It was just a Dream

It was just a Dream 

Written originally by Jennifer Soh Li Wen, 22nd August 2013, Thursday, 10:58 a.m.-11:35 a.m., in my room at BSD home 

I slept, 

I woke;

No wept,

No poke.

It was just a dream,

All in a stream;

A moment so seem,

Later on a total dim.

I'm trying to remember,

Was it anytime in summer?

The answer only in slumber,

It's not even yet September. 

I saw some events,

Faces of my friends;

As I laid to rest,

All these came to my head nest.

One thing that I find it deep,

It was a close call so steep;

The hot air balloon couldn't keep,

Started burning without a beep.

What were the people doing?

I couldn't see;

A woman flew out and in glee,

She only had a minor injury,

It would have made me pee,

But I just kept on dreaming;

The hot air balloon is burning,

The land it was approaching. 

It was a close call,

Looked like a fire ball;

But some people didn't care at all,

While some escaped from the mall,

They still ate rice, fish, and meatball.

Which made me wonder,

Life equals to experience?

You'd rather experience danger?

Challenging death's patience?

I saw many familiar faces,

My contacts from all spaces;

Young and old no matter,

Some are close and I'm like a sister.

Another dream was graduation,

Which included job opportunities;

Other sequences I can't really recall,

Especially the early ones not at all.

Perhaps this dream is meant to be,

Tested me on my self-identity;

On who am I and who I want to be,

Am I close or distant to everybody?

Though it was just a dream,

But it seemed like a movie;

In film it could be in the Academy,

In life it could have just hit me.

Will I leave a positive trace?

In encountering puzzle and maze?

Why do I reject a man's praise?

Why in my vision there's still haze?

I'm feeling very tired,

I'm feeling very wired;

I need to fix the broken,

My dream is a reminder token.

Yes, now I remember,

The car workshop so near;

I shall ask them later,

Just the red part no fear.

Alone of loneliness,

Don't make it worthless;

Don't make it breathless,

Enjoy the life of liveliness. 

I'm going to make this work,

I hope I didn't do anything wrong;

My head is such a jerk,

Made me feeling guilty all day long.

If there's any occurrence,

They should be loud;

The little ones won't lie,

I don't want to hurt and cause tears.

I always think of the impossible,

I always think of the unbelievable;

I always think of the irresponsible,

All are so wrong, cruel, and sexual.

Forgive me of my negativity,

I need to be more optimistic;

Keep calm and be positivity,

Live life and be as realistic.

We're only humans,

Made of sperms;

And perhaps germs,

Taste not only lemons.

I shall stop here,

I need to take care of my bladder;

Got to learn to live life better,

No way I'm going to be fatter. 

Let me suffer,

In my own slumber;

Until September,

My own rumble.

The Cow Over the Tree

The Cow Over the Tree

Written originally by Jennifer Soh Li Wen, 13 August 2013, 6:04 p.m.-6:24 p.m., Tuesday, on the way home from Muar, Johor with my parents.

The cow tiptoed gracefully,

Slightly on the top of the tree;

Was it ballet or just a dream?

Was it really or just fantasy?

The cow didn't fall in agony,

The tree stood below him;

The tree kept on feeding in,

He kept on being fed in,

The whole universe bowed freely,

The cow and tree provided the needy;

No one would ever be sorry,

Of getting whatever they need,

Please just tell me your story,

I had only just one life to live;

Everything was a symbiosis belief,

You and me carried grin and grief,

Tomorrow was never a guarantee,

Did I've super powers of any?

Thank God I didn't need many,

My gratitude towards the elderly,

Made me forget every melancholy,

Simple living was the basic identity;

We didn't need that much technology,

Home with love was only the need,

No measure of light weight or heavy,

Thin or thick the soup was the gravy;

I apologized for my brain being fussy,

Awakened me I shouldn't be messy.

Fly for Me

Fly for Me

Written originally by Jennifer Soh Li Wen, 20th July 2013, Saturday, 9:50 p.m.-10:41 p.m., alone in the living room at home watching Australia Network's drama series: Bed of Roses

You flew to see me,

Was it fate or destiny?

You came to me,

Should I be sorry?

Chemistry,

Human being;

Tragedy,

Heartbeat. 

You got me feeling,

You got me longing;

You got me kissing,

You got me missing.

You gave me colours,

Ignored murmurs;

Living with a purpose,

Life isn't at all a curse.

If only my heart can be seen,

I won't ask you to clean;

Just look for your name in it,

And see how the blood lit.

I'm no beauty,

But I did it;

I'm proud of it,

You had me ready.

Since you've decided,

It's no longer provided;

My feelings overrated,

My love for you busted.

I can't seem to throw,

All into the waste basket;

Maybe I need to bend low,

Go deep inside my pocket.

