorstep where I drop you off,
I remembered how distance didn’t matter between us because our friendship went beyond borders.

As I hugged you closely and tightly,
I remembered the closeness that we share, a warmth emitting from the fires of trust.

As I said goodbye to you and we both agreed to meet up again,
I remembered that time forges the ties between individuals, the knots knocked together by the hammer of shared experiences.

As I drove towards home,
I remembered that home lies in our hearts, and that it gets warm with the people we choose to share them with.


Author’s notes:

I feel we all have that special type of friend. The one who surpasses the state of mere love interest.
The one whom we’ve known for so long that he or she becomes a part of our lives. A part of our circle of trust. A part of our being.

The one whom we might have had history (the romantic kind) with, but the relationship has evolved instead to something pure and unadulterated. A bond that is beyond just surface romance.

The one whom we have met at a crossroad in time before and passed each other by, not stopping to look.
And as we go our own ways, our roads somehow come full circle and we meet again.
This time we manage to stop at the same pitstop and play catch up. We bring to the table our own experiences of our journeys.

And sometimes, we have moments when we look at each other and think “what if”.
What if we had stopped during that earlier crossroad. What if things were different.

Life plays a funny game with all of us even though we think we are in control of the board.
But somehow, in instances such as these, we come out somewhat winners with no losers.

It is a bond built upon pure honesty.
No lies or half truths, but pure memories and true ties.

When writing this piece I had this imagery of parallel timelines that somehow diverged and intersected into each other.

Was inspired when meeting up with a friend whom I’ve known for so many years with quite a lot of shared history.

Poetry : I Will Protect You

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It was huge anticipation,
The fear real and palpable,
You can’t ease such a tension,
You can’t turn emotions stable.

He let out a heavy sigh,
The mission loomed so near,
He couldn’t picture the outcome,
Her breath he could also hear.

He looked before him at the wall,
She standing on the other side,
She too feared for what was to come,
Feelings she could not hide.

He spoke up to her hiding his fears,
Hoping his words reached her,
“Whatever happens do be scared,”
“I will protect you rest assure,”

She was silent as she listened,
Her hand placed on her heart,
He continued still as best he could,
“We’ll never be apart.”

She choked a little at his words,
To speak but failed, she tried,
“I will be there, watch over you,”
“Even if I died.”

Time came and they made their way,
Stood before the huge device,
They choked and took many deep breaths,
Exchanging glances twice.

“It’s time right now. Are you ready?”
“It’s time for you to go,”
The Guardian said in his voice,
Heavy his words were so.

Without a word she stepped forward,
And he too followed suit,
The both of them then started it,
They removed their clothes and boots.

The purest moment when clothes fell,
Sliding onto the floor,
All that was left was bare skin,
Vulnerable, uncovered, pure.

Both looked away to hide their fears,
Vulnerable and suffocating,
Yet both snuck glances at each other,
The sight was intoxicating.

But she was a person with a mask,
Her face defiant strong,
She stepped right up onto the floor,
As if nothing was wrong.

He followed close right after her,
And stood before her still,
They stood facing each other,
The air brought with it a chill.

She maintained her look,
Strong and calm, being unafraid,
But facades put up began to fail,
True feelings showed instead.

His words mentioned to her before,
Echoed in mind and hit her,
No matter the walls and shields put up,
Truth overcomes the barrier.

He looked straight right into her eyes,
Gently he called out to her,
“It’s okay. It’ll be alright,”
“I’ll protect you, I’m right here.”

She looked at him and it came to her,
A tiny smile appeared,
His eyes pierced right into hers,
Conviction she felt assured.

And then it began, the process started,
The machine was switched on,
They both floated and they held each other,
On a journey to beyond.

It was painful and unbearable,
Body and soul torn apart,
Pain as time start to distort,
Wincing and breathing hard.

Time affects our bodies in ways,
Our bodies grow with it,
Making it go beyond its course,
The body takes a hit.

A painful journey, distortions made,
To fabric time and space,
And suddenly it was all over,
They arrived in state of daze.

She was scared, she was afraid,
She didn’t know what to do,
But then his strong arms reached out to her,
Held her safe and true.

“Hey! Hey! Look right here!”
She looked at him in kind,
“I’m right here! You’re alright!”
“We’ve made it well in time!”

His eyes brought comfort to her soul,
In all the pain and daze,
Her body felt weak, felt so dizzy,
He held her in safe embrace.

