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Jan 9 · 339
Of Flowers
Sympathies abound  
with a withering bud
more
than a fallen from grace
dying full bloom.
To grow up is to be ordinary.
Jan 7 · 181
Delete (10 w)
Your existence is a testament to my unending terrible embarrassment
Why can't I permanently delete draft poems straight away??? What is happening to Hello Poetry?  I have been here for almost 5 years and I kinda miss the old format :'(
Jan 7 · 91
Past
Skeletons in your closet only proves you were once alive.
I cannot bury these bones somehow...
Jan 6 · 446
Every time
Every time I hear of you--
I wonder what when wrong
that you would choose
another over me.

The cogwheels of my brain
would constantly rewind
to the very day we meet;
the nerves I had prior
and the brief good memories.

This bitter nostalgia
reminded me of
my foolish sense of hope
that I was the special one
among many others--

Only when I was told
that I was rejected
did I realise...
I was only a pitiful jester;
dancing and joking
for your fancy
on that very day.

I could not help thinking,
being rejected on a Christmas eve
is a terrible Christmas present,
and also the only Christmas present I had.

They say that it was not His will--
But they also did not know...
Perhaps it was His will
that I spend the dead morning of Christmas
soaking my pillow in tears
while nursing a overactive mind.

And yes, I saw you again on New Years Eve--
from afar, where everyone was celebrating
of their successful association with you
with delirious hopefulness and motivation...
Meanwhile, I was made to
welcome the New Year all alone
with tears in memory of your rejection.
Happy belated New Year.
So yes, I will not have ****** expectations and resolutions for 2019. I will be realistic.
Dec 2018 · 9
Untitled
Jane in Jeopardy Dec 2018
Yes, I am getting rid of you!
Get your **** off!
You are not entitled...
You cannot remain a 'draft'
while sitting comfortably
forever in my delete section.

Go forth and earn your keep
As a pathetic attempt
At pretentious poetry
And you deserve not a name
Nor hashtag
For you were once forsaken.
Just can't stand to see something under the delete section...
Dec 2018 · 246
Tears
Jane in Jeopardy Dec 2018
How can a wound be identified--
When people only heed tears
but only with blood;
but only to tears
will the eyes bleed.

People can be ignorant--
For their hearts,
may no longer be filled with blood
but rather tears
circulating till they cause
tears deep within.

These tears each person has in life
forms a unique habit
which does not come in free size;
Some will drown in it
before anyone identifies
the wound.
habits = clothes or conduct;  tears = dual meaning
Oct 2018 · 554
Today
Jane in Jeopardy Oct 2018
Yes, I am no poet
In fact, my 'pieces' are pretentious
but this is my dear diary
where i relieve my fright tonight
of the lonely awakening of tomorrow morning.

So I choose to live in the shadows of the quiet night
and dream sweet dreams in the busy daylight
where nobody is my judge
where nobody is my lord
where nobody is my god.
insomnia
May 2018 · 290
To: Clock
Jane in Jeopardy May 2018
Clock, you hear yourself ticking into a thrice morning cry?
Be ashamed.
Be very ashamed.
Aren't you shameless for my heartbeat mimicry?


Clock, do you see yourself in the mirror?
Be embarrassed.
Be very embarrassed.
Aren't you embarrassed at the dawn of this quarter-faced horror?


Clock, do you need to tingle my body?
Be abashed.
Be very abashed.
Aren't you abashed for keeping conscience awake in my body?


Clock, did you need to greet the morning thrice?
Be disconcerted.
Be very disconcerted.
Aren't you disconcerted to be lying not once, not twice, but thrice?


