#15 A Wish for Change

“A Wish For Change”

It’s fourth grading now; what do we have here?
Section two-three is still so noisy; oh dear…
Everyday the class is like a market
No matter how much the teacher threats.

Define chaos for me.
Does it describe two-three perfectly?
Peace–I want it so much!
Perfect silence–I don’t think in here there’s such.

The students are not just noisy,
But also, man! They’re so lousy!
They talk so much; they no longer understand
Even though the teacher gives them a reprimand!

Seeing them in class gives you a bad impression
That makes you have a shocked expression.
Pity the hardworking teachers
Who’re still asking for late papers of research.

The days before summer are thinning down.
I hope that everyone would turn around
And over a new leaf before the exams come
Or else they’ll regret the things they’ve done.

Sequel to #8 A Wish for Peace
Prequel to #16 A Wish for Perseverance

Written on Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Theme: Reminiscence | Stanzas: 5 | Lines: 20
Rhyming sequence: AABB | Syllabic range: Unordered

Woot~ Finally posted a poem I wrote in 2011!  This poem describes the classroom life in 2-3. Oh how I really wish 2-3 was a better class. Just in case you didn’t know, this poem is the continuation of . Sophomore classroom situation. From the start till the end of the school year, 2-3 remains as the noisiest section… =.=

#8 A Wish for Peace

“A Wish for Peace”

Almost everyone in class is getting too noisy
That it’s beginning to drive me crazy.
If they would just shut up for an hour,
Things would be peaceful, and teacher wouldn’t be so sour.

From seven to four, all they do is talk.
Our teacher’s frustrated, ready to throw a chalk.
Oh my gosh, everyone, can’t you stop?
I’m so annoyed that I’m ready to drop!

Blah blah blah, all they say.
Their emotions and thoughts they convey.
Seriously, what are you trying to portend?
When discipline is here, all you do is pretend.

Being called as the worst class
Is like we are being labeled as trash.
I hope that everyone will know
All the opportunities they’ve thrown.

But I’m still grateful to be here;
Only bad events I really fear.
My freshman year was so dreadful;
I hope that this year would be peaceful.

Prequel to #15 A Wish for Change

Written on Monday, October 25, 2010
Theme: Reminiscence |Stanzas: 5 | Lines: 20
Rhyming Sequence: AABB | Syllabic range: Unordered

This poem is about my situation during sophomore year. So far, my freshman year is the worst one in my high school life. Being bullied for no reason, feeling miserable–those are just some things that happened to me two years ago. Sophomore improved, but our class is almost uncontrollable when it comes to noise. Not only that, by the end of the day, that shiny classroom floor will be ladened with trash and spilled liquid all over. My goodness. It’s like a junkyard.

#3 The True Fool

“The True Fool”

As I walked home from school,
I frustrated on how I acted like a fool.
Those dolts have made me their tool.
In their minds they think they’re so cool.

I have been deceived by their mischievous tricks.
Now that I think about it, they really are freaks.
They have heads that are as hard as bricks.
Not only that, but boy, they reak.

I reminisce once more as I lie in bed;
I toss and turn and even hit my head.
“They should be left alone,” I said.
“One day they’ll come to me and bed.”

What I said came into reality.
They asked fro an apology and for mercy.
I mused over the matter carefully,
“Will they do it again for their own money?”

I turned them down, following my plan.
I knew that their faces were just bland.
They glared at me as I walked down the land,
Thinking who’s the fool now on this band.

Written on Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Theme: Reminiscence | Stanzas: 5 | Lines: 20
Rhyming sequence: AAAA | Syllabic range: Unordered

This is a “Reminiscence” poem. For the first few strings of poems I wrote, it started out from my RL experiences. Main theme, bullying experiences.

During my freshman year, b’lieve it or not, I was bullied. Goodness. Words pierced my heart, and I fell into depression which affected my grades which caused me to feel like a failure. Of course, only the first two stanzas are the real deal. The rest didn’t really happen–not exactly.

Merely a nonfictional story poem for me. Though they say ignore the bullies, but those words that those bullies say are sharper than knives. Those emotion scars. But if you’re a victim of bullying, just pray about it and ask for some advice from your parents or tell it to your teacher(s). Most importantly, don’t give up. The moment you give up is the moment the opponents won.

