HEARTLESS - poem

Let us console,

Let us embrace,

Let my heart beat next to yours,

Give me life,

I cant proceed with the act of joy,

Knowing all beneath me and beyond will fade, 

Without me, the colours of life, they'll shade, 

Yet, my existence, a transient toy.

My smiles will be comprised of something besides you,

My sadness, born from the depths of you,

I will be a constellation of you,

I will shine,

For us,

Bound in loves haunting shades

Im taller - poem

 Perhaps my mums a girl growing too,

Perhaps when I unleash the anger,

Caressing vile words,

Just as she does,

I actually reflected,

I’ve always blamed her,

For hurting me,

For sharpening a sword,

Penetrating it through me,

Slay me with her tongue,

But i'm just like her,

And I understand me,

I understand when I do it,

When I break them,

So i'm sure I can pull the courage and the responsibility to let her grow,

Just as I am,

In the end we’re all girls,

Fighting for things we weren't made for,

And looking for what we are

Haunting for evermore - poem

He will always be there,

As the sun rebels against the boundaries of day, 

And the moon fiercely battles against the confines of night,

He’ll come back to haunt my mind and eat at my soul,

These persistent hours,

I live between the hand of the clock,

Where am I to find solace in freedom's embrace,

Let us dance together in the darkness,

Bring me to the light,

Let me see before he plunges me into the jaws of hell,

My love for pain is everlasting,

Emptiness is boredom,

And you burn,

I’ve learnt to confide in my loneliness,

I ache for the sweet pecks of what I've lost,

My hour is lost.

Your voice fills my realm,

I am nothing but the chess piece.

He will always be there,

I’ve spent an eternity living through you,

So here I rest,

Here I rest in his arms,

The arms I once ached,

Those clasps of invisible chains that whip the lashings onto my heart,

Purple,

So blue

He will always be here

Hide and seek for the weak - poem

 Hide and seek for the weak

Sometimes when I find that one person i really really like,

That one person that doesn't make me feel the need to smile and yell,

The one person that doesn't make me fear the future,

The one person that doesn't make me feel the need to stay silent to be loved,

The one person that doesn't seem to love me enough

I try my best to keep them and hold them to my heart,

Holding them close before they depart,

I fill in the gaps of what I fail to be,

But I end up with someone just like me

I try my best not to let them go, 

I’ve modified and perfected my world,

Shielding me with great walls of stone,

I have tried my hardest not to let you go,

But you still seem to seep through the gaps,

You crushed the walls to shambles,

And reduced me to actuality

Realisation hits after reality had pierced through twice,

I'm back to square one,

Pretending, just to stay relevant,

Just pretending,

Just pretend

Beneath the echoes - poem

My words may scar,

Wounds bounded by apologies,

I hold my dagger,

Plunge into both souls,

Let us share a simultaneous fate,

I’d kill to rid of this hex,

Seeking a cure, the relentless chase, 

Let us break free from this wretched spell,

But perhaps the worst curse in the world,

Would be to be silenced

Lost World Out There

I am scared,

There is a lost world out there where fear ceases to exist,

Oh, How I wish I was there instead of this

I am stuck here in a world where fear is all you have,

Oh, how I wish I could be in the lost world out there,

I don't know what's beyond that line in the lost world out there,

As you're pulling me back, my fear has held me here at nowhere,

Now I can't do much as I am not in the lost world out there,

Let me leave to reach the lost world out there, where fear has disappeared.

When the day seeps into the hour of dark,

I sit here sleepless and afraid,

My heart skipping beats and my mind dreaming of being in the lost world...

The lost world out there.

They say there is always light,

But it's too faint for me to find,

Or could it be, I'm just too blind to see,

For my bravery and courage has failed me?

Now I sit here dreaming about the lost world,

Oh, how I wish I could be in the lost world out there...

I demand to face my fear today!

Lead me out, or I'll lead my way!

