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Singaporean children play to make sense of their world. i write to make sense of mine.
it is baffling that after a series of unfortunate/emotional/fulfilling events that someone would ask to use one word to describe how you feel the day was. my teacher once told me to cut down on my sentences because apparently ‘shut up!’ was more effective than ‘shut up you are very noisy and disturbing me.’ "but," i protested, "i am a long-distance runner. my periods end far past the 400m mark. besides my ‘and’s are your punctuation equivalent and my full stop your ‘the end’ because i can’t stop won’t stop not when my chest is so full of air and lead and pounds like a mad man locked up not when there are tyre marks and red lights be ****** not when dots and curves and dashes feel like moving day as though you can pack feelings into neat spaces.” how i feel my day is is not an entity to fulfill your collection of singular adjectives because no one word explains the comfort of a dear friend in a day with too many questions and far too few answers because the dictionary cannot match being sad and angry for being sad and annoyed for being angry for being sad. so know that when i say ‘good’ or ‘bad’ or even ‘reflective’ they are poor substitutes for all the nouns and prepositions i force back down.
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Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 1:05 PM UTC
today is a run-on sentence
i. in an attempt to encourage selflessness, they say: "actions speak louder than words." actions save others but words save ourselves. we all have an irrational desire to rescue people but sometimes it’s ourselves that need salvation. ii. there are so many ways to be brave and even more to break a heart. i don’t know how but you managed to accomplish them all. iii. it takes only a height of 3cm of water to drown so when our children play in the shallow pool, we never let them out of sight but we forget that we are 60 percent water and more people have drowned in this body without anyone ever knowing. iv. if Man is measured in degrees of light some would be the greyest of grey because no one can tell where their light begins and where their shadow ends. v. someone once asked me when did i first realise that life was short. 10 minutes past midnight on a March morning, when i found out that no one could ever possibly love you enough for you to stay (yourself included).
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Jul 13, 2013
Jul 13, 2013 at 9:50 PM UTC
five things you taught me
thank you for thinking so highly of me but i think you are mistaken. that girl you see, she is intelligent, capable, ambitious, pretty **** impressive all round. nope, not me. so please dim that expectation in your eyes - it hurts mine. i am not a cube, nor any shape you can name; i would not fit in your fancy box with your fancy label to be shipped off to your fancy institution. history would tell you that i am quite the rebel but i have paved my own way. do not yank me down the road as another of your success stories. i will not budge. not an inch.
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May 11, 2013
May 11, 2013 at 2:45 AM UTC
wayward