A Cup of My Tea

Poetry Slam Hehe. My dreams are coming true. But then…...

Thu, 16 May 2013 21:44:05 -0400

Poetry Slam

Hehe. My dreams are coming true.

~~But then… I’m scared of the flaws.~~

Poem #30

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 23:54:07 -0400

Special.
Short, full, tan, and almond eyes,
plain surface, normal physical wall,
dull face from the everyday.
But don’t judge this book by its cover,
for I have things beyond looks to offer,
something you don’t see every day.
See, each one is made for a purpose,
with the help of the above,
and the ecstasy the Most High.
You’re different, in a good way,
though you’ll be discouraged daily,
all you have to do is look up the sky.

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Commentary:

It’s my perspective as a teenager. Yeah. I wanted to end in a simple way, and here you go.

I would like to thank Wanda and Nea for this challenge. It was quite a feat, trying to force words out of you.

And thank you all for supporting me in this journey, whoever you are.

I can’t wait to compile these poems. LOL. OH MY GOSH.

Poem #29

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 22:43:24 -0400

Tranquility.
It is not living in bliss,
not in sunny days,
in leisure,
idleness,
do I find myself close to you.
Only in burdens,
in continuous tempests,
in anguish,
despair,
will I find peace in you.
In the core of it all,
my heart will find clear silence,
soothing rest,
quiescence,
for I find comfort with you.

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Commentary:

One more poem guys. One more poem. And I’ll be done. It will be the end of it all. Just kidding I’ll continue this in my own time, but I won’t do it every day.

I think it was best to end my 2nd last one this way. Not too depressing, but peaceful.

Poem #28

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 00:07:00 -0400

Night.
Crescent moon plastered on a face
the concave side up, shooting stars on eyes,
deemed as radiance, disguised as darkness,
miserable, overcast skies;
they are not stars,
they are rain drops,
merely refracting artificial lights
falling down, jumping from clouds,
which blanket this evening sun,
as it will sleep, waiting for the morning star.

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Commentary:

Because people don’t dare look at moonless skies. Empty canvases are not aloud. Hmph.

Two more days! HEHE! :D I’ll write a long commentary. Hehe.

Poem #27

Sat, 27 Apr 2013 23:06:00 -0400

Temporary.
At some point
petals and leaves will fall
helium balloons will float away
through the wind, they’ll pass by,
like every single day.

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Commentary:

Three days left! Ho man I can’t wait. :)

bohemea: capriamovies: labyrinthnook: A beautiful gif-set...

Sat, 27 Apr 2013 09:21:20 -0400

bohemea:

capriamovies:

labyrinthnook:

A beautiful gif-set showing David Bowie and Jennifer Connelly rehearsing for the ballroom scene.

how did jennifer connelly survive this

I don’t even think I can survive this gif-set.

Poem #26

Sat, 27 Apr 2013 00:37:00 -0400

Projection.
I keep on pointing out theirs,
Condescending on their reactions,
Of how things are against them,
Blaming them for irrationality
Their flaws, every little thing that
Ticks me off,
Spears my nerves,
Then I realize
It’s not because of them,
It’s because of me
I, myself, am those mistakes,
Each little thing, I contain in my body

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Commentary:

Self-explanatory. That’s all. In a weird phase. Ch’ya.

sekundez: Hey everyone! Here’s my not-so-latest dance video :)...

Fri, 26 Apr 2013 00:14:00 -0400

sekundez:

Hey everyone! Here’s my not-so-latest dance video :) Enjoy, dont forget to share, like & subscribe! thanks

Hey it’s Luisa in the right corner right dur lawlz.

Poem #25

Thu, 25 Apr 2013 23:56:56 -0400

Chrysanthemum.

Time came,
for our lovers to reunite,
after a long time,
after stolen sight.
A yellow dress she wore
and he, a green suit
he carried her as they danced,
the whole world, mute.
They moved to the song of the wind,
they waltzed by the trees,
twirling about gracefully,
through the cool breeze.
Time came
for the lovers to separate,
two different ways,
possibly, with unknown fate

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Commentary:

I had another verse, but it would be too sad. (To give you an idea, I drank chrysanthemum tea once. With the flower still there.)

I like chrysanthemums, and I know them as being yellow (hence, the yellow dress), and the stems are green (hence, the green suit). I was thinking of a field. Yeah.

Four more days till the end of this challenge! Agh! D:

Poem #24

Thu, 25 Apr 2013 00:52:00 -0400

Great-Grandfather

As a child,
I was allotted stories,
legendary ones,
that made me sit in awe,
jaws dropped, eyes widened,
about my great-grandfather.
A valiant man,
full of tenacity,
stubborn,
and would not give up.
The Japanese attacked,
he was given a chance,
he didn’t give it a glance,
sacrificing his life,
instead of his pride.
I wish I was as stubborn as he,
he knew when to say no,
he knew when to say yes,
unlike the pushover me.
Instead of Jap soldiers,
I had countless offers,
different responsibilities,
many priorities,
I don’t know how to say no.
But I shall strive,
to be like the First,
to stand up for myself,
for what I believe in,
even if it means losing the world.

