#67 Burdened

“Burdened”

My voice echoes down till the ocean floor
Creating a rhythmic wave of bubbles.
Never has this event happened before.
Now I swim a river full of troubles.

Droplets of dew forming around my sight
Stretching ‘cross the el’gant moonlight meadows.
The moon then greeted me, “My lady night,
What brings you to carry such a rubble?”

I replied, “If only you understand
The predicament that I’m going through.
‘Tis hard and inevitable for man
To not reminisce and then gaze at you.”

Written on Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Theme: Reminiscence | Stanzas: 3 | Lines: 12
Rhyming sequence: ABAB | Syllabic range: All-10

#55 Marionette

“Marionette”

Tied up with a string; don’t know anything.
Sturdy yet so frail; just wanted to bail!
Likened as the clothes of a mannequin,
Complete all the goals ordered by the Queen.
Being moved ’round by a remote control.
Completely bounded to this single world.
A simple puppet that does nothing wrong.
Just some regrets like cannot sing a song.
Weakened by its sheer indecisiveness
Yet coming back home ’cause of enticements.
Limited by arduous challenges.
So deeply affected like allergens.
‘Tis the hapless life of dear marionette.
For the Queen’s satisfaction it spoonfeds.

Written on Saturday, July 16, 2011
Theme: Reminiscence | Stanzas: 1 | Lines: 14
Rhyming sequence: AABB-> | Syllabic range: All-10

#54 First Impression, Bad Expectations

“First Impression, Bad Expectations”

Back to school again with a bunch of homework.
Better review radicals to not flop like a dork.
When I saw my teacher during recess,
I suddenly felt great anxiety and stress.

Her hair’s dyed brown instead of black.
Speed and skill she terribly lacks.
I fear that this high school year
Will be another big pain in the rear.

She’s slow as expected from a senior,
But why is she still teaching juniors?!
It’s not like I hate her that much,
But at a glance, she doesn’t seem to have the touch.

Written on Monday, June 20, 2011
Theme: Reminiscence | Stanzas: 3 | Lines: 12
Rhyming sequence:  AABB | Syllabic range: Unordered

Who knew that my sister’s teacher nine years ago would be my teacher as well? Not only that, but coincidentally, we are both in section two. That teacher has been teaching for 50 years. This school year, she resigned, because…

#53 Broken Smile

“Broken Smile”

I know you just can’t help it,
But I know I can feel it.
The smile on your face,
Even though a subtle trace,
Is a hint of a broken smile.
You might not notice for a while,
But it’s quite obvious, you see.
Putting one on’s not a breeze.

On the outside, you look sappy,
But in the inside, you’re not happy.
Fake happiness you’re clinging.
Feeling fine’s what you’re trying.
However, behind the scenes,
What you’re thinking we’ll foresee
Is that you’re all glad,
But the truth is, you’re plain sad.

Written on Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Theme: Reminiscence | Stanzas: 2 | Lines: 16
Rhyming sequence: AABBCCDD | Syllabic range: Unordered

#44 Alone

“Alone”

There was a certain day
When I felt great misery.
From them I’m so far away.
Inside me’s a desp’rate plea.

Please take me with you.
I’m lost in this huge crowd.
My soul is feeling so blue.
A soft voice trying to be loud.

Can’t make it all by myself.
So desperate for a companion.
I see them laughing with themselves.
There’s a deep wish for union.

Rage, hatred, or lust–I can’t tell.
I have so much mixed feelings.
Could explode but was saved by the bell.
I suffer even more in dealings.

My eyes are getting dampened.
I really want to escape;
I am so deeply saddened.
Don’t know if I’ll treat them with hate.

Away from the rest
Trying to keep it all inside.
Persevering this hard test.
My thoughts I’dd never confide.

I believe I just hated myself
For my failures and everything else.
This isn’t the first prob I’ve dealt.
Locked up alone in this realm.

Tomorrow is another day.
What will happen to me?
One chance I can run away,
But will they care to see?

So alone and out of place.
Got no one to even talk to.
They don’t really notice my face.
Well then, how about you?

Written on Saturday, May 28, 2011
Theme: Reminiscence | Stanzas: 9 | Lines: 36
Rhyming sequence: ABAB | Syllabic range: Unordered

When you are in great emotion, brainstorm really  happens. But sometimes, those dark emotions translate into a really dark poem…

#42 Cursed World

“Cursed World”

Once you step inside,
There’s no going out.
The atmosphere gives you fright
And makes you want to shout.

It’s only one way.
When you’re there, you’d fret,
“I wish I could run away.
This choice I really regret.”

This world is like a Pandora’s Box,
Because no one can save your soul.
The path ahead is full of rocks.
Feels like you no longer have a pulse.

It’s such a sad predicament,
Because you’ve done nothing wrong.
The state that is current
Is to just sing a little song.

“Today’s been a ton of trouble.
What’s in store for me tomorrow?
Is it the same thing but doubled?
Because I can’t take anymore sorrow…”

Written on Saturday, May 28, 2011
Theme: Reminscence | Stanzas: 5 | Lines: 20
Rhyming sequence: ABAB | Syllabic range: Unordered

Scars of freshman remain in my head that day, though it doesn’t affect me anymore.

