Poetry

Two Sides of a Mirror

11/28/2016 02:54:00 PM
It's almost every girl's dream
to have the experience of becoming a real-life princess. Whether it's the one with the golden long hair, the one with the beauty of all the realm, or the one with the glass slipper.
Little do they know,
there's always something more than meets the eye.
Whether it's the feeling of trapped in the lanky tower,
the abhorrent poisoned apple that made her unconscious,
or the will of leaving a dearest one in a heavenly night


when the clock strikes twelve.
Vent

Drown

11/05/2016 07:59:00 PM
“Where is the mainland?” she asked. She was flailing uncontrollably in the middle of the sea. Screaming for aid and gasping for air. Alas, there were not any animal with a brain and a heart visible there.

She was suffocating. Trying to swim with nowhere to go but following the flow. “How much longer could I survive?” she wondered. Her pounding heart felt like in a rock concert instead. Her sight was blurry with the water that finished her off.


“Breathe.” she started to comfort her soul in the midst of panic, “But I’m starting to lose faith.” She cried. Louder than before if she ever cried back then. Still, not a salvation ever came up.


The pain was the worst of all, washing all over her body. She wondered maybe all of this was her karma. Maybe, this was what hell feels like. Then she realized, “But I’m still alive.” At least her heart was still pounding, her pain can be felt with precise, and her consciousness was still there. She’s still human.


She expanded her arms, as long as it could achieve. Her eyes were shut. “Breathe.” She said again to herself. She swung her hands strongly, hoofing the hard waves. “Breathe, and go.”
Poetry

Six PM

11/02/2016 11:04:00 PM
This special day is not like any other day,
when the view of tourist attraction became a distraction,
when the wind blows casually seemed too bleak to be felt,
and when the sight of his eyes was no longer a cherished one.

Because that day was freezing as the rain before,
as the window was decorated with dew,
as the cats were hiding in a cardboard box,
and as his deadpan stares are deliberately given.

The atmosphere was so cold that there weren't anyone,
who would not wear a decent outwear,
who would jump into the nearby lake,
and who would expand his left arm to embrace a shoulder.