Sorry for the lack of updates yet again. I waddled in revisions and urgent coursework immediately upon touchdown - with not enough time to recuperate from the exhausting flight home.
While I comb through the countless photographs that I captured in Taipei City and settle with my assignments and the upcoming test, here is a (crooked) poem that I wrote on the return flight home.
It's loosely based on two real-life stories that ended on a neutral note. Neither is it a happy ending nor a sad ending.
Rocks are weighing her soul down
She is dragging her feet around,
Tired of facing the bittersweet life.
Her lips are curving downwards.
Her eyes are mirroring a defeated spirit.
Her heart is being burned by fear.
Wary is clinging to her like a frightened child.
Indescribable emotions are surrounding her.
A heartbreak is sending her into sadness,
One that she is struggling to pull herself out from.
She is staring at the skyscraper opposite her.
A sad smile is leaking out onto her face,
As the bittersweet memory is wafting in her mind.
It was a cool spring night.
They were sprawled on the smooth grass,
Next to each other,
Observing the moonlight above them.
They were discussing about their dreams,
Their future together.
He said, I will always love you, my dear.
I will never let you know the meaning of hurt.
I will treasure you like a fragile doll.
He made a promise he couldn't keep.
No, he didn't betray her.
He coated their love with lies.
She is left on the pavement,
Pouring her crushed heart onto the road.
Hope that you're doing alright these days!
ReplyDeleteTake care~
I'm doing alright, Hayley. =) The above poem was written based on a dark moment in my past life.
DeleteThanks, and you take care too, yeah? =)
I like the first paragraph!
ReplyDeleteIt's sadly poetic, you have a flair for writing these things. Sadness does bring out the best in you (creative wise), but I hope everything is alright on your end.
Thanks, Huai Bin! I'm glad you liked it.
DeleteWell, I'll like to give some credit to God for this talent. If it hadn't been for Him, I don't think I'll ever be exposed to creative writing and take a subject in one for college. =) Sadness is like a double-edged sword; it brings out the best and worst....