Last year, one of our tasks for our public speaking class was to write a poem. Iāve never written poetry before (Iāve attempted, but failed numerous times). And no way am I good compared to people like Kimchi, Mia, Kasih, Myra, Anise and Intan. In conclusion, I suck. Nevertheless, I had to write one.Ā I had so many ideas in my head that I couldnāt put into words. So, after days and days of pondering, I got it (on the day before the dateline wudupp). On the way to our first fancy dinner quest, I started writing while Gyenice drove.Ā
In the end, I finished it. And I guess Iām pretty proud of it. Proud enough to post it here, at least. Itās nowhere near good, but itās good enough for me.Ā
I was really nervous while performing it, because my friends were watching, even Yasser and Nelson (who werenāt in public speaking) came to watch me. I distinctly remember Yasser sayingĀ āInarah do it well, I came here just to watch you okayā lmaoooo, it made me so nervous. The pictures below are screenshots from the video he took of me. Yes, thereās a video, but it sucks.Ā
(I was wearing glasses because I stayed up to finish writing and couldnāt put my contacts on because my eyes were too tired. Why didnāt I write it earlier you ask? I couldnāt! I just couldnāt wrap my head around this whole thing till the very last minute, as with my other assignments as well. This proves that I can only get my brain to work properly when iām under pressure⦠uhoh)
Anywayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy,
here it is.Ā
Everything thatās on my mind
Iād like to think of my mind as
vast
vast like the ocean
or a long empty street
vast like a field of blossoms
or the sky which is out of my reachĀ
but right now
the currents are strong in this ocean of mine
the street is bustling with traffic
my field of blossoms are on the verge of wilting
and in my sky, thereās a thunderstorm
letās start with 3 syllables
frus-tra-tion
Frustration
a type of irritation or a kind of exasperation
you know, the kind that makes Malays sigh and say
*sigh* āAku frus lahā
or the kind that makes profanity your mother tongue
FUCK SHIT PANTAT BODOH BABI SIALĀ
The frustration of having nothing to wear
The frustration of having no money to spare
The frustration of having too many things to do
The frustration of having the cough and the flu
The frustration of having to scratch my skin
But even though I donāt want to, my impulse always wins
The frustration of having too little time
The frustration of not being able to rhyme
The frustration of writing this poem
Which probably isnāt even poetry
But at least I tried
Anyway
Whatās the opposite of up? Down
And by down, I donāt mean down low on the ground
I mean down as in blue, as in sad, as in feeling like poo basically
The things that make me sad are great in quantity
But I have to admit, theyāre pretty petty
I spend hours being sad about the fact that
Parallel lines have a lot in common but they never meet
And then I get sadder when I think of the fact that
Every other pair of lines meet once and they never meet again
I get sad thinking about the soft toys I havenāt spent time with
I get sad thinking about how the world believes that fairies and mermaids are a myth
I get sad thinking about technology
Poverty
Apologies
Yeap, these things have a hold on me
I know you might be thinking, wow, is that it?
Well
Those arenāt the only things that go on in my head
There are some things that I think about
And believe me, I donāt only get sad
Heck
I get worried, and anxious
So much that sometimes I canāt even sleep
I get worried thinking about my friends
And whether or not they will turn around and leave me
Because isnāt that what happens in our fleeting lives?
Everyone leaves eventually
I get worried thinking about life in a few years
What will I be? Where will I be? Who will I be with?
I get worried thinking about life without my parents
My backbone, more important than my hand phone
If I could, Iād put them on a throne
But every single time, I think of my parents and a tombstone
The currents in my head get stronger, and the traffic on the street gets louder
The blossoms in my field dry out and the sky in my head blacks out
Because
theyāre the most important things to me
like a chair, and a table
or a shoe, and a shoelace
sure, Iād manage without them, but without them Iād be incomplete
and I wish I could tell them this
but I know I canāt
the same way I get worried thinking about how my siblings are growing each and every day
And I canāt show them I love them in any way
because I canāt speak my heart, as much as I want to
I get embarrassed and shy, Iāll practically become see through
And in a few years, things arenāt going to be the same
I get worried thinking about how one day,
Even my cats wonāt be here to stay
And this crushes me to the core
But with all these negative emotions flowing through
There has to be some positive ones too
So let me tell you about the ocean breeze
how by the bustling street, there are trees
and in my blossom field there are bees
And in my sky, amongst all the unease, sometimes,
I can see sunrays behind the storm clouds
And thatās what I call happiness
Happiness is arriving home to see that thereās food left for me
Happiness is drinking a glass of cold milk tea
Happiness is learning a song on the piano and playing it smoothly for the first time ever
Happiness is eating ice cream during the hot weather
Happiness is laughing with your friends
Happiness is crying with your friends and realising that
They are your friends
Happiness is procrastinating but still being able to pass a test
Happiness is being able to rest after a day of getting stressed
Happiness is listening to music that you love
Happiness is looking up and above
And realising that that shiny little thing up in the sky is not an aeroplane
Itās a star
And amongst all this pollution that has no solution
Sometimes, if you look hard enough
The stars can still be seen
Happiness is what I feel amongst all of you
And I hope you think of me as someone who makes you happy too
And with that
I thank you all for visiting the mess that is my mind
The doors are always open
Youāre welcome to come back and visit any time.
Written by me, on the 11th of November 2017.
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I felt the need to post that, to look back a little. If you couldnāt tell, I tried to put everything I was feeling into this poem. I hope you liked it.