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Frail (Pt2)
With realizing myself binded with illusionary cuffs,
And when my eyes meet those,
My eyes doesn't trusts –
And the white paper in which a pen's point is stabbed into;
The ink keeps spreading over the sheet
Still mixing with the white;
To form a disturbing sight,
To form another meandering lane,
Surrounded with white pearls and white lights –
To wander through the maze
Passing through it to meet its end
But the path is bungled,
But makes you accept it
The wind blew~
Hearing the whistling wind,
I open my eyes
Still everyone cheering me with my name
And I wake up from the reverie
And see the ink dripping...
© mesmerictiu_
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Penned At: 23/05/2021
#PoemsCuppie
End of the poem Frail.. Mmm, actually this poem is based on an incident I faced. (You can read it if not bored) Once in class V, we had a poetry writing competition, and everyone thought that I was great. So after the advices of teachers and receiving encouragement from my friends, I took part in the competition. During the competition, I was nervous as hell as in the final rounds I faced a strong opponent. She wrote too good and was famous through the whole campus for her astonishing writing. So I was a bit scared. The competition started as unexpectedly everyone howled my name and cheering me up while I was wet with sweat *_*
That time, there was no idea what should I write, nor any topic, neither any inspiration around me. So, I sat quitely thinking about any idea but when I started daydreaming this poem.
Surely, I hella freaked out seeing such a worst daydream but of course it gave me an creative idea. No one among all the participants wrote this kind of reverie poem, so I tried this. But while in ecstasy I started writing, I realized I actually wasted a paper as the ink kept dripping. (Wooh in horror, I was somehow out) But I managed to write and I somehow defeated my opponent. So actually the poem in a childish handwriting was written in when I was in 5th standard, now I converted it into a somehow good language XD
Hope you like it ♥
And when my eyes meet those,
My eyes doesn't trusts –
And the white paper in which a pen's point is stabbed into;
The ink keeps spreading over the sheet
Still mixing with the white;
To form a disturbing sight,
To form another meandering lane,
Surrounded with white pearls and white lights –
To wander through the maze
Passing through it to meet its end
But the path is bungled,
But makes you accept it
The wind blew~
Hearing the whistling wind,
I open my eyes
Still everyone cheering me with my name
And I wake up from the reverie
And see the ink dripping...
© mesmerictiu_
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Penned At: 23/05/2021
#PoemsCuppie
End of the poem Frail.. Mmm, actually this poem is based on an incident I faced. (You can read it if not bored) Once in class V, we had a poetry writing competition, and everyone thought that I was great. So after the advices of teachers and receiving encouragement from my friends, I took part in the competition. During the competition, I was nervous as hell as in the final rounds I faced a strong opponent. She wrote too good and was famous through the whole campus for her astonishing writing. So I was a bit scared. The competition started as unexpectedly everyone howled my name and cheering me up while I was wet with sweat *_*
That time, there was no idea what should I write, nor any topic, neither any inspiration around me. So, I sat quitely thinking about any idea but when I started daydreaming this poem.
Surely, I hella freaked out seeing such a worst daydream but of course it gave me an creative idea. No one among all the participants wrote this kind of reverie poem, so I tried this. But while in ecstasy I started writing, I realized I actually wasted a paper as the ink kept dripping. (Wooh in horror, I was somehow out) But I managed to write and I somehow defeated my opponent. So actually the poem in a childish handwriting was written in when I was in 5th standard, now I converted it into a somehow good language XD
Hope you like it ♥
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