Presenting to you…..
I have been doing a lot of thinking lately and suddenly on the night of 23 Dec 2005, I found a lot of inspiration to wrote poems. I had always wrote poem before but I never have the guts to let anybody read it. But exclusively here, I publish two of my poems for your readings. Hope that I will get a motivative feedback and comments from you guys. I’m just an amateur poet, with no skills at all but only with a passion for writing poems. My inspiration always come from the loneliness that I had and my past experience. Hope you guys can leave a comment.
A sorrow song of a girl to herself
how did I actually fall into a trap,
that was made from my own hand?
I feel as if I had fallen into a trap
that was carefully woven and knitted
with the thread that was made
from sorrow and sadness
by my own hands
I try to escape from this trap
that had seemed to crushed me down
far, far away from HAPPINESS
an English word that I still
could not comprehend the meaning
until today because it seems
to be a very strange word for me
the word HAPPINESS do sound strange for me, as
in this carefully woven trap of grief and sadness
I can only decipher the meaning of weep
weeping for everything that I cannot own
weeping for everything that I have lost
weeping for the pain that I have caused
weeping for the sins that I have done
no saviors nor heroes ever came
and no powers nor magic ever dare
to release me from this trap
as it was controlled and guarded
by the guards of my own fate
by the minister of my own thoughts
by the kings of my own destiny
and by the god of my own self
23/12/2005
2:21am
The song of a girl to her soul
In the world’s broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!*
Am I just one of the dumb, driven cattle?
because I was certain that
my soul is not functioning
that it never give any original ideas
or give me the strength to lead.
My soul is like one of the driven cattle,
following others but never try
to lead others itself.
I detest my soul
for never giving me any chance
to be original without copying others.
More and more I started to think
of myself as a non-functioning creature
that have an empty soul
with no ideas on how
to look at life from a different angle.
My soul had become
a one-dimension device
that will work with only
a command from somebody else
or thoughts from powerful leaders
or examples from successful people
because my soul understands
that I will never become any of those
and that I will be one of the driven cattle
for plenty of time
until my soul find its way
to release itself.
23/12/2005
2:40am
*Quote taken from Henry Wordsworth Longfellow’s “The Psalm of Life” (1838,1839)
