Shelang’s Poetry Wall
The moon is pretty isn’t it?
Behind the sea of clouds,
is a moon so fantastic
Behind the sea of crowds,
is a girl so terrific
To the girl with Beauty so stunning,
You’re just like the Moon
Sometimes shy like the evening
Sometimes bright like the Afternoon
You’re a subject so profound
You’re a subject so interesting
You hide behind the clouds
You hide behind almost everything
Luna’s not your name
and yet you shine like it’s your game
You’re not the moon that brightens the night
And yet you’re full of happiness and light
I hope you realize
It’s not just your outer beauty that we see
I hope you also recognize
Yourself for being the happiness of somebody
Worthy of His Love
How can someone die for her?
Sacrifice himself
For someone like myself
A mere human and a sinner
A million times she falls
and he picks her up more times than she can recall
At nights when she feels like giving up
He’s there to offer his love
When she wasn’t capable to shine
She was lost and Darkness surrounded her way
He left the ninety-nine
to search for the one who went astray
The people she loves, leave her often
Which is why her heart hardened
but He always reminds her that she’s not Forgotten
He comforts her and her Heart Softens
The world throws rocks at her
Rocks that make her crumble
and He stays there standing in the middle of Trouble
He serves as her shield and Protector
She’s a nobody
but He made her Worthy
Worthy of Salvation and Love
Worthy of Blessings from above
Target Panic
Every arrow that I release
Comes with a touch of worry
I rarely feel at ease
whenever I’m playing Archery
Yes it is all games and fun
but when competitions are on
I feel like I’m all done
Worried I might fail and disappoint everyone
As the string touches my lip
I aim as accurately as I can
Once the clicker’s been exceeded by the tip
I re-draw and start again
I could’ve shot the arrow
But I didn’t do so
I am worried that it will not hit
Where I supposedly aimed it
Target panic is my greatest demon
So hard to overcome in every competition
I want to be like Hyek, D’almeida, and Hiroshi
But how can I be? Target Panic doesn’t leave me!
An Athlete’s Verselets
In every sports competition
You see the Athletes’ Passion
Our Skills and Talents’ Fusion
And our Great Determination
Weeks to months of Training
Weeks to months of Weariness
For Athletes to feel the excitement of Winning
And our Hard Work’s Success
Oh how sweet is it
to hear your name be called as winner
Oh how rewarding is it
To see what you’ve become and get flashbacks from when you were a Beginner
When it comes to Competitions
Not everyone will attain the Victory
But Giving up will never be an Option
Instead we show our camaraderie
Stand and be Bold
Do your best in your event
Go and win that Gold
to see where all your struggles went
The Abandoned
I grew up thinking I wasn’t scared of anything
Not Snakes, Ghosts, Darkness, Nothing
but as I mature, I’m slowly realizing something
I am scared of one thing
A child so scared of being left alone
Always in need of accompaniment
A child so scared of being on her own
A child with the fear of Abandonment
With the scars from my childhood
I learned to leave first
There were many who misunderstood
‘Cause they didn’t know what was worst
I tend to leave people before they leave me
‘Cause leaving someone is lighter to carry
than the heartache of someone leaving me
Which is harder to bury.
How selfish of me to think that way
Maybe it won’t be like that if one dared to stay
Now the fear of Desertion
Infects my mind slowly like a Poison
Behind my idiosyncrasy of leaving
Is a Child longing for Love
Either from a friend or any human being
But I’ve come to realize that I can only receive that from above.
What do I feel?
There are times when I feel everything at once
Every single emotion a human can possibly feel
This would go on for days, weeks, to months
Times when I can’t stay still
But there’s also a time when I don’t feel anything at all
Not a single emotion comes to my core
Times when I won’t answer any call
all I want to do is stumble to my bed and fall
I don’t want to function
So drained without doing action
I’m like a phone’s dead battery
Not knowing when to charge and regain my energy
I feel like a robot with no soul
Not wanting to talk
Not wanting to walk
I just wanna face the wall
Do I want to cry?
Do I want to fly?
Or Do I just want to stand by?
I don’t know what to do, I don’t know where to go, I don’t know why.
Inscrutable Feeling
Is it just me?
Or does everyone have that feeling too?
That feeling with no clarity,
You don’t know if you’re mad, tired, or just blue
In my back there’s this big pile of rubble
Like I am carrying the whole world’s trouble
I feel so morose, forlorn, and sullen
And I happen to bear everything all of a sudden
I want someone to check up on me
But if they ask me how I feel
and request for my emotions’ reveal
What will I say to that somebody?
My confusing feelings, I am trying to fathom
But then it’s like a very big Conundrum
I can’t even explain what I’m feeling
and I expect that someone will help me with what I’m dealing?
Should I talk to somebody?
Or let it remain a mystery?
Should I keep it to myself?
Or write it and store it in a shelf?
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