Wednesday, June 3, 2015

Poem 2 (slam)

When I was a little kid, my dad loved music.
There was always a stream made up of notes floating out the crack in the door.
Being the little kid that I was, I imitated him.
I would sing whenever I had free time in my pocket.
Well, that is, until third grade,
This girl walked up to me and said:
"Hey, can you stop? It's disgusting."
The words slit through my throat like thousand pieces of tiny glass shards
Not enough to kill me but it took my voice.
I stopped singing.
I started lowering my voice so no one could see the inner tender heart I've got.
But whenever I was alone, I would still fire up that karaoke machine and sing to my heart's content,
Because I couldn't understand why people would hate me for my voice and my lack of height,
Why is it girly when it's coming from a guy?

The wounds took many years to heal.
One day, here came this girl,
She heard my sound then to me she came,
She said:
"great bait mate I rate eight out of eight"
   [wink and exit]






PS The last line was a joke I made. However, after thinking about other possible lines I found this line is not that bad


Poem 1

my life

I’m not the kind of guy who likes to escape reality
But reality is too much for me.
They tell me to study, and usually I obey
But the happiness slips away

I love my lessons, don’t get me wrong
But when they speak their presence becomes so strong
Their tone changes and I am forced to sing along
Deep in my heart I wish happiness goes on

I am not the favourite, nor am i the last
I know my capability, it is so vast
Can’t wake up I drown in the past
Waiting for the day to burst through my cap

Reality is always gray and grim
I try to face with a grin
Hope is getting so slim and the pain stays-
Phantom limb

My grandma phones me and grandpa send me clips about holidays
Never have I missed the button for play
Don’t know if I’m a great kid or I’m just fake
Because never have I went back to their place

I don’t want to take their place
Gone are the days I could feel their embrace
But believe me Mom watch me race

I would set my pace they can never chase