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I feel tall and big
I am now five
As tall as the big kids
My hand is in my dad’s
He push me
To the other kids
I join the lines
My first day of school

I feel special and happy
My parents are proud of me
Of the A’s on the paper
And the scores of nineties
I don’t really know
Why it is important
But I have worked hard
To get the first in class

I feel my knees melting
As I am climbing down
I gulp when I see mom
But she takes me in her arms
And I know that I did right
Stunned, I simply smile
I almost cannot believe that
I gave my first public speech

I feel my heart stop
I am not in the list
Did I fail the exam?
My teacher laughs at me
I feel blood gushing back
Only now I understand
I have been double promoted
After my first silat exam

I feel the warmth enveloping me
As I flick through the leaves
Of my diaries past
And read of my confessions
My failures and successes
My trials and ambitions
Time run fast as if
Every day had been a dream

I feel myself bump into the present
By the steady knock on the door
My sister once a baby
Now stands taller than me
Funny how at every frame
Of the film of my life
Affected me in such a way
That makes me who I am

I feel a mix of anxiety
At the anticipation
Of what is to come
The pressing question
Am I making the right choice?
For every deed shapes the future
Like the gentle breaths of wind
Moulding a mountain range

I feel the cold doorknob
Inside my firm grip
I open up the door
Wearing a little grin
My sister’s hand froze
In a half knocking fashion
I wonder if she ever notice
Of her own evulotion


Today’s NaPoWriMo’s optional prompt is to write a ten line poem full of lies. I have to admit, I’m not too good with writing nonsense….

I live in the mountaintops where the air is frosty cold
And every day I set to work exploring the land for gold
When I do earn enough I shall bring them to the market
Where I shall trade the gold I find for a brand new handmade carpet
At home I take my toolkit and hang carpets on the wall
I secure them with lots of nails just in case they fall
And since I know that things would just never ever go wrong
I let my friends come to my house with their kids tagging along
They mess about with cans of oilpaints and bottles of my ink
I watch in horror as my carpets were ruined just as I blink.


Today’s optional prompt given by the NaPoWriMo website was to write a terza rima. It is a form which I have never before came across and thought would be interesting to try.

A little bird came swooping down
Opening its wings and perched
On the edge of my eiderdown

Hearing the merry songs, I searched
By the slit of my half opened eyes
The image of a robin emerged

Surprised, rubbing my eyes twice
I see the red breast so bold
Despite its comparative size

I reached out my hand to hold
The robin stared unflinching
As I softly cooed and cajoled

My fingers were slowly inching
Tips now caressing a feather
Kept steady without flinching

As if sensing a change in the weather
The robin bobbed its head at me
And left with its mate together

I rushed to the window to see
The wind moving with the season
And the birds heading off to sea

Beginning their migratory expedition.


Today I decided to use the NaPoWriMo’s daily prompt: Twenty questions.

Why must it rain to make a brilliant rainbow?
Why must animals eat others to help them to grow?
Why must there be heat for birds to fly high?
Why must eyes be wet before they could dry?

Why do creatures evolve to adapt after time?
Why do freshly cleaned hands get dirty with grime?
Why do cells regenerate before they die?
Why do joys make us smile, with sorrow we cry?

Why is there a silver lining under each cloud?
Why could some see the sun behind the fog and shroud?
Why couldn’t disasters stop the birds from singing?
Appearance can be blinding, reach behind them and think.


They live within the shadows,
Shying away from plain,
Whispering to your hearts,
Thriving on your pain.

They cannot cause destruction,
Nor could they cause you harm,
They use you as their puppets,
Fool you with their charm.

They plump you up with spite,
Overwhelmed with malignity,
You can no longer survive,
You drown yourself in enmity.

A portal opens before your eyes,
See yourself reigning as queen,
They taught you to pretend,
Live is naught but a movie scene.

They fill you with delusion,
Feed you with their fantasy,
You believe all that you see,
Not what they hid beneath.

They use you against yourself,
Sink venom in your goodwill,
You conclude without a second thought,
Confusing what’s well, what’s ill.

They overwhelm you with agony,
Stretched far beyond your reach,
Your eyes blinded with tears,
Suck out your joys like a leech.

Suffering could transform a person,
They know it, oh yes they do,
Your sorrow fills you with anger,
Lashing out to those who hurt you.

They turn you into their puppets,
They lead you to your ruins,
Be you cause, victim or spectator,
They are behind your wrongdoings.

Life is more than black and white,
Life is more than a TV drama,
Stay on the path that leads to the truth,
And it would protect you in the arena.

I apologise for not posting yesterday as the circumstances were against me. So today I wrote a long poem with each two stanzas telling a different part of the whole story. I wish that people would be wiser when dealing with their wishes and emotions and not to judge a book by its cover. Life is complex and complicated, humans are different and diverse, emotions are powerful and blinding and within all that, the evil lurks and fill you with the delusions of an alternate reality. The enemies appear in all shapes and sizes, from the hateful and malevolent, the ignorant but well meaning, and your own confused self but it all begins with the puppeteer….


A frozen drop of rain
On the misty window pane

A leaf hangs in the air
Caressing a lone pear

A peeping tail in the ripples
Water shining like crystals

A floating dandelion seed
Following the wind’s lead

A perfect balance of colour
In the bright sky of summer

A hand points to seven
Suspended in the second

A blinding white light
Everything gone from sight

Leaving just a memory
With the magic of photography


Today, I decided to use the NaPoWriMo prompt of the day: “to write your own advertisement-poem”.

Lick-a-stick! We’ve got lick-a-stick!
All of the colours for you to pick!
A strawberry red,
Or orange instead,
Come and buy your lick-a-stick!

Natural colourings, flavourings too,
An ice lolly that’s good for you,
Made of fresh juice,
For a healthy boost,
It’s almost too good to be true!

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