Submissions by Cy (chui yee)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Nov 2021 2:39am
21st Nov 2021 2:39am
Clarity.
Allow me for a moment
A brief clarity of thought
A moment of exchange
Like a train interchange
And as the journey continues
Every passenger would sit quietly
Amidst the running machinery
And their minds screaming
What a crazy world we live in!
What a wonderful world we live in!
What a life!
What a brief clarity of thought.
Alas, shortlived.
A brief clarity of thought
A moment of exchange
Like a train interchange
And as the journey continues
Every passenger would sit quietly
Amidst the running machinery
And their minds screaming
What a crazy world we live in!
What a wonderful world we live in!
What a life!
What a brief clarity of thought.
Alas, shortlived.
#apathy
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
7th Oct 2015 6:31am
7th Oct 2015 6:31am
Waking up.
Waking up…
The view outside the window awaits our curious sight. Over the horizon, a quiet interchange marches to the beat of dawn. Gentle breeze, fresh, crisp air carrying the song of morning birds; intertwined in a familiar rhythm resonant across the distance.
Blooming lilies, generous shades of bark and greenery, down to the precious dew drops that precariously hangs over the edge of green slivers like white shiny pearls. Glorious. Simply glorious.
From afar, the day appear brighter, opening up the sky filled with wondrous possibilities to behold. But before,...
The view outside the window awaits our curious sight. Over the horizon, a quiet interchange marches to the beat of dawn. Gentle breeze, fresh, crisp air carrying the song of morning birds; intertwined in a familiar rhythm resonant across the distance.
Blooming lilies, generous shades of bark and greenery, down to the precious dew drops that precariously hangs over the edge of green slivers like white shiny pearls. Glorious. Simply glorious.
From afar, the day appear brighter, opening up the sky filled with wondrous possibilities to behold. But before,...
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SELF POEM
Published
27th May 2014 4:19am
27th May 2014 4:19am
Faith is a bird.
Standing before dawn you stood
Quietly, still you listened
Cool air you feel under your skin
Surrounds your body, that holds a beating heart
Warms your soul like a lukewarm vanilla
Frail little fingers gesture a motion, make a twist in the air
Make it spin, spin your head and turn;
your head and lift your hair and caught;
yourself in the eye of the storm
for Faith is only a bird that flies in the dark.
And you’re the morning bird that sets me free.
Quietly, still you listened
Cool air you feel under your skin
Surrounds your body, that holds a beating heart
Warms your soul like a lukewarm vanilla
Frail little fingers gesture a motion, make a twist in the air
Make it spin, spin your head and turn;
your head and lift your hair and caught;
yourself in the eye of the storm
for Faith is only a bird that flies in the dark.
And you’re the morning bird that sets me free.
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DARK POEM
Published
9th Apr 2014 5:20am
9th Apr 2014 5:20am
Black bird
Death ol black bird
Finds comfort in the dark
Strong commoners of the nocturnal time
Weak guardians of the past
Death befriends the black bird
Song birds with a voice of asylum
Beckoning spirits and kind souls
to Return to where the Lotuses are
Blooming pink under the ray of Sun
withstanding death and celebrate Rebirth.
Finds comfort in the dark
Strong commoners of the nocturnal time
Weak guardians of the past
Death befriends the black bird
Song birds with a voice of asylum
Beckoning spirits and kind souls
to Return to where the Lotuses are
Blooming pink under the ray of Sun
withstanding death and celebrate Rebirth.
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th May 2011 4:01am
12th May 2011 4:01am
Wish you enough
I wish you enough,
Love to give and more to receive,
I wish you enough,
Faith to last, to deceive the evil for
a gifted happiness you deserved.
I wish you enough,
Hope to believe, a miracle came true
that this world is our present.
And what enough I wouldn't wish for
you to be fulfilled?
Love to give and more to receive,
I wish you enough,
Faith to last, to deceive the evil for
a gifted happiness you deserved.
I wish you enough,
Hope to believe, a miracle came true
that this world is our present.
And what enough I wouldn't wish for
you to be fulfilled?
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Nov 2010 2:52pm
8th Nov 2010 2:52pm
Instant noodles.
You can get them branded or your childhood past-time favourite
You can get them in all kinds of screaming fancy plastic packaging you can find and feel
You can get them lined up on the shelves in hypermarkets, 24/7 convenience stores, sundry shops;
But if you can’t find them anywhere else,
You can bet that wherever the eggs will be, there’s always instant noodles.
And one thing’s for sure,
They always let you know that they’re readily available.
You can get them in all kinds of screaming fancy plastic packaging you can find and feel
You can get them lined up on the shelves in hypermarkets, 24/7 convenience stores, sundry shops;
But if you can’t find them anywhere else,
You can bet that wherever the eggs will be, there’s always instant noodles.
And one thing’s for sure,
They always let you know that they’re readily available.
