Intricacy and all

Life in its entirety is simple

but living things and human beings thrive within complication

all the persuasion chasing for perfection

are for the despondents deprived of affection

you ain't weak if you take a step back hungry for clarification

when all you need is one trouble-free explanation

on how to live and how to assemble determination

how to pace yourself at each resting station

how to breathe your existence to appear relevant

how the challenges and worries of yours are prevalent

how no one solution is t-shirt sized

how to accept faults and compromise

how life principles isn't a labyrinth to live by.

April 2015 - Poetry Month >> Written daily for 30 days

#TheDirtyThirty

Day 1: Free Writing

Every word that you breathe is perfection
the particles in that carbon dioxide give me lesions
you had me choked up with your invisible exhale
I'm all out of batteries, but I'll find the positive in hope.

Day 2: Three Favourite Words

Tradition
Catastrophic
Contumacy

Manners and traditions are all comfortably well
but once they start to control, they outlived their usefulness
it is catastrophic with the lack of inhibition
when the ballsy intellectuals revel beyond contumacy.

Day 3: 10 things you'd want a stranger to know about you if they had to hear nothing else

Not one inch of my hair is bleached
although I need to get it trimmed about two inches
where I will greet my hair stylist with three words
with four seats vacant, I picked the one closest to the exit
in case of fire, I would only require five seconds to escape
six is the speed dial number I'd call for the fire department
while waiting for seven minutes, I'd help wherever I possibly can
I remembered scanning the salon and there were eight occupants
counting again now and there are nine including the cat
and 10 minutes was how long it took for the officials to report the incident on tv.

Day 6: Tea #Haiku

Like a closed wound
I don't want to disconnect
Green tea, mi amor!

Day7 #TheEndofSomething

(9th October 2013)
Strategically deposited parallel with the ceiling
I looked up and the wall clock indicated that it's time
what lies ahead gave me the inevitable shivers
somehow that sensation was chronologically befitting
as my body was positioned on the operating table
waiting for the icy subulate scalpel to caress my skin.

(5 months earlier)
The risk of performing the surgery is discouraging
"Waist-down incapability of movement", I went numb
but "It has to be done. Or you won't live pass #thirty", he said
a wave of emotions I wasn't even aware that I am qualified of swooped in
shattering my fragile nervous system into rugged molecules
synchronously, reasoning that this will be over in due time.

(5 months and 6 hours later)
Familiar articulation of whispers hovered
a string of black and white images fluttered anxiously
"She's awake. Let's talk to her."
with all the energy left, I lifted my right arm gesturing the time
"I think she wants to know the time."
"It is done, successfully. There is no worry now." 


Day 8 #Love

At the second our hazel-coloured eyes met
you said, "Hello", and I did not turn back
I've been borrowed, without an expiry date
the clock's hour and minute-hand are ticking, I'm still waiting
for the curves of your smile is one of a kind
"This is beautiful, I refused to be blind."

In a crowded space where silly logic dwells
disfiguring all the five senses that I know so well
the gentle touch that arrived at my skin
the calm before the storm, no, it's a whirlwind
my heart aches like blaring trumpets in a marching band
consistently trampled by happy feet, I can't complain.

Today, baby, it is your 33rd birthday
my fingers fill the gaps in yours as we sway
to our heartbeats till we are dizzy
for what the future holds has to be as yummy as Ben & Jerry's chocolate fudge 
brownie.

Happy Birthday, Sayang.

Truly yours,
Sherilyn

Day9 #LessonLearnedGrowingUp

Vacate your memory 
of the ones that weigh you down
for they are after your sadness 
and downfalls
not your achievements 
nor your fortune.

Even though no one being is born the same
we were without possessions 
when we arrived into this world
as we sprout and bloom into adults
it's a competition of the matchless
and an amusement for the weak
while the dough may be satisfying
but deep down inside you know that
that isn't fulfilling.

What's satiating is love
unrestricted from the visible chains
self-ruling yet candid
raw yet liberating
juvenile yet intoxicating.

My Kaleidoscope

I look above through my honey-eyed kaleidoscope 
I see colours of my journeys form rainbow in the sky
it did not rain, no
it was not sunshiny either
but it was a loop of these that made it all better.

I close my eyes and a picture appear
of a place, of a land that I hold dear
there are greens and blue elements 
from amoebas to ancient men
they are not in suits and ties
nor a dress to cover their lies
but a uniform that's standardised.

I see every living thing as equal 
no prejudices, no conflicts, no killings 
no statuses and no rankings
only richly cultured beings inhabiting the earth.
And then I open my eyes...

Midnight Blues

At times,
I would like to think that my words are too delicate for another person's ear
that the air that I breathe would somehow be my invisible filter
a generator, for less of harsher dwellings
for comfort that soothes even the wildest beast.

At times,
I would rather dive in a sea emptied of its blue clear water
to feel the shrapnel of shattered glass broken from love letters of sailors
feeling the pain of being tied up in chains screaming for a sweet release 
until that moment, that bottle touches the shore into the hands of my beloved.

At other times, 
coffee would be an appreciable medium of companion
tea, on the other hand, makes me feel like I'm English
added by the clink-clanks of silver cutleries
being in a Starbucks' joint, writing this piece whispering sweet nothings is heaven to me. 

Harvest

I have been told that the business of life is the acquisition of memories
bitter for the better or sweeter for the worse
the more important deciding factor is you, and not me
I would reckon just do not let it be a vision for the curse.

The equation of success is measured when one can harvest happiness
the generation of us is indeed the pioneer to modernism
but even with this practiced and complex literary minds
could we possibly fathom the unforeseen future?

Hope is a tease designed to prevent us from accepting reality
but when hope is nothing but a poison for insanity
and all you require is a little more objectivity
then, the devilish dream deprives you of transparency.