#73 Lying in Wait

“Lying in Wait”

Pretty little mademoiselle
Sits beside the window sill.
Looking at the celadon hills,
She sings a graceful hymn
That pulls the jays’ heartstrings.

Lassie can’t help feel anomie
When no one else can hear
The cries of hers that scream
A tale that serves to only dim
The chances of fulfilling her dream.

Her golden finely-curled locks
That no one dares to mock
Shines and leaves you starstruck,
Yet its sheens don’t seem to rock
Them out of their socks.

Pretty little mademoiselle
Sits beside the window sill.
Looking at the scarlet hills,
She sings a soulful hymn
That attracts a firefly team.

Written on Thursday, December 4, 2011
Theme: Tranquility | Stanzas:  4 | Lines: 20
Rhyming sequence: AAAAA | Syllabic range: Unordered

Some words from a fan of Amy

Don’t judge a book by its cover. The same goes for music. Really sad that Amy Winehouse isn’t here anymore. 😦 And I’m disappointed that I only go to know her songs when she went already. Wish I could’ve discovered her sooner. Really heartbreaking to see an amazing singer with a wonderful talent gone from this world.

Her songs were so soulful, as if it’s alive. You can hear her voice and her message comin’ through you, and the lyrics weren’t written in a trashy way compared to some music today (not giving any names here). They were inspiring and are true works of poetic music.

Before her posthumous album came out, it was just Frank and Back to Black, though the latter was more famous than the former. But both were gems that deserved more fame. Each song has its own story and own perspectives on the neverending events of love. What attracted me was not just the sound of the music but also the lyrics which spoke a tale of its own each time I listen to it.

Dear Amy,

You will be missed, definitely, but you don’t have to worry, because your music will always be in our hearts. You may not be here anymore, but we can still hear your beautiful voice through your soulful music which no other person could do a better job than you. Well done, Amy. I hope that others would also come to notice and love your songs as much as I do, not just the sound but also the lyrics which were written from your soul. Amazing.

#48 Empty Soul, Purpose Unknown

“Empty Soul, Purpose Unknown”

Staring at the ceiling…
Nothing’s popping on my mind.
Don’t know what’s this feeling,
But I feel so void inside.

Suddenly, a question popped,
“What is my purpose?”
A question worthy of a stop.
An answer I dare propose.

“What is the purpose of life?”
A question that begs an answer.
Is it simply full of strife?
I believe that it’s much denser.

Many times we wonder
Why we’re feeling like this.
We stop to think and ponder,
But this puzzle, certainly not a breeze.

“What could it be?” I always ask.
I then feel my empty soul.
Answering it not an easy task.
The mystery…must be resolved.

Written on Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Theme: Spiritual | Stanzas: 5 | Lines: 20
Rhyming sequence: ABAB | Syllabic range: Unordered

#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!