“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… ^.^