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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Fart Pollution

Steel cover humans
Humans cover steel
Daily driving on
The asphalt road
Pass gas out
Fart gas out
Of their butt
Gas of pollution

Destroying the environment
Destroying people’s health
Destroying animals’ habitat
Its final destruction
Is global warming


Inspiration On: Sunday, 16 June 2013 at 7:34pm
Inspiration Ends On: Tuesday, 18 June 2013 at 12:08pm

I have been thinking of describing vehicles from its materials.

Toddler’s Actions List

CRACK!
The cot is damaged!
He almost falls . . .

BANG!
The baby gate falls down!
Just with his two hands . . .

CRASH!
The locked kitchen door breaks!
Thank God, the door doesn’t hit him . . .

Puff! Puff!
Reddish at cheeks are neatly applied!
Oh, my mum let him use hers . . .

CLASH!
The television rack breaks!
His butt landed onto the floor . . .

BUM!
Head knocks onto the door!
He just smiles and walks away . . .

Whoof! Whoof!
He is somersaulting on his cot!
Giving a smile then he grins . . .

SCREECH! SCREECH!
The sofa is pulled out and pushed back!
He does so happily . . .

His strength is as strong as a horse . . .
His strength is as strong as a bull . . .


Inspiration On: Friday, 21 December 2012 at 12:46am
Inspiration Ends On: Saturday, 22 December 2012

As I was contemplating my toddler’s action for this year and the list of broken things at home, the above poetry is birthed out.