Indecisive: Series 12 to 14

Friday, 18 April 2014 at 4:50am
15. Regretting own indecisiveness is completely useless
16. Rather than fall into depression pit
17. Trust my Saviour to go forward


This is the final decision to regret my indecisiveness. Time to move on.

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Dark bottomless Pit

My heart sinks
Sink into a
Dark bottomless pit
All hope is lost
Forever
All data is gone
Forever
Backup isn’t the recent.

Unwilling to admit defeat
Continuum pressing its power button
Continuum disappointment sets in
My heart and mind cries out to my Lord

Press iPod touch’s power button again
Symbols appear signaling to charge
Swiftly, I plug it
Oh! The plug isn’t fully inserted.
The plug isn’t fully inserted.
Press the plug harder
iPod touch is charging.
My heart rises up
My heart rises out of the
Dark bottomless pit
All hope returns
All data is alive
Daily backup is essential.


Inspiration On: Wednesday, 24 April 2013 at 10:10pm

Since last year, I have been using the first generation of iPod touch. It was bought by my dad who was offered by his friend. His friend sells it at a discounted price to my dad. My family and I sat in utter disbelief for him to buy such an expensive device. In our eyes, my dad leads a frugal life. Due to inexperience towards electronic device, he passed the iPod touch to my brother. All along my brother use it for playing games and watch converted videos. Samsung galaxy came into the picture and he renewed his mobile phone contract to purchase it. In the end, the iPod touch is in my hand whose purpose is to check my email and writing down my inspirations of poetry.

Upon realizing the iPod touch was dead; my heart sank because of my data. Data of inspirations and tasks. Spending my midnight to write down on the paper whatever I can remember. The third paragraphs summarize my thankfulness to my Lord Jesus Christ, surprise and heart is alive again. But also feel silly.

Nutritious Soil

Dig, dig, and dig.
Digging a hole.
Dig, dig, and dig.
Digging a deep pit.
Dig, dig, and dig.
Digging a deep hole.
Deep enough to
Contain
Its poo.

Butt rests
On top of
The
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Brownish round pieces
Pieces of poo
Fall into the
d
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Bowels clean
Fluff! Fluff! Fluff!
Closing the d
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h
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Fluff! Fluff! Fluff!

Closing the d
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Pat! Pat!
Flattening the soil.

Wagging its tail
Then left the soil.
And approaches
The triangle house
And play
With us.


Inspiration On: Friday, 15 February 2013 at 9:44pm
Inspiration Ends On: Saturday, 16 February 2013 at 1:08am

This is the fourth series about my stray pet ‘Melvin’ who is mentioned in my previous poetry. One day, I happened to spot it digging the soil and poo outside my uncle’s house.

Rattling Air-Conditioner

Rattle! Rattle!
Rattle! Rattle!
Oh! The fan is spoiling.
Grabbing an LED torchlight;
Hairy legs are moving;
Dark
chocolate
body.
Is it alive?
Oh! It is alive!
Creeping and exploring the air conditioner.

Straw pokes!
Poke! Poke!
Running, crossing, exploring, hiding
Fans, pipes, . . .
Swift to a large round pipe!

WHOOSH!
Circling a black cylinder!
What?!
In a dark pit?!
An opening?
White?
Here, I jump OUT!
Srsh! Srsh!
Oh, I am locked in a
Plastic bag.
Whaaaaa!
Now, I ended in a dark large
Dungeon!


Inspiration On: Tuesday, 15 January 2013 at 8:20pm
Inspiration On: Wednesday, 16 January 2013 at 3:11pm

Three days ago, a cockroach was inside my air conditioner. Unknowingly, my husband and I thought the fan in the air conditioner was spoiling. Upon shining the torchlight to it, a cockroach was running and exploring inside the air conditioner.

The first two paragraphs are written from my perspective then the last one is depicting the voice of the cockroach.