Fresh Page

Every page I turn

Is ripped, torn, or burnt.

Every page I turn

Has nothing new to learn.

The sharp edges

Cut my fingers.

Just a drop of blood

On the destroyed page.

I’m sick of this,

My book of memories.

I’m sick of this,

Want to turn over a new leaf.

And all I have to do

Is gather some courage

To turn over a

Fresh page.

For Poetry 101 Rehab: Decisions

Final Fall

Dropping down a hundred feet

Darkness was all the eyes could meet

Feeling just stuck, hollow and alone

And the fault is my own.

Chilling air, cold decay.

All thoughts just washed away.

Feeling the gravity of all my deeds,

No one to catch me, someone save me please!

I know I’ll be completely shattered on impact

So I brace myself for the bitter fact.

No family, no friends, no one at all,

I’m alone and desperate in my final fall.

Sometimes, falling is the only forward movement in life. In response to Poetry 101 Rehab.

Even if you fall on your face, you’re still moving forward.

-Victor Kiam

Letting It Go

I’m back there again. Lying on the pillow-cover, damp with my tears. Clutching the Nokia E63,¬†hanging onto whatever is left of my life. The darkness is all-consuming.

Memories course through me. Or rather, they don’t. A person who cared for me was dead, and I don’t remember even a single thing about him. Not even his face. The guilt swallowed me up, choking me, strangling me.

I scream silently. Tears streak my face. Red and puffy, my eyes are trying to secrete as many water droplets as they can. Their salty taste do not quench my thirst.

Why am I like this? Why am I so thankless, heartless? Why do I go through life as if it’s another one of my books – quick and speedy? Why don’t I remember little acts of kindness done to me? Why am I friendless? Why don’t people like me? Why am I ugly?

As these meaningless stream of thoughts flow along with the tears, I scream silently again. The next scream is struck in my throat – neither in nor out. I sob quietly. Praying that they wash away my failures.

I hear the strains of Iridescent. My mobile. I almost forgot. I focus on the lyrics, trying to drown my noisy thoughts.

Do you feel cold and lost in desperation/ You build up hope, but failure’s all you’ve known/ Remember all the sadness and frustration/ Then let it go/ Let it go…

Suddenly, I felt light-hearted again. Why do I need to struggle with so much negativity when I could let it all go? Let it all wash over me?

Thank you, Mike Shinoda, for helping me remember that it’s best not to hang on to stuff that hurts. That leaving painful things behind helps us to move forward.

And that’s what I did.

I let it go.

Phoenix

Crashing dreams,

Crumbling hopes,

Cataclysm raining,

As everything comes to an end.

Squeezed out of life,

Suffocated under broken thoughts,

Struggling to breathe,

What can you do?

Rise from the ashes,

Like a phoenix,

Gold and scarlet,

Bright and burning.

Loyal and faithful,

Like a phoenix,

Steadfast and sturdy,

Head held high.

Why chose to die forever,

When you can rise,

From dead thoughts and hopes,

Like a phoenix?

Inspired by Linkin Park’s Iridescent and Mara Eastern’s Poetry 101 Rehab.