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 Jul 2014 Nur Aishah Azman
Kay La
I'm not liking the thought of looking at myself
and seeing all the stress of my mother
and the heavy eyes of my father.
Looking into the mirror and seeing a reflection of myself
a reflection of who's a burden on their shoulders.
I just want to be better.
To be better than my anger within.
My anger towards myself.
My anger towards the 'me' I didn't realize existed.
Wanna leave it all on the shelf.
Wanna writhe myself of this system.
Not sure how to explain my bitter soul
Besides showing you my reflection
of my parents' expressions I stole.
 Jul 2014 Nur Aishah Azman
Lex
Ever since birth, she's been your little song bird.
She'd sit on the foot of your bed and sing to you as you fell asleep at night.

Even when you're angry with her, she'll make you happy by singing you a song.

Even when you're disappointed in her, she'll gain your faith by singing you a song.

Even when you yell at her, she'll gain your forgiveness by singing you a song.

Even when you disagree with her, she'll compromise by singing you a song.

Even when she's battered and scarred, and broken and crushed by life itself, and is aching for the freedom she so desperately needs,
She'll always sit at the foot of your bed like she did ten years ago, and be your little song bird.
I love you mom.
I'll always come back to you no matter what.
Even though sometimes I don't show it properly, I'll always be your little songbird.
It starts with an idea, thus it is conceived
It grows over time, forming line after line
It consists of nouns, verbs, adjectives
It sometimes takes minutes or hours, or days ,or years
to fully form, It can be laborious starting with a rough draft
at times several papers pile up in the trash
It can consist of similes and metaphors, or take a short story form
It grows more until it is complete, thus the poem is born, after it arrives like a proud parent you look at the poem and declare it is good and ready to share

The poem can be personified, it can touch human emotion it can invoke sadness  and or happiness or at times touch our funny bone or remind us of a past romance, or the good old days

In the end the effort can be worthwhile especially if it can produce a smile
They say you're beautiful
They say you're the only person they'll ever truly love
They say they'd always be there for you
Whenever you'd need them the most
They say they'd take a bullet
And die for you
They say they'd climb the highest mountains
And sail the endless seas
Just to be with you

...Reality Check

They say many thing
They are deceiving and cunning
They are full of lies
They only want to take advantage
They think you are a nobody
And they don't care
They are inhumane
And they are wrong!
sometimes
I wonder
if everyone’s blind
or if this smile
is just a good disguise.
But really
it isn't that hard to see
when every night
she cries to sleep.
It doesn’t mean
she doesn’t hurt
though she doesn’t bleed.
Everyone suffers differently.
We are all in pain.

— The End —