Yes, Clock. You.
Stop pointing your finger in a second
Stop depending on opinions in second
Stop and stand still
    Face where your seconds are due.
Hello, poetry.
It's been a long time since. I know I'm pathetic wishing for people to pay attention to my 3 A.M efforts which extended to a 4 A.M. If you're reading this note by chance, I just wanna say thank you for noticing my efforts- useless or otherwise. Ah well, I'm still not good at writing long pieces = (
Apr 2017 · 308
Taking a Wife
Jane in Jeopardy Apr 2017
She did not choose to place her life in jeopardy;
She was never decreed as property
She was never decreed as liability
She never gave up her liberty
She did not give up her ability...
But
She will sacrifice much opportunity
and perhaps*
*She will sacrifice her virginity.
This is a universal message to all men who intend to take a wife. *
Jane in Jeopardy Apr 2017
This day someone lost a parent--
This is a day I often thought
This is a day I've always imagined
This day I will forever be unprepared for
This day I hope will never come for me
Hence, Dear Father in heaven...
"Please do not realise this day for me."
Someone who loved singing passed away is probably singing in heaven now
Apr 2017 · 765
April's Fool
Jane in Jeopardy Apr 2017
The biggest fool of all is "I",
As in the first to begin,
but the last to finish,
After a march so long;
Used and discarded like tasteless gum.

"Ah! Why does the rain echo my tears--
does the winds my sigh?"
The sigh of a fool
The sigh that was shut out
The sigh nobody hears.
Happy April Fool.. Life is just a never ending maze of pain and unexpected sadness.
Mar 2017 · 241
Nostalgia
Jane in Jeopardy Mar 2017
Let me leave a gift to the unknown
The present to the unknown
Let the shackles of "now" be broken;
As my feet be freed by broker--*
To step back into the past
Return to a time extinguished too fast
Let me ere live in everlasting replay
*My passé happiest display.
Discovered the term Nostalgia Depression. What I would give to relive all my happiest moments.. :')
Mar 2017 · 413
Lullaby at Night (10w)
Jane in Jeopardy Mar 2017
Forever I'll be; fantasizing about other people's happy ever after.
Oct 2016 · 513
*SHOUTING* (10 w)
Jane in Jeopardy Oct 2016
I AM SHOUTING FOR THE WORLD TO HEAR
IN SILENCE
Oct 2016 · 257
Tools and Trade
Jane in Jeopardy Oct 2016
My tools--
My pencils are not sharp
My pen has no ink
My paint is too diluted
How should I fool the world
With my art?
How should I conceal behind
the shadows of my craft?
All that is left of my trade is
To face the world--
To face the music.
Oct 2016 · 361
My Mirror
Jane in Jeopardy Oct 2016
Cold cannot melt ice
Heat cannot extinguish fire

We were wrong;
We thought
Each our shadows
Could shield us
from unpredictable storms.

We were wrong;
We thought
Our hands
Could support
Our crumbling soul.

We were wrong;
We were right
It is all an illusion
Wake up from confusion...

Cold cannot melt ice
Heat cannot extinguish fire

Life in black and white is but a lie
My mirror--
My dear reflection.
Friends who are so alike that they become disagreeable to each other..
Jul 2016 · 369
Almost A Century
Jane in Jeopardy Jul 2016
With no possible maps nor signs

Higher than the Everest pinnacle

Braving poverty damning thorns

Against tidal waves of angst youth

Congratulations, you have conquered World War II;

                                                        
There is not enough time for celebration--

You are the soldier

Onto your next battle

Depreciated in value
                      
Shunned for weakness

Scorned as a burden

All battles must end with a narrated full stop

You did your best; you fought the good fight!

Time is too short for anything-- may you read this letter in heaven.            


