Half a rainbow

Half a rainbow: Written Originally by Jennifer Soh Li Wen, 27th January 2013, Sunday, 6:02 p.m.-6:16 p.m., talking with parents and still on the way home from Penang with a traffic jam

Half a rainbow,
Half my sorrow;
Half you borrow,
Half tomorrow.

I'm going home,
You aren't alone;
No more tone,
We're on our own.

I saw your friend,
I remember his round head;
We stared while I was on a text,
I didn't really smile and walk rushed-ahead.

Goodbye,
Say hi;
Days go by,
Out of sight.

Under the bridge

Under the bridge: Written Originally by Jennifer Soh Li Wen, 27th January 2013, Sunday, 5:53 p.m.-5:59 p.m., in the car with parents and another 18 km to Rawang 

I saw a man,
Sitting there;
Touching his hair,
Both his hands,
Skin not fair,
Shirt not tear;
Why is he there?
Does he know where?
With his friend,
Already dead;
Standing straight,
Motor shaped,
Don't worry, man,
Under the bridge you can;
Anywhere you can,
Life isn't the end,
Glad you didn't pretend,
Whatever in there;
Just get rid, okay?
There are lots to see and share,
It's as long as you aren't scared.

P/S: Finally being able to blog this poem of mine out and based on the title that I've figured out, it reminds me of this song by All Saints. Classic! Coincidences do happen! Check it out and enjoy :") 

The fear you fall

The fear you fall: Written Originally by Jennifer Soh Li Wen, 27th January 2013, Sunday, 4:06 p.m.-4:15 p.m., in the car with parents-on the way back home (after Gunung Tempurung rest house) from USM, Penang

Scratch the wall,
The fear you fall;
The eye drops,
The flip flops,
The owl hops,
The hand stops;
The ball mops,
The fever tops,
Call the cops,
By the corpse;
The moment you crawl,
A doll left in the hall, the mall.

I Must See Morning

I Must See Morning: Written Originally by Jennifer Soh Li Wen, 25th January 2013, Friday, 8:23 a.m.-8:30 a.m., In my hostel room feeling hungry (could not sleep well) and going to the Bakti Cafe soon to buy food for today (the day)

Rolling up my sleeves,
Hearing cricketing breeze;
Hearing myself sneeze,
Picking up my sanities,
Managing on priorities,
Missing old memories;
Making self a piece,
Searching for inner peace,
Humbling down my knees,
Aiming for degrees;
Rolling down my sleeves,
A real day to please. 

Positivitize Me

Positivitize Me: Written Originally by Jennifer Soh Li Wen, 23rd January 2013, Wednesday, 3:59 p.m.-4:02 p.m., In my hostel room wearing a green dress, listening to Hitz.fm, and going to cut my nails and have spirulina instant cereal soon (Just showered and blown dry my recent strawberry blonde colored hair)

Inject me,
The liquid;
Flow me,
The fluid,
Calm me,
The spirit;
Console me,
Within.

I Went to Hell

I Went to Hell: Written originally by Jennifer Soh Li Wen on 22^nd January 2013, Tuesday from 4:39 p.m. to 4:55 p.m., in my hostel room (Room 319, Block H06, Desasiswa Bakti Permai, Universiti Sains Malaysia, Penang, Malaysia) laying on the bed typing this new poem with my Nokia mobile.

I went to Hell,

Curse the bell;

Heart of cell,

Hair full of gel,

Such a bad smell,

My soul to sell;

My love to melt,

My body to rebel,

My childhood to dwell,

My innocence knows too well;

This is where I fell,

This is where I yelled, “Help!”

This is where my lung swelled,

This is where I seek Abigail;

This is where we fell ill,

This is where the counting bill,

Amount of hill,

Rush of the treadmill;

I’m not Jill,

I’m not Mill,

I don’t work late,

I don’t kill;

I carry my own pail,

I walk on my own rail,

I only know on how to sail,

I solely live on His will;

Till whenever till,

Until my heart is filled,

With cereal and milk,

With heaps of silk;

Covering with kilt,

.

.

.

At a time,

At a place,

Once with him;

I see grace,

I put on my lace,

He touches my face,

He only has two legs;

Surviving on my baked cakes,

Not questioning my fakes,

Of all of the hundred maids,

He knows my states;

He brushes off my hates,

He opens new magical gates,

He tells to me new tales,

For all that it takes;

With just slight touches,

And his warm tender kisses,

How strong just to take my dream away,

And drift me away;

To a better rear,

A pathway clear.