His skin on hers made her warm,
She felt secured and safe,
Her fears and emotions, doubts and all,
Faded, in his arms she caved.

It wasn’t long before the cops came,
To bring these two away,
But all was right, all was fine,
So long as he would stay.

“I will take care and protect you,”
“Watch over you I swear,”
“No matter where or how far you are,”
“Just know that I’ll be there.”

I’ll be there for you,
To protect you,
To watch over you,
Make sure no harm comes to you.

Even though she had grew,
To not have emotions true,
His words rang right through,
That in him she trusted too.


Author’s note:

This piece was inspired by a scene from the new movie Terminator Genisys.

There was something very pure, very beautiful about this scene.

You sensed fear and a building connection between two characters as they faced the unknown.

Above all, it was the idea of comforting someone you cared for and would die for that got to me. To speak one’s heart out to that person with a conviction and belief. To be able to make a promise with such conviction that it lowers the wall and allow for trust and faith to enter someone’s heart.

The emotions played by the actors was well done. Emilia Clarke who plays Sarah Connor did a good job with portraying the emotions felt when by Kyle Reese’s played by Jai Courtney spoke those words.

You could connect and hear the whispers of her heart. Inspiring and beautiful visual and performance that gave birth to this imagery and a need to write it out in words.

Poetry : As I ponder

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As I ponder,
I think not of what is now,
For the now has no place for me.

As I ponder,
I think not of what was then,
For the past is just a reminder for me.

As I ponder,
I think of what will come to be,
The problem comes from beyond to me.

As I ponder,
I do think but I am not,
One existing in what will come to be.

As I ponder,
I realise the future is not the now,
But I have no choice but to dwell there you see.

As I ponder aloud,
The voice of my mind speaks,
But it is echoed back off a wall to me.

As I scratch my head pondering,
The tears of fear and anxiety well up,
As I ponder of what to do next, help I beg and plea.

As I ponder frantically,
I have come from then to now,
But I am stuck, unmoving, I am not free.

As I ponder till fatigue come,
I close the eye of the mind,
And I slump in the corner to try and rest peacefully.

As I ponder in sadness,
I wonder now of what will be of me,
What will the future hold beyond the door of now I see.

As I ponder enviously,
I think of the luxuries of time and space,
Of breathing room that everyone has but me.

As I ponder hopelessly,
I wonder if I will ever be free,
To be cut loose from the shackles that hold and bind me.

As I ponder wishfully,
I wish there was a way out of this,
I wish there was a place for me to land softly.

As I ponder hopefully,
I hope that beyond these walls that I run into,
There will be, swaying in the wind, beautiful fields of barley.

As I ponder with eyes closed,
Whispering a prayer from the heart,
I pray for a place I can call home once again, safe and happy.

As I open my eyes and ponder on a last thought,
I look beyond to the skies, wishing ever so much,
That my heart, mind and soul can be safe and free from worry.

I can only hope.

I can only close my eyes.

I can ponder no more.

I can only start to dream.

And hopefully when I wake up,
May I have no need to ponder anymore,
For what I wish for is there, the hands to welcome me.

Home again, a place for me.

Poetry : Lightshow

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When God said “Let there be light!”,
He truly did gave us quite a sight.

Best seen when all is dark at night,
The show a splendour display so bright.

Like frantic dancing worms in the sky,
Wriggling fast among the clouds so high.

Capture a moment, pause and hold,
And see a glowing thread to behold.

With every flash of light above,
Follows with it a loud roar’s birth.

Many little children scurry and hide,
Afraid of the light and sound outside.

Often it seems the skies get hurt,
For tears tend to drop after down to earth.

But me, an older lad, am not afraid,
I see beauty behind the force instead.

As vibrant plume is to a lovely bird.
Lightning’s own majesty, be seen and heard.


 

Author’s note :

Inspired when I saw lightning dancing in the sky amongst dark rain clouds. Quite interesting view when you’re stuck in a traffic jam. Akin to fairies chasing each other.

Tribute Write 2014

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Down the corridors it echoed,
Of voices from people from before,
Of silent thoughts and memories told,
Of faces of loved ones we once saw.

Respects and apologies given out,
To those living in memories passed,
Free of shadows, fear and doubt,
Suffering in life not meant to last.

May you rest wherever you may be,
And may my life continue on,
And when time comes you I will see,
When days end and I’m restfully gone.

In memory of you, gone too soon, gone too early