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SELF POEM
Published
8th Nov 2010 2:47pm
8th Nov 2010 2:47pm
Restless tonight.
Something just triggered my mind restless tonight,
and rendered me sleepless.
So I turned over,
the cold side of my bed,
and stared through the hollowing darkness,
that hold captive of my steely heart.
I hear,
a deafening static in my ear,
swallow the sounds of all quiet and still,
a mental embrace of what equals my fear,
of uncertainty that is never a certain,
of possibility that is never a possible.
I close my eyes,
try to shut this restless mind tosleep.
and rendered me sleepless.
So I turned over,
the cold side of my bed,
and stared through the hollowing darkness,
that hold captive of my steely heart.
I hear,
a deafening static in my ear,
swallow the sounds of all quiet and still,
a mental embrace of what equals my fear,
of uncertainty that is never a certain,
of possibility that is never a possible.
I close my eyes,
try to shut this restless mind tosleep.
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
19th Sep 2010 11:53am
19th Sep 2010 11:53am
The need.
I have a packet of tissue papers, left half of its content, lying by the dresser table.
I didn't use them, or to put it simply, I have stopped drawing tissue papers out of the packet. I didn't find a point of using them anymore because it has this loud red packaging with a koala-liked creature on the cover that I didn't like and somewhat prevents my hand (bless my vanity sense) from touching it like it was some sort of poison. I didn't want to be seen carrying around such hideous and cheap plastic packet in my bag either, god forbid.
But having to bear the sight of the red...
I didn't use them, or to put it simply, I have stopped drawing tissue papers out of the packet. I didn't find a point of using them anymore because it has this loud red packaging with a koala-liked creature on the cover that I didn't like and somewhat prevents my hand (bless my vanity sense) from touching it like it was some sort of poison. I didn't want to be seen carrying around such hideous and cheap plastic packet in my bag either, god forbid.
But having to bear the sight of the red...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
19th Sep 2010 11:51am
19th Sep 2010 11:51am
Numbing pains
Numb your pain in it
It will be gone soon, soon
Feel no guilt, fear and doubt
Let go, go, go to the sea
The past is washed ashore
Waves will come back crushing bones
But it won’t hurt, hush
Numb your pain in it
Soak in the salt water
Drown the drenched soul
Go deep into the skin
Wash your sin in it
Away, away, away it goes...
It will be gone soon, soon
Feel no guilt, fear and doubt
Let go, go, go to the sea
The past is washed ashore
Waves will come back crushing bones
But it won’t hurt, hush
Numb your pain in it
Soak in the salt water
Drown the drenched soul
Go deep into the skin
Wash your sin in it
Away, away, away it goes...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Apr 2010 6:16pm
7th Apr 2010 6:16pm
Language of lies.
Many mouths has spoken
Yet not many speaks for one
Tongue lashes like a poison arrow
Spits bloody venom
Hisses the name of the avenged
Turns and twists
Of what lies are made of
Have your feet grounded to the root of mouth
Spoken yet not speaking
the language for all to hear.
Yet not many speaks for one
Tongue lashes like a poison arrow
Spits bloody venom
Hisses the name of the avenged
Turns and twists
Of what lies are made of
Have your feet grounded to the root of mouth
Spoken yet not speaking
the language for all to hear.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Apr 2010 6:07pm
7th Apr 2010 6:07pm
White rose
Why a rose? And a white one, too?
Because it spells innocence? Pure of form?
Why the colour? When you can paint it black;
Or purple or blue, when it bruise?
Why look a far, when you can desire,
One for yourself and be a liar;
Of your plastic filters for the rose
that is never white in colour.
Because it spells innocence? Pure of form?
Why the colour? When you can paint it black;
Or purple or blue, when it bruise?
Why look a far, when you can desire,
One for yourself and be a liar;
Of your plastic filters for the rose
that is never white in colour.
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ANGER POEM
Published
28th Mar 2010 5:40pm
28th Mar 2010 5:40pm
Rise to the occasion
I refused,
to let myself down.
I won't give up,
to what I'm holding on.
I believed what I am made of.
I'll never claim on defeat.
They don't understand a dirt.
Nobody gives a freaking damn.
But I'll be just fine.
I won't surrender,
I'll keep on trying and again I will try,
Not for them but me.
One door closes and another opens.
Mistakes that are meant to be made,
Reasons for things to happen,
That can only get better than good.
I'm learning.
Growing.
A journey.
Discovery for the wise to reflect upon.
A...
to let myself down.
I won't give up,
to what I'm holding on.
I believed what I am made of.
I'll never claim on defeat.
They don't understand a dirt.
Nobody gives a freaking damn.
But I'll be just fine.
I won't surrender,
I'll keep on trying and again I will try,
Not for them but me.
One door closes and another opens.
Mistakes that are meant to be made,
Reasons for things to happen,
That can only get better than good.
I'm learning.
Growing.
A journey.
Discovery for the wise to reflect upon.
A...
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