#2 Rise From the Ashes

“Rise From the Ashes”
Rise from the bitterness

I remember the time when everything went bad.
I simply lost all the things that I had.
The world suddenly turned its back at me.
It was very unpleasant, as you can see.

Thinking again about those memories of pain
Is like letting the negativity inside of you gain.
Those past times were full of sad rain,
But thank God there are memories that are sane.

I want to forget the bad memories I had kept.
I can do that; I am so sure that I can bet.
Remember that the past has passed–it is done.
The old, bitter times, they are gone.

It is now time to think ahead
For the future that lies afar like a thread.
Plan wisely; think thrice before you act.
I know it’s only twice, but it’s still a fact.

Remember also to always do your best.
Pray to God also, and He’ll help with the rest.
Look at the time, it is now late at night.
Sleep tight, dear, and don’t let the bed bugs bite.

Written on Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Theme: Reminiscence | Stanzas: 5 | Lines: 20
Rhyming sequence: AABB | Syllabic range: Unordered

The title is from the DS game by Capcom, Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney’s fifth case’s title, Rise From the Ashes. Title is self-explanatory, yes?

I wrote this poem during my sophomore year. I remembered my dreadful experience in freshman year. Dear me, it’s a nightmare every single school day. Never thought that I’d be a victim of……..bullying… I don’t even know the bullies beforehand, and the worst thing is, we’re classmates. It’s like schadenfreude. Well, I don’t really want to talk about it anymore, ’cause everytime I do, it’s just…bleh.. yeah, “Thinking about those memories of pain is like letting the negativity inside of you gain.” This sadness and negativity is spoken of or being talked about in the early half parts of the poem. But now in sophomore, I’m so thankful that I have a better class now, but still the same–the worst class (in terms of noise and academically speaking). Sigh, but at least no more nightmares, and the latter part of the poem says it. I wrote this poem at night, near my bed time, lolz, hence the final two lines. Hahaha…

#1 The Unloved Heart and the Blue Soul

“The Unloved Heart and the Blue Soul”
Coffee describes how bitter the feeling is.

My heart is as bitter as the bitterness of black coffee.
I am like a lost soul wishing to be set free.
I lay in bed and stare at the ceiling,
Hoping to get rid of this dark, empty feeling.

The clock goes tick-tock as time goes by.
I reminisce the memories and try not to cry.
The sun shines in the sky with joy and gladness,
While my heart aches with pain and sadness.

When I woke up, I saw rain pouring down.
The clouds were dark, and they put up a frown.
I went outside and stood under the rain,
Thinking that I can find comfort for my pain.

Alas, the rain kept pouring harder and harder.
My soul felt like it’s getting dragged farther and farther.
Then finally, my body fell onto the ground.
I closed my eyes, never woke up or heard another sound.

Written on Monday, October 18, 2010
Theme: Reminiscence | Stanzas: 5 | Lines: 20
Rhyming sequence: AABB | Syllabic range: Unordered

This poem is a reflection of my emotions. My classmate encouraged me to write a poem a few days ago. When I experienced an event wherein I became really sad, brainstorm happened, and I instantly jot down the poem’s lines and editing it later on. It became one of my favorites and a stepping stone on the start of my poetry writing hobby~

Quite obvious on the meaning of the title. My classmate (the one who encouraged me) helped me think of a title for this poem, but for the rest of my poems, I made all the titles. Hehe. Simply, the situation was..well, I won’t post it here, duh..? We know the soul is composed of the mind, emotion, and will. Blue is a color of sadness (usually). That time, I was really sad. Mind…emotion…and even my will… all slow and sad (brainstorm happened and I managed to write this poem).

Before you go crazy, let me say now that “I” (usually; most of the time) does NOT  pertain to me. My first few poems are quite emo, yeah. It’s in the category of Reminiscence. But, as in, BUT! I wrote not-emo poems too, okay? “First impressions is not equal to final explanations.” Ahahaha… So the rhyming pattern (do ?I need to say this…?) is 1-1-2-2. There are more diverse patterns in the other poems I wrote. The reason why I love this poem is because a.) the words are spot-on and it rhymes and b.) it’s my first (official) poem!