P. S: Congratulations, It was almost a century since.
An ode to grandmothers who are burdened with children in youth and loneliness in old age.
May 2016 · 360
Happy Birthday 2.0
Jane in Jeopardy May 2016
Dear timekeeper, do pass this message to a young girl:-
Tell her not to grow up
Do everything she can.
If only she knew how lonely she would become
she would not be able to comprehend
but make her understand
there will be a day where
nobody will blow her birthday candles
nobody would sing her birthday song
nobody will even spend time with her
as she continuously wrinkles over in sadness;
let her condense back into the surface of the earth
in her happy beautiful self.
Apr 2016 · 266
Dawn (10 words)
Jane in Jeopardy Apr 2016
I surreptitiously kissed her shining silhouette behind the curtained clouds.
Apr 2016 · 557
Her Story
Jane in Jeopardy Apr 2016
She was unique;
Her story was not.
Clutching a torn teddy
imprinting ****** footprints
while she absconds
from her assailant
she calls 'mama'
until
a good Samaritan replied
placed her in an institution
caged with other children
where they hate 'mama',
they beat her
till she called 'mama' no more.
Jane in Jeopardy Apr 2016
I don't want to drown among the lovesick poets--
They wax lyrical about love all day
Moan in pleasure in the night
Convert to a religion of romanticism--
Fuels them high on romantic idealism
till they fall back down to grounds of realism;
Turning into the brokenhearted poets I want to avoid--
They wax lyrical of their 'wounds' all day
Moan about their pain all night
as if the sky fell down;
To these poets, I'll give you a word of advice:-
Yours is not the worst on the plate;
*be prepared to suffer pain if you only want pleasure.
Yes, I lost count of how many lovesick or heartbroken poems I've seen on this site. I don't get the why most people here are only inspired by romantic love.
Apr 2016 · 816
Dear God
Jane in Jeopardy Apr 2016
Dear Father in Heaven
I have been the unsuccessful idealist
a muted convoluted mentalist.
Sincerely,
May this open prayer
Transcend through fear--

Dear Father in Heaven
Don't take them away from me
Why did you abandon me?!
Thus this body is now an empty shell
No spirit to dwell

Dear Father in Heaven
You said let there be light
I may be blinded by your light
but
my soul as a whole
warped into black hole

Dear Father in Heaven
Give me reprieve
Please spare me the grief,
My wounds! They bleed tears--
Rip my heart open with shears.
An open prayer for the depressed
Oct 2015 · 176
What can you do?
Jane in Jeopardy Oct 2015
There are no shadows in this world
for your secrets to hide
Look! It's a big bright world
that's never on your side.
- What can you do?-
Jun 2015 · 641
tongue
Jane in Jeopardy Jun 2015
I was seduced by your tongue.
From the menu in it's ripe pink
bequeathed with syllables
of toxic waste pronounced;
production rivaling the healthiest liver
in this materialistic marketplace.

Still it is a delicate decadence
not for the faint-heart by recommendation
can only be served in it's ****** state
never preserved with age nor maturity
for it's zest for life can never be tainted
even when cooked
it still wags on and on....
churning more poison.

I placed my order
may the best man win,
I was not a coward.
Bon appetite.
Feb 2015 · 695
death of muse
Jane in Jeopardy Feb 2015
She was beautiful
rolling of silken tresses
cascading her delicate shoulders
as if Niagara falls
i drawn of her beauty from afar.

She was unkind
her feet was bitten with wanderlust
i could never fetter those feet
with letters written
from her flighty dancing and bouncing.

She was skilled
she snowballed inspiration in her hands
caused diarrhea of ideas in my head
she laughed at me
while i made a mess
over my incompetence.

She was
a past, a history
abandoned her starving soul
till she left, died
and now my hands are left paralysed
paralysed in reminiscence
of her sweet voice...
Jan 2015 · 511
skin
Jane in Jeopardy Jan 2015
The largest *****
Cannot be changed
Patterns, shapes and colours
Like clothes.

Like clothes
Somehow not all people
Are shaped like talented models
We are ashamed.

We are ashamed
Of our many different colours
Not able to blend in;
Called-out like a sore thumb.

Called-out like a sore thumb
By that somebody; friend or foe
Who always sees the ugliest
Patterns telling these tales.

Patterns telling these tales
Of our lives and our destiny, maybe
Perhaps why we can never transplant;
Change our skin like clothes.
Jan 2015 · 649
Untitled
Jane in Jeopardy Jan 2015
Frog jumping
across
the moon
of floating lilies
sees peonies
bloomed in her eyes
fell
into the mouth
of a carp
sleeping.
Dec 2014 · 904
gibberish
Jane in Jeopardy Dec 2014
i can tell
there's something
breeding in me
i just cannot identify
the need
to quench
the constant thirst
addiction?
for muted nonsense
to fill my days
with
gibberish.
Dec 2014 · 484
wet shirt
Jane in Jeopardy Dec 2014
Like all wet clothes;
The body bleeds tears
Worn-out sleeves wrinkled
The soul awaits
The coming of its shriveled form.

