Feel Stupid for Being Naive

Being naive
To trust your initial words
Destroy my trusting hearts
My heart is dead
Whenever you repeat your mum’s words
Like a parrot

The way you play with my naiveness
I feel dejected whenever I remember
You seek me during courtship
To
Dazzle my eyes
With garland of flowers

Yet now you are different
All you care is yourself
Instead of investigating the truth
You sell yourself to lies

Living in someone’s influence
Third parties’ views are right
The fool is me for not believing them
My heart is dead
Thanks to you.


Inspiration On: Thursday, 21 May 2015 at 12:15pm

This is the third sequel to Why Do You? and If Not For Jesus poetry. Lori Carlson’s writing prompt challenge my heart and mind to birth this poetry. My heartbreak journey is stated clearly in my first poetry. The final line signify my sarcastic remarks to my blinded husband until my tears almost dry up. Wish you all have good days and thank you.

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Ocean of Woe

Drifting aimlessly
On the vast ocean
Ocean of life’s troubles
Ocean of woes
Floating around sorrowfully
Nowhere to go
Wondering
Feeling lonely
Hoping to find
A destination
An island
Island of team-ship rather than competition

Passing by many islands
Many islands reject after squeezing me
Give! Give! Give!
All these drain enthusiasm in me
Wearing me out
Where is the island?
The island of mutual understanding and respect
Not the dead sea island

Where is the island?
The island where I can rest
The island of mutual understanding and respect
The island of truthfulness
The island of complementing mutual needs


Inspiration On: Tuesday, 8 October 2013 at 9:51pm
Inspiration On: Thursday, 10 October 2013 at 12:18pm

Whenever failed attempts of finding a full time job after having a child for more than three years, I feel downcast. Am I drifting aimlessly in my job search? I wish to support my parents financially. Whenever there is time, I surf the Internet at home and reply to emails and comments due to financial restriction. Some bosses squeezed me and refused to pay me the little income for the work I have done. Making excuses and even empty promises. Only consider their own interests without considering employees’ needs. These really kill my enthusiasm in my work. Don’t I need to eat? Can’t I earn a living? Their motto is their own benefit. When they want to train me, they say beautiful words.

Snake & Cat

Silence falls
Here, in corner
Slithering snake
Encircles a cornered cat.
Tighter and tighter
Breathing difficultly
Gasping for air
Tighter and tighter
Cat loses strength to breathe.

A large mouth with
Sharp teeth swallows
The dead cat.
As the cat travels to
The snake’s belly.

Heavy belly.
Snake rests on the ground
And it snores heavily.

A trembled startled man
Returns with
A big baton.
Slashing multitude of heavy blows
Onto the snake’s head.

Cobra vomits out
A huge wet furry creature.
That creature is
The dead cat’s fur
Its fur is wet with
The snake’s saliva.
Cobra is breathless on the floor.


Inspiration On: Tuesday, 5 February 2013
Inspiration On: Friday, 8 February 2013 at 1:25pm

During my family’s stay in my uncle’s landed house, a middle-size snake entered the kitchen. Nobody believed my mother to see a snake except me. Before I went downstairs, I swiftly called the police. Indeed, a brown scale snake was hiding behind boxes. My sister gave a baton to hit it in case it left the kitchen door. My legs turned to stone. Thank God the snake hid under the fridge. The police arrived and shook their head in disbelief when they couldn’t see it under the fridge. And they suggested to us to wait until the next day. Unwilling to let the police go and for everyone’s safety, I mustered up my courage to pull the fridge though not enough strength. My mother joined me. There was the snake. The police were shocked and captured it.

Next day, I shared it with my colleagues. None of them had such encounter except the boss’ son whose landed house was entered by snake three times. The above inspiration flowed out as I relate of one his encounter with mine.

Ant’s Death

Roaming ants on tables
As they march to their nest hole at a corner
Roaming ants on walls
As they march to their nest hole at a corner

Lone ranger ants
Lost ants
Roam, Roam.
Roaming into cups
Roam, Roam.
Roaming into mugs
Roam, Roam.
Roaming into kettles.

Losing grips;
Shouting “HELP!”;
Fall to their deaths;
Into the seabed of water –
HOT Water!


Inspiration On: Thursday, 17 January 2013 at 1:15pm
Inspiration Ends On: Friday, 18 January 2013 at 3:07pm

Oftentimes, an ant or even five ants died in my cup filled with warm water. Even dead ants are inside the kettle. I was imagining the possibility of their presence in my cup even my family’s cup. So my imagination has been running wild about the lone ranger ants’ death existence.