"popcorns" poems
imagine if VCIS had escalators instead of hard stair cases
and water slides in each sides
just to keep our entertainment level high
imagine our classrooms with movie screens
instead of those pale whiteboards
where you can watch the math problems
as the ****** in this movie
while you enjoy the lessons
chomping some barbecue popcorns
imagine our canteen
as a 5 star Gorden Ramsy's
and our library with a super secret spy base
behind one of those 8 bookshelves
and our tiny comfort rooms with disco *****
so we can shake a bit while we release some bits
and our quad floor as the Pacific Ocean
because why not
imagine Koby Bryant standing in our Lakers ground
just to make our school look cool
imagine our school as a mental hospital
or a even a county called
"International Christian Republic of Victory"
for we have our own flag and an anthem to sing
imagine every extremes you had ever imagine
but once these imaginations step in the border of wishing
to change our school
VCIS will never be the same
because I like our school the way it is
it is imperfectly perfect
each of the classrooms have different crayons of personalities
where everyone fills the color of this huge painting
our windows are sealed with iron bars and covered with egg trays
but no great movies can be fun as this movie with best friends
and the those grade school students running every morning
as if I was chasing them on a 13th Friday
but they are happiest human beings I know
and even though our campus may be smaller than others
and even though there are some cracks in the edges
and even though I eat fried chicken with ketchup every single lunch
I will remember VCIS forever for that.
Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 11:00 AM UTC
A silly smile,
That will make me happy.
A kiss on my cheek,
Will make my day.
A simple hello,
Would ease my sorrow.
A grey sky will turn blue
By a stare from you.
Your voice,
Is a lullaby.
I hope you won't say goodbye.
And makes these leaves dry.
Candies and lollipops,
Popcorns and cheese on top.
Makes a perfect night,
While watching stars in rooftop.
Trains and buses,
Makes my adrenaline rush.
Like an airplane and rockets,
That fly so fast.
Mountains,rivers and seas.
Oh how I wish.
To sleep in your tryst,
And wake up with your breeze.
.
A little bit of you,
Will completely make my day.
Without any doubt that someday,
We'll be happy .
Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 8:26 AM UTC
p-olice will come after you
o-n the run
p-olice catch you
c-caught but you keep eating
o-n the run again
r-un for your life popcorns attacking you
n-othing but a dream
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 4:48 PM UTC
Now I found I, a canty fellow
Like a lark found a common twig, an unlikely chance like finding identical popcorns
As I bask in the sight, the crowds held hands as they plea nailed eternity on the cedars of calvary
Thinking I gave you all the clues, I chose to marry the eagle that conquered the stone than a crippled hawk with theories and philosophies that bind him to a chair talking like white noise on a broken idiot box.
As he asked my hand for a sip of wine, my inclination grew like curiosity for this rather unexplainable reality
"Take My hand and sip beyond the humanly" I nodded like a crow lurking beneath me was my chaperone from decades ago.
I grab held of his cloak, even to a point where all my ribbons to devote!
But my chaperone rang "fallacy!" took me by the throat refusing to let go.
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 11:16 AM UTC
First and foremost I'd great you and the audience,
Yet I'll never over-look the importance to introduce myself.
"LUNATIC"
Give me the platform!
I'd tell you and the audience,
"People can be so cruel, they'd pay bewitching you,
Yet won't smile to pay their child's tuition."
Yes meanwhile they complain of everyday costs,
Yet will not hesitate spending on useless and meaningless things.
Give me the platform!
I'd think to myself,
"Maybe I've said enough already..."
WOAH! Hold that thought, actually I need you to hear this one!
"See people will pray to sit on the front row with popcorns and toast to your downfall,
Yet won't celebrate to your victory."
Don't blame them,
Meanwhile they plan to deceit you,
Yet they'll never know God only plan to keep blessing you.
Give me the platform!
I'd ask you and the audience,
"Why people will go to church everyday,
Yet will still sin now an'everyday?"
"If people can play God for a fool,
Yet still keep their church attendance up-to-date?"
Who were you to judge, correct, question and mind people's business,
Yet forget to mind your own?
Give me the platform!
I'd emphasize that,
"Let people alone, mind your own business and live your life to the fullest,
For everyone will face their JUDGEMENT DAY!"
Give me the platform!
I'd bow.
"Thank you, GOD BLESS YOU ALL..."
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 1:50 AM UTC
For me,
love was
my favourite
pale yellow chiffon dress
or may be
my light brown hemp neck less
Brightness of diamonds
placed closely on my fingers
Or darkness of black lines
around my eyes
Love,
may be smiling, giggling or crying over long phonecalls
Or spending hours and hours
and someone’s savings
in a overcrowded mall
Tell me.
how could I realize love can be
more than my imagination,
and your life
It could be choosing
sleepless nights in dark forests
filled with pointed stones
when chances to throw your body
over a cushy bed
in a warm room
is still on
How could I know
how it feels
to take a bullet
directly on your chest
only to
protect the soil on which you were born?
