18. Don't Wake Me Up.
18. Don't Wake Me Up.
Devoid of all inner thoughts,
Oblivious to the surroundings,
Nervous about the upcoming shot,
Take your shot, it isn’t about winning,
Whispering a small prayer,
As you propel yourself forward,
Know you’ll end up a failure
Even though you’ll bare all the hurt,
Mustering all that is left of your heart,
Enough is enough you petrify your emotions,
Until the world ends you won’t drop your guard.
Pondering if one day they’ll finally learn…
Author's Note: Acrostic poetry. a friend of mine indirectly introduced it to me, and i was thinking that i should start experimenting with more forms of poetry. was thinking about what my mother's colorgenics profile said, and what mine said, and what she said to me about my eye candy. i came up with this conclusion.
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Kai-Teoh. Teoh Jun-Kai
Stats:
18
right-handed?
Inti College Subang Jaya
ADTP - American Degree Transfer Program
11.9.1989
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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