1. Forget Yesterday, Live Tomorrow.
1. Forget Yesterday, Live Tomorrow.
The beginning of the red month,
The turning of color and falling of leaves,
Not with a bang but a whimper it has begun,
Here I am smiling, foolish and naïve,
The temperature slowly dips,
As it vainly tries to follow my pace,
The chilling air the brush of illusionary lips,
A slow drizzle mixed with a salty taste,
Barely drenched but wet nonetheless,
I mark the beginning with a serene smile,
These tears have no reason, I have to profess,
But then need I? As I soothe my inner child?
I’ll retrace my steps around this foreign land,
The same thing I do to ease my sorrow,
September’s beginning marks a new plan,
Forget yesterday just to live for tomorrow.
Author's Note : the numeral in front represents the day of the month which i wrote the poem. since this is part of my personal project of sorts, Seasons of September *thanks pat for the title idea*. So obviously, #1, Sept 1st.
was actually thinking of the day when i was in St Cloud and there was a slight drizzle. and i thought of that particular day because the song Jersey by Mayday Parade was talking about Jersey being cold. so one thing led to another.
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Listen...
Drip,
From my slit wrist,
My life.
Drip,
From my sad eyes,
My dreams.
Flow,
Gone; my life.
Shattered; my dreams.
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Kai Teoh, Seasons of September