 

Happier than ever

 I remember. Waiting, waiting, and waiting. Waiting in line for my turn to perform. I never felt so anxious to sing. I remember getting in the car imagining the most interesting performance. I never thought it would take so long. I realized I was one of the last people to perform. All I could do while waiting was sit in silence. Waiting, waiting, and waiting. “37 to 42” my number was called. In my school, we had never been identified by numbers before, so I took a while to realize my number was finally called, but when I did realize, I felt this gush cold air, probably a sign of excitement. I walked along with the other performers, and we waited once again backstage! My palms sweated and I was shaky. My friend came backstage to see me. We chatted for a bit, but suddenly, out of the blue, my stomach gurgled, I rushed to the bathroom. It was the bathroom closest to the stage, I had never really gone there before. I know I wasn’t sick because of my nervousness, I wasn’t nervous enough to be sick. After vomming, I felt better. But I did feel even more nervous cause my performance was really soon!

I finally had to go on stage. I held a microphone, shivering, shaking, and ready. I saw the smiling faces of everyone beneath me and behind me waiting backstage. It was silent for a few seconds when waiting for the music. I could hear the birds squawking, the trees waving at me, I could see the shadows of everyone beneath me, I felt high up on the stage, it felt different. I loved it! The music finally started to play. My hands and knees were so shaky but I tried my best to hold the mic firm.

As I sang I noticed teachers taking videos and pictures of me. I suddenly stopped feeling shaky. I was over the moon! As soon as I finished performing, I was shaking in excitement! I was being thrown with compliments, and was even given hugs! I was happier than ever!

Singing really does so many things. It influences people, it allows you to change and remix it, it’s a creative piece of work that’s very interesting. Some people use it to communicate, some people do it for fun. Singing in front of a crowd naturally turns you into a performer, an entertainer, a singer.

I remember entering the shopping center, the icy cold air immediately greeted me. It was the first time I was taking the role of an entertainer. I was being paid to sing for the first time in a public event. As soon as I entered the shopping center, my palms started sweating, I kept on smiling, and I didn’t even want to eat as I was worried it would affect my voice! I had to wait a while before I could start. I sat on a chair and looked at everyone. I noticed a lady examining the items in one of the stalls. I noticed the lady sitting and talking to someone on the phone. I then saw 2 nice ladies walk to me, they were running a stall in the shopping center. They wished me luck and told me not to worry. I smiled back, still nervous, still excited, still shaky.

After waiting for a bit, I finally had to hold the mic. I was excited and I was extremely nervous. But I was ready, the microphone gave a sense of readiness to me! After I started singing. I felt much less nervous. Just grasping onto something can give you a sense of comfort, confidence, etc. In this case, it was a microphone, but it really can be anything. I sang and I felt excited. Everyone was clapping and enjoying. I really liked it. After the performance, I left happier than ever!

If you had noticed, every time I saw a microphone, my feelings changed. Do you know why? Well, maybe I do. Every time I see a microphone, I get a funny feeling. Could it be the jet-black body where the light bounces off from, the long wire hanging under it, maybe? The metallic whiff it gives off, the many buttons that I dare not to press, or it could possibly be the fact that the microphone is the size of my forearm?

When I see a microphone, I get ready to sing, to perform. That’s probably why I get that queasy feeling. Along with that feeling, I also feel nerve. I can already imagine performing, feeling the smooth body of the mic, feeling the switches and buttons, the metal circles surrounding the body, the little holes planted everywhere. Just holding a microphone is like an adventure.

I always get a great grip when I hold a microphone. Despite that, I have always feared I would drop the mic and a deafening sound will be released. Probably because when I sing Infront of a crowd, I get nervous, my palms start to sweat. Luckily, the microphone always stays in place. I always get this exact feeling every time I perform. Even in some of my favourite performances.

I remember realizing when I practice singing, or when I sing. I like to hold something. Whether it’s a hairbrush, a bottle, or a cucumber. When I hold something, I feel like I’m actually performing. Whatever I grasp replaces the microphone. It’s really interesting, especially since you realize that an object can affect your voice. Just pressing the button to start the music, holding a brush, and singing. Feels so real!

I really enjoy singing. As much as I enjoy writing. I realize that singing and writing are basically the same things! Why? You do both in your own special way. They both have genres, they both influence and affect people, they are creative pieces of work, they’re ways to communicate, and they are similar in many more ways! Yet they’re also different. Despite all the obvious differences, if you really think about it, singing and writing are basically the same. Singing and writing can literally make you feel, happier than ever!