To be hung up dry
Forgotten
Till the storms
Wash it into another journey
Of new dimensions.
Dec 2014 · 774
lopsided smile
Jane in Jeopardy Dec 2014
His arms failed to reach around her wide lopsided smile.
Her mind played silly word games with her lisps
His feet tapped in no choreographed motion; ambiguity
Her tongue tastes wine with no knowledge
His fingers circled in absentminded anticipation
Her warmed hands circled in rubbing
His first dinner date
Her blind date
His date
Her
just whatever random stuff...
Nov 2014 · 648
simple
Jane in Jeopardy Nov 2014
no..no..no...
with reluctance
became my favourite word..
i did not
carve myself
into
a chaotic mess of a Julia set
nor did i
speak
a labyrinth of crosswords.

i have
one of everything you have
and
two of everything you have
and yet
we are no mirror of each other;
but
my hands are extended
when your hands are not

as if
you were such a simpleton
the easiest book to be judged by its cover
and yet
you are such a simpleton
for
judging me by my cover
writing me off
before you read my contents..

please don't say
i'm weird...you were just lazy
to try
to solve this problem
to you
was complex like Julia set
build upon
thousands of crossword puzzle..
i can't count the number of people who don't understand me or don't even make the effort to understand me in my life, they think they know what's best..well whatever, probably i do not understand them as well ?
Nov 2014 · 296
plain jane (10 w)
Jane in Jeopardy Nov 2014
Only the numerous wild flowers did notice her enigmatic beauty.
Nov 2014 · 174
evening (10 w)
Jane in Jeopardy Nov 2014
i screamed till the night is too afraid to appear...
fear of the dark?
Nov 2014 · 369
night (10 w)
Jane in Jeopardy Nov 2014
the moon is forever on a night-shift..is it nocturnal?
questions a curious child might ask
Nov 2014 · 226
noon (10 w)
Jane in Jeopardy Nov 2014
Hot! i hate the sun's radiant and enchanting smile..
hottest time of the day B) jealousy much?..
Nov 2014 · 194
every morning (10w)
Jane in Jeopardy Nov 2014
Rejoice! You made it here before being interrupted by death..
every morning is worth celebrating, no matter how bad your day is gonna be.. :)
Nov 2014 · 229
spring (haiku)
Jane in Jeopardy Nov 2014
willows a humming
graceful flowers pirouetting
once again a preface
Nov 2014 · 229
autumn (haiku)
Jane in Jeopardy Nov 2014
still vibrant; not grey
yet sun trembles at the winds
how indecisive
Nov 2014 · 239
summer (haiku)
Jane in Jeopardy Nov 2014
frail fallen maple leaves
feeds the wild fiery heat
indefinite rage
Nov 2014 · 229
winter (haiku)
Jane in Jeopardy Nov 2014
a winter solace
breath of melted snowflakes
sigh of soliloquy
Nov 2014 · 381
popular
Jane in Jeopardy Nov 2014
shut myself
behind unspoken
silence

shield myself
heard is
but a need

hide feelings
behind
forsaken petals

seal words
into unbridled
memories

protect me
from
popularity
Nov 2014 · 1.0k
tick tock tick tock
Jane in Jeopardy Nov 2014
tick tock tick tock
tonight,
the sand of time disperses
i'll be an inventor
invent my fairy tale
mary sue be my name
everybody be my friend
prince be my knight in shining armor
a majestic palace will be where we call home
skies always be pretty blue
fields a grassy green
and
we will all live happily ever after
until
sand of time is almost all scattered
after all sand castles were never stable
my alarm clock attempts to wakes me up
and
i'll wish to never wake up again...
tick tock tick tock
life goes on again till the day my clock expires..
Nov 2014 · 387
i am
Jane in Jeopardy Nov 2014
i am apathy
here i am writing for nobody to read
talking to no one to listen
speaking for nobody to hear

i am pathetic
there's nobody willing to pay attention
i wonder why i have yet to reach the hollows of depression
or am i already in beyond my realisation..?

