Her perspective about happy people in her question Are you happy? helps me to show the contrast of the way we see things.
Now I begin to understand some people and the narcissists are so unhappy and attempt to make me see in their perspectives and belittling my never say die attitude and attempts.
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.
Turn my head up
Half moon laughs at me
Half moon is happy with me.
Move my body the other way
Half moon cries to me
Half moon looks sad to me.
Inspiration On: Friday, 22 March 2013 at 9:12pm
While my husband and I were bringing our son out to the mall, I turned my head to see the sky. It was half moon and the birthed out the above poetry.
Refusing to brush his teeth;
Feet sticking to the wall;
Arms onto grandma’s bed.
Helper shouts for his dad’s help.
His dad enters grandma’s room
With a dark face
Nearing him . . .
Brooh! Brooh! Brooh!
Saliva onto his dad’s face
IMPOLITE!
Hand is going to slap!
But . . .
Swaying butt to the left
Swaying butt to the right
Repetitively
Avoid his slapping hand.
Swaying butt to the left
Swaying butt to the right
Continuously
Avoid his slapping hand again.
Stop his butt and . . .
SLAP!
Mouth turns downward
Sad . . .
Holding his tears.
He is sorry.
His dad returns to his room;
Downward mouth turns upward
Grinning!
Inspiration On: Saturday, 2 February 2013 at 12:02am
After I reached home from attending self-publishing workshop, my mother and helper reported to me of my toddler’s second mischief. So the above inspiration was birthed forth. During the swaying of butt, my helper laughed until her stomach pain.
Yoshiko 