And we, whom you left
in our five star rooms
to sleep peacefully
watch movies with bowls of popcorns
will never understand
what you did for us
even though
we are not related with relations
Today
When I saw you
sleeping peacefully
in the arms of tricolour
and 21-gun salute
could not touch your ear
Today when
thousands of bodies like me
with tear filled heart
raised their hand
I realized
my heart can never love the way
your heart does
and
your soul can never be touched
with my prayers
because
I have never been there
Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 7:54 AM UTC
Wilted jasmines look like popcorns
… that wasn’t very poetic, right?
I was just watching the bushes sway outside my window.
There is no wind today
Just the hot air breathing
I have turned on the A.C. and the fan grumbles quietly
I feel as if my heart is in my stomach
Huh.
**** it,
I really am forcing it out today..
Whatever
I rested my palm on my stomach
As Faizan’s strange playlist chattered nonsense
Outside the blanket shroud I had built
Around myself
And I could feel the beat
The rhythm
Like a drum or a gong
I don’t know why it matters to me
Maybe because I feet as if nothing else does
Right now
I know that sounds exactly like something
A sentimental teenager would say
I don’t know
I want to talk to myself
A heart-to-heart
I want to ask that *****
What is going on
What is wrong
What the **** is wrong, girly!?
I want to hear her ramble on about stuff
Be bored of her talk, but feel kind of happy
That I’m the one she’s confiding in
I wanna give her a hug
To show I don’t have words good enough for comfort
Which I probably do
But am too lazy to fish them out my gooey head
(Besides
I think the poor **** needs a hug)
I wanna zone out and nod along to her words
Just so she can let it out for once
But that bitch’s a *****
She acts tough and all smart
But she’s a sappy preteen girl inside
I say,
“Yo, Ayesha, you can cry, you know—”
And she goes,
“Yeah, I know.”
A flip of that inexistent hair
That she long ago butchered
And, bam, she gone.
She tells me
"Yo, Ayesha, you can cry too, you know?"
"I know" I tell her.
I don’t know what to do
So I lie around
Feeling this stupid ***** dance in my stomach
In my wrists
In my temples
I run my fingers down my neck,
Feeling for the echoes of the gong
That keeps talking, talking, talking
Untiring
As if calling me to my people
gathering us together for a battle
that is yet to be fought
yet to be fought—
yet to be ******* fought
And, hey, my
Money plant doesn’t even look rich
That *****
(Hey, I got a rhyme!)
May 27, 2021
May 27, 2021 at 10:14 AM UTC
Hot black coffee
The smell of popcorns
Corner seats
&
You and I
Still fresh memories
Of
Sunsets from when we lived
Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 3:49 PM UTC
Another huge wave will hit you
Since my pleas won't spark you
Let your heart show some mercy
One hell of a backlash, awaits you
No tongue can describe the ache
I endured once you slapped back
It was more than arrows sprinkled
Showered, shoved, turned to awake
It still bleeds, if you ever witnessed
I was drowning, you enjoyed popcorns
Watched the fatigue throw me on thorns
You howled at me till my eyes turned red
Apr 10, 2017
Apr 10, 2017 at 1:27 AM UTC
A muggy dream walked to me
Yesterday night, all roads down
The equator
With the taste of salt and sweat
And the clocks of the world
Stopped for a moment,
I wrote without papers
Of all the things he ever said.
The drama of falling from a cliff
I did not know I was dreaming,
A careful section of love letters
Obscured under leather jackets
Flew with the body, down to the sea.
My red mail box had to wait
For the Orientalist’s stories,
It did wait.
I trawled his journals and poems
Like a desperate lover hunting-
For a vilified unpublished hero.
I didn’t want to be his Halloween-
Horror night or fallen oranges of the dusk,
I wanted to be the cigars he puffed
The rancheras he sung and the clipped
Clothes that hung on his backyard.
The clichéd sappy night fall,
Physical sensation and a tight lipped smile;
I had to write poetry, chew my nails
Chop my hair to fall normal again.
Why did they not teach in schools
To pause poems and eat popcorns
Why did they not tell me
To stop my wiggly sly will?
Lover, I’m drunk in Chaucer
Sea and a monster, now I’m drowning.
Let us paint the house, draw the walls
And say sorry to malicious kids we made
Let us take photographs, hang them on
The walls and make trips back to our sacks
Let us drive the hills, sing songs
Shock the folks and live out of track.
Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 11:20 AM UTC
A lovely Creature
They are like our miniature
The day that they are born
Its like a new color in our room
They are our treasure ones
So their husbands and wives will treasure them
When that day comes
And the day when they become dads and moms.
This carbon copy of mine
Was my prince and hime
They are my bell when I come home
Gladly waiting till I got home
A noise in my house
A kids that like a mice
A dirt of popcorns and ketchup on my floor
And a loud knock at my door
Their hands was soft as mine
As i cry when i saw them on the baby's line
They are sleeping soundly
As they hold unto me so clingy
Aug 6, 2017
Aug 6, 2017 at 8:50 AM UTC
Accompany by lights
In the middle of the night
Enjoying the crunchiness of every bite
Thinking of the thoughts that i cant decide
Thinking of you makes me feel lonely
Cause all i have with you is just a memory
Running in my mind like watching a movie
Just me and the popcorns in theater B.
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 2:43 AM UTC