#33 Endless Nightmare

“Endless Nightmare”

A year has passed; what have I learned?
Oh how I regret doing so many things…
Thinking ’bout the past–feel my head burn.
That nightmare before made me cringe.

Never knew them till that day.
Never previously seen their faces.
Never thought they’re evil in many ways.
Even now I can still see traces.

Their voices make a stampede.
A deep scar to your head.
No way can you even compete.
Their skulls are tough as lead.

Such a heavy predicament.
I just want to be free.
On their ways I comment,
“Their faults they never concede.”

Peace was lacking in my heart.
Turbulence was present.
Maybe I should try once more from the start
To see if troubles would lessen.

Written on Thursday, May 5, 2011
Theme: Reminiscence | Stanzas: 5 | Lines: 20
Rhyming sequence: ABAB | Syllabic range: Unordered

Although it’s been two years since my freshman nightmare, the scar remains in my head to this day…

#28 Boredom

“Boredom”
It kills.

Sitting on the corner
Doing nothing but ponder.
So bored like a goner.
Might as well go for a deep slumber.

Woke up after a minute or two.
The skies are still crisp and blue.
Can’t think of other things to do.
Not having fun even though my game’s new.

The clock’s ticking so slowly
That it’s making me go crazy.
I’m just lying on my bed being lazy.
My mind’s becoming slow and hazy.

Same routine every single time.
I kill the hours by flipping a dime,
Yawn at a guy performing a mime,
And be unsurprised at one’s crime.

All my actions are the same.
You may think that I’m lame.
I have only myself to lame,
‘Cause my wild side is tame.

Written on Monday, April 4, 2011
Theme: Reminiscence | Stanzas: 5 | Lines: 20
Rhyming sequence: AAAA | Syllabic range: Unordered

#21 Lost then Found

“Lost then Found”
My High-tec.

Seeing you on her hand
Makes me really sad.
I lost you in this very land.
To take you swiftly, is that bad?
You’re about to run out like sand
Slowly, with you on the hand of the lad.
“Poor Mr. Pen!” Andrea said.
If I could get it back, I’ll be glad!
I think about it even on the bed.
Without it, I feel very sad.
Before dismissal, I approached her with a face red.
My thoughts were swirling. Will she get mad?

Calling her name, she looked at me.
I asked about the pen she owned.
She pulled it out, “This one, you mean?”
I explained, hoping she won’t moan.
Everything worked out from what I’ve seen.
He picked it up when it was accidentally thrown.
Sorry if I have forsaken you.
I’ll take better care of my friend.
Your color’s awesome–a mix of red and blue.
People should find it the new color trend!
I will try to never drop you
Or else your tip will bend.

Written on Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Theme: Reminiscence | Stanzas: 2 | Lines: 12
Rhyming sequence: ABAB-> | Syllabic range: Unordered

There was a time in school when my favorite violet-inked high-tec (similar to a G-tec) went missing. A month later or so, I discovered it on the hands of my fellow classmates whom I’m not so close with. I really wanted to get to back, but I was too shy (and I was also kind of mad because I saw that the ink went down so much compared to the last time I used it). That entire week, that pen was in my head the whole time. I couldn’t even sleep properly. It’s that terrible, my goodness. I even thought of getting it back without her (cause the guy, who found it, gave it to the girl who’s also my classmate) permission. Of course, my conscience was telling me a big fat NO and is pulling me when I think about it. Eventually, I just went up to her and asked for it nicely. She gave it back of course and also told the guy that I’m the one who owns the pen (apparently, he just found it lying on the floor…) Hooo…memories… ^.^

#16 A Wish for Perservance

“A Wish for Perseverance”

The days of sophomore are beginning to wrap up.
Has two-three improved or jerked to a full stop?
Don’t tell me you guys have surrendered…
C’mon! Move! Rise up like an early bird!

No one wants to be left behind, right?
So don’t give up–get on with it and fight!
Radicals and sigmas may be hunting you down,
But that doesn’t mean you lose and frown!

It’s just a few days more–we can all endure!
By grinding today, tomorrow you’ll be sure!
Just a little more, and we’ll all be free
From this, and we can be happy and glee!

So behave now. Is that such a hard task?
Arrange the chairs, clean up, and make it fast!
Those electronics of yours, turn it off
Before they get mad and stop being soft.

Easy now, don’t give me that glare.
You’ll have your own time soon to be fair.
Control yourself from becoming a wild bear
Or else you’ll make everyone stare.

Sequel to #15 A Wish for Change

Written of Thursday, March 3, 2011
Theme: Reminiscence | Stanzas: 5 | Lines: 25
Rhyming sequence: AABB | Syllabic range: Unordered

Sophomore classroom situation again. This time, it’s about the end of the school year.

Radicals and sigma notations were the lessons during the time of writing. The final exams are nearing too, hence the first line. Even if my classmates are failing, they seem to be nonchalant and act the same as the past three grading periods. This is the last of the three-poem series on my wishes.