You gave nothing but memories,

Not to forget wonderful fantasies;

Burning so much of calories,

I need to find new remedies.

Loyalty the best policy,

I'm out of your life already;

So, stop coming to me, please,

Your text didn't make me cheese.

Once I was yours,

Once the rain pours;

Once with the course,

Once love without force.

I've loved you with all my heart,

So much that you tore me apart;

I've missed you so darn hard,

I was dramatic the avant-garde. 

Another man won't love me for me,

Even you won't be my company;

Let me be as lonely,

I'm nothing but a busy bee.

I don't need you to tell me,

The world that I should live in;

I'm big enough to know already,

I don't wish to live in parody.

I know my hunger and my thirst,

I know that you're in fact my first;

I know that I didn't expect a purse,

I know I could be better being nurse.

You aren't by my side,

You hate seeing me cry;

You and I missed the ride,

You had me believing your lie.

I'm not meant to be your collection,

Also not your possession;

Also not your obsession,

Also not your percussion. 

You had your recess,

You had your confess;

I did my protest,

I failed the test.

You don't go listing girls,

You don't go asking twirls;

You don't go into other worlds,

You don't go straightening curls.

I fell for you and it was true,

Even now I still need a clue;

On how to get rid of you,

And give myself a pursue.

If only I could kiss you,

If only dreams come true;

If only it had to be you,

If only it wasn't a screw.

Tell me more truth,

Face me and my foot;

No more messaging through,

Don't keep your words, just shoot.

Too bad you haven't any bravery,

Having lies as fat as buns in bakery;

Dragged me into female slavery,

You ultimately proclaimed mastery.

How stupid I was to let you in,

I should've locked and throw the key;

Make sure you didn't find anything,

How it happened as I was a monkey.

Let me and my soul be,

You once liked me;

You even thanked me,

My job is to just be free.

Let me breathe and pee,

You've your own cup of tea;

Go ahead with your jet ski,

See who's lucky to get your knee.

Your future,

Your culture;

Your overture,

Your structure.

I'm out of here,

Without a tear;

It has been a year,

All is very clear.

My heart needs to be tamed,

Tonight doesn't feel the same;

I know I sound lame,

Why am I still trusting your game?

Don't I've a type?

You aren't that hype;

I've never imagined you that I like,

I'm never prepared for your strike.

My hope for health and happy,

No wealth yet no disease;

I don't have life a many,

I owe too much too the trees.

My heart is now searching for you,

I'm stopping it and I need You;

God has shown me clue by clue,

I can't stick with you; I'm not a glue.

One day I'll leave this country,

One day I'll die under the sea;

One day I'll write another story,

One day I'll try to be more sexy.

I saw the airplane,

I saw the rainbow;

I've passed the pain,

I've hid in the shadow.

I'm not asking,

Just saying;

If you do love me,

Please fly for me.

Heart as Stone

Heart as Stone

Written originally by Jennifer Soh Li Wen, 14th July 2013, Sunday, 7:19 a.m.-7:28 a.m., laying sleepily and lazily in my room at home

Her heart as stone,

His flesh and bone;

Both's gentle tone,

Seldom on telephone,

It's good being alone,

No one hears you moan;

You eat your own scone,

You be your own throne,

You need the shape cone,

You're a romance prone;

You think all is just a loan,

In the end, what do you own?

My heart as stone,

Your flesh and bone;

Silently ignoring the tone,

You're off my telephone.

The Invisible

The Invisible

Written originally by Jennifer Soh Li Wen, 13th July 2013, Saturday, 10:36 p.m.-10:47 p.m., laying down in my own room at home sweet home 

The invisible,

So judgmental;

So sociable,

So irresistible,

So comparable,

A constable;

Insatiable,

Manageable.

A woman,

A semen;

An organ,

A token,

A jargon,

A wagon;

A lemon,

Forsaken. 

The human,

The pattern;

The ribbon,

The mutton,

The bacon,

The beacon;

The gallon,

The person.

An innocence,

An essence;

A presence,

A competence,

A completeness,

A witness;

A highness,

A lioness. 

Let you be you,

True or untrue;

Blue or not blue,

Glue or not glue,

New or not new,

For view of view;

Hope just a few,

Hurt no more mew.

PO-SI-TI-VI-TY: Just A Click Only

PO-SI-TI-VI-TY: Just A Click Only 

Written originally by Jennifer Soh Li Wen, 8:40 a.m.-, 1st July 2013, Monday, alone in the Saga car waiting for the office door to be opened in Bukit Sri Bintang, Kepong, KL and there it's opened. I haven't even started this poem. To be continued... Alone on my double mattresses, 10:28 a.m.-10:32 a.m., Tuesday, 9th July 2013 

POlite and chastity,

SItuations of anything;

TItans of the being,

VItality of the clarity,

TYcoons of own story,

Just a click only.