Suppressed Voice

Voice recorder is lost
Nowhere to be found
Voice is totally lost
Lost in suppression
Suppressed beyond measure
From empty threats

Thus losing own voice

Now is in the midst of
Searching own voice
Amongst many crying voices
Wishing to the Lord to return to Him

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Inspiration On: Saturday, 12 September 2015 at 11pm

The voice recorder, which I use to record the truth, is nowhere to be found. I have extracted all the recording into a hard disk. It is placed on the wooden table. However, the recorder is gone. Where else do I misplace it? Do someone take it? The above poetry births out when I feel that I’m not heard. My parents, the confinement lady and my maid who knows the truth encourage me to speak the truth. However, the perpetrator tends to sow discord between my parents and I. Wish you all have good days and thank you. 

Pudding

An elastic
soft gel texture
Milky white in colour
With a roundish cone shapes
It’s given name is PUDDING
Vanilla is deeply stirred inside a
Roundish cone shapes which is
Welcoming you to eat and enjoy

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Inspiration On: Saturday, 7 August 2015 at 12:35pm
Inspiration Ends On: Sunday, 13 August 2015 at 2:30pm

I was observing my son who was enjoying vanilla pudding. I can’t help to observe the pudding texture. Today is the improved poem. Wish you all have good days and thank you. 

The Love of Books and Videos

Do we love 
Books
For entertainment or learning?

Do we love 
Videos
For entertainment or learning?

Entering another world of
Books and videos 
As a form of escape
Release our tension 
Living in this world
Resting from our weary hearts and minds
Seeking to be comforted 
To be living in a dream

Do books and videos 
Strengthen us? 
Correct our assumptions?
Imbue empathy in us?
Widen our horizon?
Or justify our actions?
Or elevate own prejudices?
Or add more fuel to our anger?
Or cause us to commence to sin?

Should we be more discerning
On the books and videos
We consume?

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Inspiration On: Saturday, 12 April 2014 at 5:25am
Inspiration Ends On: Friday, 28 August 2015 at 10:44am

I was stuck in the first stanza. Therefore, this poetry was left untouched. Today, I look at this again. Everything flows well and give the final conclusion. Wish you all have good days and thank you. 

What Am I?

What am I?
What am I?
Am I a ball to be tossed around?

What am I?
What am I?
Am I a child who is tossed around?

What am I?
What am I?
Am I a wife who is tossed away after giving birth?

What am I?
What am I?
Am I mentee to be tossed around?

What am I?
What am I?
Am I to be hurt and keep quiet?

What am I?
What am I?
Am I to be bullied and made fun of?

I care about others’ feelings
I love to make things easy for others
I know how it feels to be hurt
I give and give
Until
I drained

What am I?
What am I?
Yes, I’m a child of God
In Jesus I find solace

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Inspiration On: Sunday, 23 August 2015 at 11:59pm

What am I? Am I supposed to be tossed around, Lord? All my parents care is for me to get married instead of letting me gain financial independence first. I thought my husband can understand me but believes his mother’s false accusations. I’m utterly disappointed when I heard my dad to mention a fact. It is a fact that my son is a child who is used to checkmate two sides. Deep down, I am so hurt. Deep down, I wish my friend’s business plan to work out so that i can bring my child to work. It is to produce media and books for children. Her long term goal is to employ senior citizens and mothers (housewives, widows and the single mothers). Though a man gives out his own perspectives of marriage breakdown, he only cares about men’s opinion.

On the day I withdraw myself from my husband, he mentioned that he wanted to glue the broken vase to save the marriage. What does he means? I thought he often loved to threaten divorce to get his way. What do you think?

Everyday, he loves to find fault when things are done correctly. Recently, he was furious when I wanted to buy a soya sauce. The reason I want to buy soya sauce was to make a red chilli sauce. Instead of believing me, he insisted on his own presumptions. Then I don’t bother him at all.

Wish you all have good days and thank you.

Why? Why?

Why do you have to come to give me hug?
When I was going to close up
Why do you speak so gently to comfort my aching heart?