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Commentary:

Hey guys so you remember how yesterday I wrote a poem about Rosella? It turns out, my great-grandfather’s wife (aka my great-grandmother), is named Rosenda. What are the odds?! I didn’t even. Whoa. Mind blowing journey right here. Crazy stuff right here. My feels.

Hey guys! Each member (like me) is given 15 tickets to sell, and...

Wed, 24 Apr 2013 01:31:25 -0400

Hey guys! Each member (like me) is given 15 tickets to sell, and I don’t have anyone to sell these to. Help a bud out? :D

To see what Wayne Lee does, click here.

To buy a ticket from me, contact me at lykamsallong@gmail.com, or text me at (204)-818-1879. (By the way, the number is a textplus account. Yeh.)

Thank you!

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Poem #23

Wed, 24 Apr 2013 01:18:21 -0400

Rosella.

Anxiety struck me,
I looked,
the skies started to cry,
then I saw it come
flying right at me,
penetrating my chest,
piercing where she used to rest,
with her head under my chin.
He ran to me,
he who pulled the trigger,
reminding me
of how she used to,
with open arms,
her face glowing with joy;
he also had joy,
but it was mixed with guilt.
I lay on the ground,
looking back at the weeping expanse,
each drop embalming me,
easing my pain, comforting me,
for I knew we were beneath the same sky.
In the midst of the war noises—
soldiers shouting,
gunshots firing,
bombs detonating,
pain flowing out of me;
all I heard was her voice,
sweet, soft, comforting voice
singing to me, a lullaby,
with a loving expression,
on a face brightened by warmth,
blushed with roses,
a face that I was never to kiss once more.

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Commentary:

There should be a prose month to explain my poems. HA!

This is a story of a soldier, with his last moments, remembering his beloved, named Rosella. I had a short movie in my head as I wrote this, seeing him flash back and forth his past with Rosella to his present state at war.

Yeah.

Photo

Wed, 24 Apr 2013 01:12:56 -0400

Poem #22

Mon, 22 Apr 2013 23:21:00 -0400

Edges.
First breath
A newborn cries
Cradled in loving arms
Fragile, innocent of this world
Blameless.
Broken
Stained, damaged by the corrupt world
Where arms of comfort, gone,
An old one cries
Last breath.

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Commentary:

I tried myself in a mixed cinquain. Not too bad, I guess.

As frustrating as it was at first, I believe I am going to miss this challenge in a good way.

Okay. I’m done. Bye guys.

Poem #21

Sun, 21 Apr 2013 23:08:07 -0400

Block.
Denying does not change reality
like calling yellow, red
the honeycomb, sour,
light, dark.
However, it seems
it is only means
of escaping, ceasing,
to run away from it.
Why is that?

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Commentary:

From a statement I heard from my father. The title’s Block because I didn’t know what to call it and I’m on a baby writer’s block— the kind that you don’t know what you’re writing.

Don’t answer the question in a way that I can see it. Don’t you dare. I’ll slap any of you wannabe smart bums if you dare.

lol jk omq it’s almost the end of April.

Because I’d like to take this time to appreciate Simon D....

Sun, 21 Apr 2013 16:31:00 -0400

Because I’d like to take this time to appreciate Simon D. Hehe.

~~so instead of doing homework I made a wallpaper~~

Poem #20

Sun, 21 Apr 2013 00:05:00 -0400

Skeptic.
What is the point of it all,
when in the end, you’ll let me fall
into a den of disappointment,
a chasm of regret?
I’ve been through this so many times
through sugarcoated words,
internally filled with grime.
Get rid of that mask, “friend”
because I have the blueprint of your strategy
Somewhere else, you’ll be, in the end,
misleading again with your illusory identity.

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Commentary:

Some struggle my subconscious goes through everyday. Haha.

Poem #19

Sat, 20 Apr 2013 00:42:00 -0400

By the Fog

Peaceful night,
streetlights diffused,
the right temperature,
with the one she needed all along.
Hand in hand, side by side,
passing by route 45,
however she doesn’t know,
her deceased lover was there.

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Commentary:

I’d like to thank Noah and OJ for helping me come up with a theme while playing Scrabble. Heh.

What is up with me and ghosts lately man. LOL.

Maples Collegiate Lip Dub 2013 Our school’s lip dub! And...

Fri, 19 Apr 2013 17:17:00 -0400

Maples Collegiate Lip Dub 2013

Our school’s lip dub! And we a capella’d it. Hehehe.

~~Do you know that the concept behind this was based on Dante’s Divine Comedy. I know, that’s some deep stuff right there.~~

Poem #18

Fri, 19 Apr 2013 00:35:15 -0400

Why I Appreciate Stories

You can be an alternative to dreams,
You pull me out of reality,
You let me know of a better place,
one unlike my own.
A place where it is all possible—
time travel, teleportation,
the ability to live in different universes,
to live in fiction.
You show me the most beautiful things,
let me hear the mellifluous,
allow me to be someone else,
experience the unknown.
Though they say, on you, I should stop wasting my time,
that you’re a chasing after the wind
a pointless affair,
unlike them,
you will always be there.

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Commentary:

First thing that came into my mind: Movies. “Where anything can happen.” LOL.

I feel bad. We’re more than halfway through this now.