Late to Work

I feel so convicted for being late for twenty minutes for the part-time work. A workplace nearby house can be and a good or bad thing. When I am there to sign in my time sheet, I choose to sign in according to the clock in the office than my own watch. I appreciate for my employer to gently tell me to cover my late time. Inside I feel worst and intend to cover the lost time. During the work, my left wrist is slightly hurt. My ex-client has a good laugh at my sketch for the fierce Wonder Woman. Then he says that the character artist has just replied him. Does it mean I work for free again? This is irritating! I have enough of this. Come to think of my business mentor getting upset to acupoint and qwasha me many times without being paid. Because she thought I pay $500 for the massage package. Actually, my husband is the one who pays for it.

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Slogging through the Midnight

Slogging through the midnight
Wishing to alter my sleeping habit
Only to realize
Determination alone isn’t enough
Strong will alone isn’t enough
Mind alone isn’t enough
Own plan will not prevail
Fatigue body in control
Render myself helpless
Entering the dream entrance
Exiting the dream world late morning
Changing sleeping habit fails

Slogging through the midnight
Wishing to alter my sleeping habit
Awaiting dawn
Leave my sleeping bed
Entering into an empty room
Switching on the light
Thinking poetry
Processing my thoughts
Writing poetry
Awaiting dawn
To pass the day sleepily
Possibly to sleep at 9 o’clock night


Inspiration On: Wednesday, 7 January 2014 from 12am to 3:41am

Hoping to change my unhealthy sleeping habit, I resolved to have a sleepless night in order to wake up early at 5am in the morning. Looking through the incomplete poetry to pass the midnight. Most attempts were failed due I fell asleep. This time I try again and see the result. The keyword “slogging through the night” helped me to begin this poetry.

Epic Disaster

Fall into the
SIPPING
Dark hollow cave
Fire of jealousy
Fire of hatred
Disfigures inner heart
Poisons the soul
Devoid of sense
Enters the heart
Devoid of logic
Enters the minds
Terror escalates
Leading oneself to
Succumb to insanity
Succumb to rage
Driven by rage
Driven by jealousy
Darkness emerges out
Leading oneself to
Epic disaster and
Hurting other hearts.

Avoid! Run away
From the SIPPING
Dark hollow cave!
Before losing mind
Before losing heart
Before too late
Too late to
Reverse the path
Reverse the journey.


Inspiration On: Wednesday, 10 April 2013 from 2:58pm to 2:57pm
Inspiration Ends On: Thursday, 11 April 2013 at 2:03pm

Locked Melvin

Soft and gentle footsteps
Yawns at the sight
At the sight of dark storeroom.
Climbing up to two boxes
It lays on the top box and
It closes its eyes dozily.
The door closes creakily.
But it doesn’t disturb it.

Few hours have passed
It wakes up
Climbs down
Jumping
Jumping hastily
As it controls its bladder.
Wailing
A SHARP WAILING!!
A WAILING MEOW!!

The door opens swiftly
Too late,
Too late.
It’s too late.
It is sitting on
A pool of urine
With a painful look.
With a relieved look.
Poor Melvin.

Everyone is alerted.
Everyone pities him.
One hugs and caresses him.
One wipes and mops its urine.
Poor Melvin.
Poor Melvin.


Inspiration On: Thursday, 14 February 2013 at 6:35pm
Inspiration Ends On: Friday, 15 February 2013 at 1:15am

This is the third series about my stray pet ‘Melvin’ who is mentioned in my previous poetry. This time it is mentioned in the cat’s point of view. This case happened when nobody knew that Melvin came and entered the storeroom. Normally, we closed the storeroom’s door to prevent cockroaches and rats from making its nest.

Whisper Out Of The Dream World

Whisper . . . Whisper . . .
Whisper . . . Whisper . . .
Oh, where are the whispers from?
Locating it until
My dream world fades away
I am transported to reality
With dry lips
With thirsty tongue
With growling stomach.

As I walk wobbly to the door,
Then the whisper gradually ascends to noise.
As I opened the door,
Obviously, someone is talking to panda.
Oh, my mother in law is talking with him.

Sleepily, I say “good morning”.
Drowsily, I gulp a cup of milk.
Looking at the clock.
Oh, it is 7am plus.
Wondering won’t he be late for work.
Then I return to my dream world.


Inspiration On: Wednesday, 23 January 2013 at 11pm
Inspiration On: Thursday, 24 January 2013 at 1:01am

Yesterday, my mother in law came from faraway place and stay with my husband and me to see her beloved grandson. Unexpectedly, I was awakened around 7 O’clock in the morning due to talking voices. Later on, when my helper told me at night that she heard my mother in law was talking non-stop. Normally, he will leave home at 7am, but he left at 7am plus after I entered my room.