Now, I am stuttering
Yes, I stumble with my words
Learning to communicate clearly
But

Why are you so hard on me?
When I want to say I need help
I stumble with my words
Your presumptions and misunderstandings
Of me and challenge the Lord
Hurts me so much

Do you speak on His behalf?
Or
Do you speak on your own perceptions?

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Inspiration On: Thursday, 30 July 2015 at 3pm
Inspiration Ends On: Thursday, 13 August 2015 at 10am

During my interactions with a sister in Christ, she seemed pissed off with my delay response and my stuttering. The business idea to give job opportunities to single mothers May this poetry comforts those who are caught in between. May you know that you are not alone. Wish you all have good days and thank you.

Being An Ambidextrous

Writing with a left hand
On the post-it notes
Seems nostalgic

It has been ages to begin
Writing with a left hand
At the age of three

Only to be dissuaded from using left-hand
It is a scar to remember those times
Being forced to learn

Writing with my right hand
Though I have been writing with my right hand
Left hand and feet are my first reactions

Being too compliant to force myself
Writing with my right hand
Seeking acceptance and to love my parents
Knowing they care

Hoping to blend with the common people
Blending like a chameleon
Writing with my right hand
As a camouflage to be accepted as the norm

But
Left hand and feet are my first reactions
In whatever I do
Right hand and feet are the next movements

Living a confused life
Only to find out the real me
After marriage and teaching my son

My left hand automatically draws and writes
A surprising realisation
Only to be treated as the odd ones in my family

Yes, they care about me
Yet I feel suppressed to comply to their opinions
Because I care about how they feel

Only when my suppression grows worse
The more I am against their opinions for not understanding me
Wishing only Jesus, my Lord and Saviour

Though they mean it for good
God means it for my own good too

Being an ambidextrous

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Inspiration On: Friday, 3 July 2015 at 7:43pm
Inspiration Ends On: Wednesday, 8 July 2015 at 5:35pm

It has been ages for me to write with my left hand. It feels good and sentimental to remember my younger days. The more I understand myself and feeling strange about myself for being the odd one in my family. Hope this poetry able to comfort others who go through the same thing as I do. You are not alone. Wish you all have good days and thank you.

Ace

A creative entrepreneur
Accidentally found

An Accidental
Creative
Enterprise

In the midst of arts industry
Where the new creatives
Can withhold

Paid
Internship and Professional
Income

To improve employability skills
Passionate to work
Yet able to care the family

Not solitary endeavour
but to
ACE together!

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Inspiration On: Wednesday, 10 June 2015 at 11:55am

In the current creative industries, there is an increasing epidemic where the creative job seekers are not paid during internship due to a book written to the artists to provide their service for free. Are not the workers deserve their wages? Wish you all have good days and thank you.

Diverse to Complement

We are too diverse
Yet
We complement each other

Complement each other’s strengths
But
Diverseness also causes conflict

Do humans’ weaknesses cause conflict?
Or
Strengthen each other to overcome

An understanding and loving heart and mind
Helps
A repentant heart and mind

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Inspiration On: Thursday, 4 June 2015 at 1:10am

Mum C’s poem titled We are twisted moves me to birth this poetry. Wish you all have good days and thank you.

Inner Voice

A voice beneath the surface
Speaks
Echo into my

Inner being
Inner heart
Inner mind

Blessing me
With
Strength to arise

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Inspiration On: Wednesday, 3 June 2015 at 3:50pm

It all begin with “a voice beneath the surface”. From there, more words come along to birth this poetry. I thank my Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ to strengthen me and bless me with the inner strength to arise from my hurts. Wish you all have good days and thank you.

Music Speaks to Autism

Melodies of tunes
The beauty of music
Compels
Heightens
Comforts
Own hearts and mind

Bass and deep music
Pours out
My woes

High tone melodies
Sparks
Cute and light feelings

Clashing cymbals
Compels
Noisy surroundings

Light drumming
Heightens
Sense of marching for war

Music without melodies
Shun
My sense and ears

Deep down
Wish to
Dance

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Inspiration On: Saturday, 30 May 2015 at 1:37pm

The Music speaks to kids with autism helps to understand myself better. My enjoyment in music and how it speaks to me are answered. That explains the reason I am inclined to songs and musics. Wish you all have good days and thank you.