"WHERE GO?!" Reality Bites themed collection of 6 poems

 

                                                             WHERE GO!?

An Anthology of Poems by 

Adlan Shafi bin Ab Aziz 0341471

Maisarah binti Muhd Zamri 0335576

    Sherman Teo Jun Hui 0336674

    Tan Wei Kien 0335008

    Theme: Reality Bites

        LAS60704: Introduction to Creative Writing

Where GO!? (Haiku) by Adlan 

mama n dada, 

nobody come up up mii, 

ma-tu-wi-tee’s yuck.

Ode to Wally (Ode) by Sherman

 

Oh my dearest friend,

Your fluffiness comforts me like sipping hot chocolate on a winter morning.

My love for you knows no end.

A cloud-touching mountain of you is what I dream of hoarding.

When the night gets angry and gloomy,

Your familiar musky scent soothes my soul to sleep.

The colour of your luscious coat, as sweet as a mango.

 The feel of your hair sends shivers right through me.

You’re so cuddly like marshmallows that I’d wish to dive deep.

But mommy tells me I’ll one day grow up and let you go.

 

Oh my closest friend,

Shining beady eyes like those of ravens in the night sky.

Without you, it’ll be no fun when I play pretend.

Wally! Your skin is tearing! Why why why?

Your guts are spilling out like snow. Overflow.

Your golden seams are splitting into three. Tie tie tie.

Now your jelly belly has sunken down far too low.

A world without Wally is like a world without cookies and dough.

Your absence will only make me cry cry cry.

But mommy says maturity is to learn and let go.

Suffocated (Concrete) by Adlan

Not Meant to be (Lyric) by Maisarah

*Reading to be accompanied with https://youtu.be/wg4Suq5_hi0?t=153  

 

I had ambitions;

To be an officer, a firefighter, or a politician.

I had dreams;

To walk the runway, or paint on canvas, or sing some hymns.

I wanted to be many things, and they said I could be anything.

Everything is possible; nothing can stop me.

No bridges are uncrossable, I’m free to become whatever I want to be.

 

But then they tell me;

I failed the test, I couldn't afford it, I’m not a good fit.

And then they tell me;

I don’t meet the requirements, I don’t have the talent, I should just quit.

I realize now that I was never free to become what I wanted to be.

But I sucked it up to secure a future;

God, all this maturity is giving me a tumour.

             

Fleeting Time (Sonnet) by Adlan & Maisarah

 

Is this the life that was in my vision? 

Working from nine to five with stable pay, 

Is this the life that fits my description?

Working while keeping family at bay.

At home, my lovely family awaits,

Come dinner time, the one missing is me,

No use waiting for me for I’ll be late,

Work-life balance’s never a guarantee.

“Daddy, storytime”, NO! I’m too sleepy,

The time that was lost seeing you growing,

“Dad, I’m going now”, no, I’ll be lonely,

But I’ve no right to stop you from leaving. 

Yet my dear child is living healthily,

Is this what it meant by maturity?

 

 

             

Just a Pensioner (Narrative) by Ryan

 

The rhythm of a slowed heartbeat

Brought panicked cries and hurried feet. 

With weakened breaths and cloudy eyes,

She drifted in and out of sleep.

 

Dreaming was a sound escape

To lovely skies and better days, 

Where she ran free, and beauty thrived

Before her senses dulled and frayed.

 

Her hands were soft, her eyes were bright,

She sang and danced her way through the night.

With rosy cheeks and gleeful grins,

Where life was truly at its height.

 

The skies were bursts of red and pink,

And hours passed in smoke and drinks,

With deep red lips and endless sips

She never had to frown or think.

 

Highways twinkled, streetlights shone

On sparkling boards and cobbled stone,

But colours changed to harsh white lamps

When she awoke in bed alone.

 

With helpless cries and drowning fears,

Her wrinkled hands grew blurred in tears

“Take me back,” she barely wheezed

As she begged to turn back the years.

 

A body frozen in its place,

A tongue that could no longer taste. 

With smell and sound and vision gone,

Life was but a tragic waste.

 

So with the final strength she had,

With all her might, she made a grab

Towards the stream of coloured cords

Until the machine beeped like mad.

 

Her husband rushed in with a limp

And watched her once-bright gaze fade dim,

He begged her to stay, but in vain

For she no longer remembered him.

 

She gasped, and sighed and smiled with glee

As the room faded instantly.

Her mind was calm, for at long last she No longer felt the pain of maturity.