"unwedded" poems
I'm not unafraid
I'm just a boy
At a fragile age
As when you're sad it ruins my day
Yet I still jump naked in the lake
As if off a stage
Whilst humming melic words of unwedded love
You ruined my day
For I could see poisoned thorns above your veins
With heartstrings razed beneath my faded pane
And it was a sight I couldn't shake
I jumped in vain
Although when near I still refrain from conveying
I still need you close so darling stay
For my arms feel weak while they're still brave
Only when you sit next to me
'Cause I'd hold you close if my love you'd claim
Yet we can't thus our stillness remains
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 3:36 PM UTC
head hung low
where the road leads I will go,
it's a hard and a crooked life
when you're a dead man's unwedded bride.
the day moves slow,
where the road leads no one knows,
it's a hard and a crooked life
when you're a dead man's unwedded bride.
down by the road sits a man,
who's gray and old,
says the hardest thing I know
is to see your loved ones go.
where the wildflowers grow,
there's a lake that's dark deep and cold,
there I shall lay my bones.
down I go,
going to lay my bruised bones,
and the hardest thing they'll know,
Is to have to let me go.
Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 8:13 PM UTC
Am light headed while unwedded unselected is directed too affected by rejected then came one,
Heavenly sprung son has come to do what couldn’t be done before the opposite age of sixty-one, now he has won, valuing he, relating to each other that the time is where we see, can it be, that the time is here, while we are separated my dear, picture isn’t clear while our relation is near to a merely abstain if were physically together I couldn’t restrain to obtain all that we again could gain.
Enumerating agitating pass the waiting over rating, but he, is more I could see, after we became, we made a pact to not restrain, from all we could obtain and do, executing false truths of me and of you, became tipsy when had met, everyday I reflect, and then that day we kept directly set, oh how could we ever forget, is why we don’t we only float upon a picture perfect hope to devote him I quote, without a boast I love him most.
Summing up to submitting our relationship is never quitting only winning early on, where is it that the days have gone, echelon has dawned this is where we belong, underage deprave derange of blessings he gave without demising ever, couldn’t turn out better when we are together, no shame for he has perfect aim what it has brought have never fought, only re caught each other’s
sight I delight in him each night as we reunite our right to, would like to, we fight to, bring light to, might do.
Oct 17, 2011
Oct 17, 2011 at 1:39 PM UTC
Here is where it all begins
Back to the wall and in tears again
Feeling confined like a caged bird inside my glass coffin
Singing and pleading to be heard every so often
Oh how this silence, so deafening
Feels safe in its cruelty and listening
No fear and no demands within these walls where I wallow
Just control and defiance and feelings and words swallowed
I swear to myself "This is the last time."
But I prefer broken fairy tales over nursery rhymes
You said "Do what you need to get your mind right."
So I lie in wait on the promise of your fated, fantasy kiss
Here in our stifled and shielded unwedded bliss
Night
.... after night
.... after night
Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 9:00 PM UTC
"Cik" to "Puan"
"Encik" to "Tuan"
"Cik" to unwedded,
seemingly chaste,
selectively-sweet
glorified young women.
Men as "Encik"
regardless of marriage,
status or demeanour—
but only those
with higher,
superior
authority
as, "Tuan"?
"Bahasa jiwa bangsa,
kenapa kau nak terasa.”
These are some
of the patriarchy
in a white-collar vocabulary
that it is not so much
of the vocabulary
but the society.
Jadi aku unbottle
them all out in this rant.
Nov 30, 2020
Nov 30, 2020 at 8:27 AM UTC