If I Had A Daughter, That'd Be You

If I Had A Daughter, That’d Be You: Written originally by Jennifer Soh Li Wen on 21^st January 2013, Monday from 8:45 p.m. to 9:35 p.m., In my hostel room (Room 319, Block H06, Desasiswa Bakti Permai, Universiti Sains Malaysia, Penang, Malaysia) laying on the bed, back-watching F.R.I.E.N.D.S and chatting with my cousin, Hui Hui via WhatsApp.

A moment in the pantry,

Outside I was looking;

Two women in black walking,

My mind wonders in sanctuary.

By the time you read this,

You may call me Mommy;

But I may not give you bliss,

I may leave Earth already.

Baby darling,

I hear your voice singing;

Your eyes twinkling,

I call your phone ringing.

Take care of yourself,

I remind you since twelfth;

Caution on the margarita,

And guys calling you senorita.

Life brings you to wonderland,

Perhaps you don’t even dare;

Or try not to care,

Face it and firmly stand.

A woman of all worth,

You’re precious since birth;

You aren’t the first, second, or third,

Yet you’ll leave flying like a bird.

If you were to be here,

If I had no fear;

You’d always be my dear,

My love for you sincere.

Since childhood,

I wrote in a book;

My daughter named Rachel,

My son named Jesse.

Later I found it wrong,

My diary gone;

It was so long,

Still in my mind on and on.

My life story isn’t pretty,

I don’t want you to be in it;

Instead you create your own meaning,

Don’t let others affect any of it.

I don’t mind who you want to be,

You don’t live my fantasy;

You do your own thing,

I’d say you’re responsible with what you dream.

My support to you is endless,

You don’t have to me impress;

I’m neither a princess nor empress,

Just please don’t be senseless.

The choices made are yours,

Including the boys;

I do still have the voice,

So sorry if I make noise.

I pray for your health and happiness,

I hope not to lead you to blindness;

My love life is a plain madness,

Maybe I won’t even see you, Your Highness.

I’m your friend,

Till the end;

Take my hand,

I understand.

I’m still young,

With my clan;

My phone rung,

There’s no plan.

Now with you,

In my womb;

No tomb,

I feed you.

If I had a daughter,

That’d be you;

I shall meet you faster,

I love you.

This world may be turning around,

I’m losing my bound;

Let’s not go down and drown,

Let’s not frown.

I’m carrying you,

I’ve not seen you;

If only he knew,

I’m unlike his few.

I’m having a baby,

Of another somebody;

Thank you for making me a Mommy,

Though technically temporary.

I’m unmarried,

I’m nobody;

My dignity and integrity,

Still fresh in me.

This child,

Not mine;

A kiss goodbye,

A hug lullaby.

Don’t remember me,

Don’t miss me;

I’ll just be walking in my tee and jeans,

Like the two black-attired ladies. 

Summer Skies

Summer Skies: Written Originally by Jennifer Soh Li Wen, 18th January 2013, Friday, 1:06 p.m.-1:10 p.m., in my hostel room (Bakti, USM, Penang) watching F.R.I.E.N.D.S and boiling water. 

If only my love to you,
Be compared to;
The summer skies,
And realized,
It is only,
Just lullabies;
I'd sit there,
With tears in my eyes,
Knowing that,
The fact;
I'm nowhere,
None in your care.

Show and Glow

Show and Glow: Idea Written Originally by Jennifer Soh Li Wen on 29^th November 2012, Thursday from 3:35 a.m. to 5:35 a.m. (Excluding the Extra Hours of Editing on the Same Day), For CVA 2012

Curtains up,

We shall show again!

The 2^nd Creative Visual Awards,

The event the eyes gaze towards;

A platform not for the rewards,

A platform not for just words.

Imaginaries unfold,

Stories untold;

Cowards of bold,

Fires of cold.

Either Einstein or Eisenstein,

Long live the mind;

From Steinbeck to Frankenstein,

Truly one of a kind.

Dared say your thought,

Gave us what you got;

Even fishes survived at drought,

Masterpieces received are appreciated a lot.

What is a film, really?

Is it just food for the belly?

Is it only When Harry Met Sally?

Remember cameras don’t bias smelly.

Of passion and passionate,

Of mulberry and pomegranate;

Of action and hesitate,

Of awake and meditate.

Thank you for taking us,

Into your dreamlands;

As the souls witness,

Life varies from low to highlands.

