[Day 16] 365 Days of Poetry Writing

Day 16

...I Existed

Countless dawns
and
dusks have
gone like droplets
of water
in the river of no return.

No longer will I
utter
a word.

Soon in
heaven,
will I
perch.

I shall seize
every fighting chance,
to walk among young
strange souls.

Sigh
with sophistication,
hoping they would
realize I existed
when I'm gone.

[Day 15] 365 Days of Poetry Writing

Day 15

On Writing Poetry

One must

have their

ideas

ready

before

they put

their pen

down to

write a
poem
like
this.

[Day 14] 365 Days of Poetry Writing

Day 14

Musical Mobiles

I was like a baby being

put in the cradle, or whatever.

I don't fancy being strapped into a seat

and then ready to be amused by the chilly wind.

That center pulling and pushing forces

really made me want to vow--
meet the devil.

The soothing notes
no longer soothed my soul,
instead, they knocked on my stomach
and expected the grand opening of my mouth.

Can't do it anymore.
I'm done for tonight.

[Day 13] 365 Days of Poetry Writing

Day 13

Souls and Spirits

Lively souls in a spirited shack
in came a bunch of men of guts,
including my friend and I,
except that I was not bold enough.

Breath
by breath--
pieces of my soul got--
sucked away.

My two reactions:

Remained silent,

which badly upset the souls'

expectation.

Laughed,

but again a question was thrown at me.

Though we were all of the same kind,
Makeup was where the difference laid.

Shall I have the chance,
I might have a try again.

[Day 12] 365 Days of Poetry Writing

Day 12

Whole Day Walking

Walked for a whole day,

my legs were so sore and tired.
I shall walk on hands.