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Jane in Jeopardy Oct 2016
Jane in Jeopardy Jun 2014
A child's job
is to dream;
dreams would condense
clouds of cotton candy.

shelters them
watchful sun's erratic behaviour;
if sun e'er too angry
melted clouds
can be plucked
for reminiscence.
If e'er a mass too heavy,
will pour sugary rains
of passion.

Winds have no power
to emancipate
from sheltering
the innocence of a child.
Jane in Jeopardy Jul 2014
a gentle shower
with love from the monsoon
splashing footsteps rang
a hasten pace
soon escalates
a thunderstorm of fury.

my heart
are the footprints
you left in my darkest hour.
Jane in Jeopardy Jun 2014
We* all have weights on our shoulders
                                                       ­ so
Why *discriminate
people for their weight?
We all have fats in our body
so why single out and point at that plump person
just to have a good laugh ?
Are you so insecure of yourself?
There are only two types of people in the world;
those who are happy and those who are miserable.
So don't look at our physical weight,
look at our tired shoulders
who have been carrying our emotional weight.
i am also human. Let's all learn to be less judgmental ;)
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.
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.
Jane in Jeopardy Nov 2014
still vibrant; not grey
yet sun trembles at the winds
how indecisive
Jane in Jeopardy Jun 2014
I am* the black sheep
among the *high-achievers

the sociable.
We don't
the same tune.
to them.
It is the height
lack of imagination,

*Parents love cliche, right?
Jane in Jeopardy Jul 2014
The infectious disease that festers when there is *loneliness.
Jane in Jeopardy Jul 2014
Dependent i am
on you
does it sicken you so much?
sticking by you.

Caste me away
you did
after chewing
all my flavours
blowing my elastic favours
to the limit.

No remorse
stepped on me
i am worse than ****
*at least you won't step on ****.
To people who were used by other people.
Jane in Jeopardy Jun 2014
Should i cry?
i thought i would be crying
like i once did before
in face of failures.

Should i cry?
it is human to shed tears of sadness
strangely, i don't have tears
for this sadness numbs my senses.

Should i cry?
somebody please hear me out
hear my heart drop as she loses spirit
deluding my senses from enjoyment.
I really don't know what to do but to write. The feeling of suspension between crying yet being not able to cry all this while not being able to enjoy the little pleasures in life.. :(
Jane in Jeopardy Apr 2016
I surreptitiously kissed her shining silhouette behind the curtained clouds.
Jane in Jeopardy Apr 2016
Dear Father in Heaven
I have been the unsuccessful idealist
a muted convoluted mentalist.
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
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
Jane in Jeopardy Sep 2014
Dearest Summer;

My dear friend,
Summer from the equator
smile beams with happiness
leaves me

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

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

Ti's of my heart
with an acquaintance;

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

infected me
with undying

locked me
with rigid

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.
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...
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..
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 :'(
Jane in Jeopardy Jun 2014
man abuses
man kills
God disposes
God heals.
Jane in Jeopardy Jun 2014
Please don't say you need me
You only need food, water, shelter and clothing to survive.

Please don't say you want me
I am not food for your ****.

Please don't say you will die for me
I'll ask you to jump off the cliff right away.

Please don't say you will follow me
I don't need a stalker.

Please don't say you will protect me
Because it makes you a hypocrite.

Please don't say you love me
I am not ready for another heartbreak.
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
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..
Jane in Jeopardy Nov 2014
i screamed till the night is too afraid to appear...
fear of the dark?
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.. :)
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.
Jane in Jeopardy Jun 2014
Feelings are simple,
there is no need to complicate things.

People make them cryptic
in effort of conveying them
that sometimes
they themselves too get lost
in a repetition festival of superfluous words.
Jane in Jeopardy Jun 2014
Girl, do you want a bad boy?
if you can't handle the heat,
get off the stove.

Know them:
Bad boys are bad
not there to put up some suave show
they do bad stuff with ill intentions
not just some petty mean stuff.

Identify them:
They may not even look like one
cue the handsome look
they may even act like angels
it's really hard
differentiating them
from their goody two shoes counterpart.
How i find one when there's no archetypal look??

Game plan and execution:
1. Do something to blend in,
   not asking you to dabble in crime.
2. Make them feel at ease with you
If you're hot, you can opt to skip to step 2. You can be rest assured you won't blend in like the normal plebeians.

     So open your eyes wide
you might strike the lottery!
  if you're (un)lucky you may score one
          real bad ***.
Good luck in your pursuit.

P.S: They are not a species near extinction.
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
for muted nonsense
to fill my days
Jane in Jeopardy Jul 2014
Cursive attempts;
  simple words
every juncture
dear readers
a web of confusion
blame not the spider
deceiving its prey.
to people with unreadable handwriting.
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 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..
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.
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'
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 Jul 2014
Rippled in desperation,
Hunger consumed me;
that's why
i ate
and swallowed
 written on it.
Sorry for eating
to myself
what wasn't *mine.
Plagiarism and anorexia.
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.....
                     'll be a lonely world but i'm still surviving...
i am..nothing..wish i was thin air..
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
one man's truth is another man's lie....
decide for yourself
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
just whatever random stuff...
Jane in Jeopardy Mar 2017
Forever I'll be; fantasizing about other people's happy ever after.
Jane in Jeopardy Jul 2014
She would be dressed pretty in rags
slaving like there's no tomorrow
without that bit of altruism
maybe a tad kindhearted
shrouded in materialism.

Fairy godmother's name
is money
lures her
to a game of fame
keeps silent
of its rules.

Her beauty
makes her a winner
she would
be drunk

games drawn to an end
the clock strikes twelve;
Struck her
riches to rags
the magic of money
only lasts so long
Struck her
still had not find
her one true love
at the eleventh hour.

ran out in embarrassment
left only a glass slipper.

returning to rags
a druggie for fame
with much hope
a prince charming
would remember
her to find.
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..
Jane in Jeopardy Nov 2014
the moon is forever on a it nocturnal?
questions a curious child might ask
Jane in Jeopardy Nov 2014
Hot! i hate the sun's radiant and enchanting smile..
hottest time of the day B) jealousy much?..
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.. :')
Sympathies abound  
with a withering bud
than a fallen from grace
dying full bloom.
To grow up is to be ordinary.
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.
Skeletons in your closet only proves you were once alive.
I cannot bury these bones somehow...
Jane in Jeopardy Nov 2014
Only the numerous wild flowers did notice her enigmatic beauty.
Jane in Jeopardy Jul 2014
i'm writing
without inspiration
no topic to write about
no subtle aspiration.

what do i want to achieve?

i'm writing
discovering the hollow in me
filling them up all the same.

this is my hole, my haven.
Jane in Jeopardy Jun 2014
The most effective way to poison
is to shoot straight through the heart
Cupid has been doing a fine job so far.
Jane in Jeopardy Jun 2014
In a generation of decadence
it's sad
that we cannot simply enjoy
simple civility.

Perhaps inflation
has taken a toll on our cost of living
increasing the price
we need to pay
to earn civil manners.
Jane in Jeopardy Nov 2014
shut myself
behind unspoken

shield myself
heard is
but a need

hide feelings
forsaken petals

seal words
into unbridled

protect me
Jane in Jeopardy Jun 2014
It is not punishment
if you don't feel
if there's force
anger resounded
curses pronounced.

Punitive means
can come
in the form of simplest actions,
sometimes without intentions.
Jane in Jeopardy Jul 2014
the clouds are as heavy
as your eyes are, with tears
don't let it rain over me.
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