On 22^nd November,

2012 is still the year;

The day the juries assembled,

The day played the shortlisted.

Congratulations!

You’re all winners!

A day of two sessions,

Admitting we’re all learners.

Being a human,

Will die any moment;

Any film independent,

A thematic reason.

No matter where we are,

No matter how near or far;

No matter on sand or tar,

No matter full or half a jar,

No matter full or half a bar,

No matter on foot or by car;

No matter whom you are,

No matter off-track or on par.

Color,

Metaphor;

Dollar,

Zephyr,

Pillar,

Sulphur.

The Awards Ceremony,

Talents a symphony;

Marking 11^th December as a blissful memory,

Realizing visual dreams have no boundary.

The one Mr. Wang Chanson,

The faithful Mr. President;

Regardless of the season,

He can make it happen.

Our Double P’s,

Peter and Praven;

Unforgettable Emcees,

Your personas proven.

The only Mr. Hassan Abd. Muthalib,

A talk so rich and mithali;

A 12^th December till sunny tip,

Terima kasih daun keladi.

Our NADI Center,

The ultimate provider;

7 screenings made easier,

Attracting ships of viewer,

Sharing revelations all over,

Films rolling by the player;

3-D artifacts displayed a foyer,

Double days of 12^th-13^th December,

Choices of happiness and sober,

Reminding us how mixed up is the weather.

Dear all involved,

Especially IPS, China, UNIMAS,

Chancellery, Schools, anonymous mass,

Jabatan Pembangunan, and PSA;

For all the ups and downs solved,

We humbly thank you all the way.

Our dear USM,

You value each a gem;

You recognize us this First Sem,

We thank you so much for the bread and jam.

Beloved tertiary students,

Are we enjoying the rhythm?

Life is more than just algorithm,

Step out and start to venture,

You’ll never know what to discover,

You don’t have to precisely measure;

Just believe in every trial and error,

Consider randomness and prudence.

Lighting,

Filmography;

Photography,

Topography,

Calligraphy,

Starring.

The airplane is now ready for takeoff,

This journey has been an abundant rally;

Putting the seatbelt on and signing off,

Xie xie ni, nandri, and merci, yours truly.

Curtains down,

We shall glow again! 

Off the Food

Off the Food
Written originally by Jennifer Soh Li Wen, 5th January 2013, 4:34 p.m.-5:24 p.m., in my hostel room


Relatively, 
It's not funny; 
Candy bunny, 
Eat safely. 

Your business, 
Our concern; 
You're careless, 
We're reasoned. 

If this is your prank, 
And just want rank; 
Not even being frank, 
Sorry if you're Frank. 

How much can you carry? 
All the cash money; 
You also have to eat, 
Unless you're anti-vege and meat. 

You Mr. or Mrs.,
What are your visions? 
Who are your versus? 
Why create problems? 

Beautiful packing, 
Looking attractive; 
Selling expensive, 
People suffering. 

Government steps in, 
As if you can be replaced; 
Prices nothing like shark fin, 
Society's eyes happily gazed. 

1Malaysia cream cracker, 
Goodbye Jacker and Double Decker; 
Thought it would be better, 
Expired date as clear as water. 

Too bad we know sense, 
Use it for bless; 
We do not feel dense, 
You ought to confess. 

China goods, 
Intruders you recruit;
Ingredients of untruths, 
Hunger to death pursuit. 

Both parties are leveled, 
Left us troubled; 
Should we off the food, 
Wealth won't enter your hood. 

Think wisely and honest, 
We are no fool; 
If you want to lie to us, 
Go learn back your moral in school. 

We hope for no matter, 
We write no complaint letter; 
Happy food is fatter, 
Easier than being a regretter. 

No one wants to suffer, 
We just want laughter; 
Tell us what you put into wafer, 
And we shall be loyal eater. 

Consumerism, 
Gold digger; 
Empire bigger, 
Capitalism. 

Enough of chemicals, 
Uplifting artificials; 
Gigantic commercials, 
You deserve only bicycles. 

Take off your shoes, 
Put on our shoes; 
We won't wear your shoes, 
We walk in our shoes. 

Without us, 
You won't be here; 
Typing fungus, 
Some don't give cheer. 

All said and done, 
Of butter and bun; 
This isn't for fun, 
These aren't mere words ton. 

Dear you food producers, 
If you mind your manners; 
We double your price planners, 
Just don't give us your cancers. 


P/S: So coincidentally today I saw this picture. It suits so much to my poetry. Thank you :")