i am sad
worthless 21 years
used and manipulated
never appreciated nor important

i am angry
all you ****** people
treat me like disposable
calling me despicable

i am self-centered
i don't want to care about you
i'll start caring for me
it'll be just me, mine and myself
from now on.....
                               ...it'll be a lonely world but i'm still surviving...
i am..nothing..wish i was thin air..
Nov 2014 · 6.8k
happy birthday
Jane in Jeopardy Nov 2014
happy birthday to you
this song i sing to you
always a song to you
never a song to me from you

happy birthday to you
this gift is from me to you
a friendship obligation towards you
but never remembered by you

happy birthday to you
here i am eating with you
smiling for the birth of you
while all i had was an online greeting from you

happy birthday to you
perhaps it never crossed you
that i have a birthday just like you
and i have yet to celebrate mine with you
enough of 'friends' who just want you to celebrate their birthdays and never make effort to celebrate your birthdays..so much for 'friends'..thank you for making me jealous all the lucky people out there who have friends to celebrate their birthdays while i have none..i have no friends..**** life..
Nov 2014 · 794
empty
Jane in Jeopardy Nov 2014
You can either see
a glass half empty or half full
either way there's still something
what if there's nothing to be seen?

I am that empty glass
void of contents
no room for friends
no dreams for sympathy
incarcerated by cynics
locked by betrayal

I tried filling this empty glass with many shed tears;
yet that black hole keeps vacuuming
till all that remains
painful loneliness

I tried asking for Answers
Silence was the Answer
what sort of answer is silent?
I refuse this absurd paradox

I tried feeling this empty glass
with pathetic poetry
I got no appreciation
for each word i put every thought into.

These are the reasons
empty glass remain thus
clanging
in the midst of a noisy world

So label this glass fragile
only time will tell
this glass to break
there would be fiasco
I'll save you a front seat.
this is one of my longest..
Oct 2014 · 8.6k
lies
Jane in Jeopardy Oct 2014
lies are dots....
      obscures the truth     yet resembles the truth
so share     these dots
   connect   them
and see the bigger picture    known as the truth
but
one man's truth is another man's lie....
decide for yourself
Sep 2014 · 339
unimpressive haiku
Jane in Jeopardy Sep 2014
It lures nobody;
mediocrity of a pen
pieces unnoticed.
i feel sad when people unfollow me..it's happening..i can't prevent it, i'm terrible..yet i still write to be heard..apparently words spoken are too soft..
Sep 2014 · 431
Dearest Summer
Jane in Jeopardy Sep 2014
Dearest Summer;

My dear friend,
Summer from the equator
Your
smile beams with happiness
leaves me
warmth
     overjoyed.

Cloud did not
our loving conversation interfered
Wind did not
our amicable words interrupted

yet
limbs of mine
turn freezing numb
hands of mine
keep growing cold.

Ti's of my heart
decided
with an acquaintance;
Winter.

It was then;
A feast for love
dearest Spring has prepared
    in desires of excesses
  got us acquainted

infected me
with undying
loneliness

locked me
with rigid
sadness.

Thus,
please do not misunderstand;
may our friendship
continue when the season ends.
it's just sadness :'(
19th March 2017: This poem more than 2 years ago was written when I was humiliated by a teacher in a class. I really disliked the fiery lady who did that to me. She was the haughty rich woman and I am the nobody; of course she could say whatever she wants. When I wrote this poem, there was no anger. There was just sadness.  I certainly did not expect her to succumb to her illness on the 17th of March 2017.  Rest in Peace, my teacher. May the anger, pain, and sufferings of your soul be extinguished.
Sep 2014 · 320
deep blue
Jane in Jeopardy Sep 2014
Blue spills
transcending borders
rush forward in vigour
pull back in cowardice
cradle of life
pleas to remedy
the cruel irony
delivered to the hands
seek and robbed.
i still don't know how to write long poetry...if this even makes sense..
Sep 2014 · 230
Untitled
Jane in Jeopardy Sep 2014
This ink is tasteless
so unlike the desire of the pen;
the hands of agony
bleeds in frustration
anger propelling many wastes.

Fingers many a tapping
knocking on the door of inspiration;
Alas !
all that remains is the dead black night
mirrored in a ubiquitous cup of coffee
bearing more tasteless inks
wasting the passionate desire of lamps.
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