First of all, let me apologize for my four months missing in action. Mr Thunder and Ms Rain are on their way, hence, I have to finish this before they found me. Or, if I’m daring enough to write this under their nose (Eek, if they ever have a nose lol)…
I’ve done some manuscript editing and then put it aside cos’ I have something in mind that I have to do, or else it’ll be like a raven crow pecking my head wherever I go.
WanderInkZ Creative Services – I’ve set up this small business venture on Facebook to sell my framed and printed poems, instead of printing them in a chapbook. This is for those who wish to purchase my work individually, of course it’s not as cheap as a chapbook. Having said so, I’ve spent all my time to choose the best photo frame, beautifully designed papers, of which some I designed on my own, using fabric tapes, lace tapes and other ornaments, in order to provide the best and well-decorated artwork…in writing. I’m also taking in personalized poems ordering. This business will also branching into writing motivational poems, poetry editing services and poetry writing workshop. Do check the page out and click a ‘Like’ (truly appreciate that): https://www.facebook.com/wanderinkzCS
ZiggyZag Arms Poetry Journal – It says it all, as a published poet besides volunteering for Eastlit to be part of the editorial board member, I’ve started my own online poetry journal. It aims to publish under-represented and emerging Asian descent poets around the world (even if you’re half Asian, you’re welcome to submit). The publication months are February, April, June, August, October and December. Do check the website: http://ziggyzagarmspoetryjournal.weebly.com. Facebook ‘Like’ us (truly appreciate that): https://www.facebook.com/ziggyzagarmsPJ
Stay tune for more of me and my other baby-ventures…
Took a detour this morning and found
a missing alphabet at the bus stop,
Is it a sign for the missing puzzle
that I am actually your missing rib
the one I’ve been searching for the longest time?
I can be blunt about a thing called love,
Now I’m saying, please don’t leave; don’t go
It’s not the time, not until I stand before you,
saying: ‘You are mine and now I’m yours’,
and then drenched in each others’ embrace.
You’re the reason I woke up to every happiness,
that my world no more an anti-clockwise,
In the cruelest iridescent I see rainbow
adjoining pieces of you and me, along the way
to a place only where we two belong.
This heart I had opened to let you in,
Stay with me for as long as you wish,
I can always walk away
but here I am choose to believe.
Though the fear is suffocating,
You cast them all away, I don’t know how
but you did it like no one has ever attempted.
I see our footprints on the sand,
In this leap of faith, I’m with you
to walk the eggshell path,
Our hands and feet are bound,
With memories, these hearts beat aloud.
In the brink of darkness, our tears
eager to weave through a second chance,
It’s all so clear that happiness is ahead of us,
Tomorrow is ours to partake. A toast to every sunrise
and sunset that had surpassed,
count them with our faith and in Him we shall trust.
Butterfly lips are on your neck and shoulder,
Careful not to touch the contour of your face
and smile as you breathe on my hair,
My fingers refuse to entangle beautiful knots,
I had dreamed of us like this, over and again.
When the sun rises, I will pack the suitcase
inundated with Moulin Rouge and Cathedral memories,
Finished last night’s champagne from the bottle,
I look at you for the very last time; a moment of silence,
How I wish to repeat yesterday in an immaculate beat.
But I will be gone before you open your eyes,
I will be gone by the time you are awake.
Took a trip to your hometown,
Where you promised to show me around,
By the fountain we’d danced,
a lovely duet of miles and miles apart.
Challenge me the difference between winter and spring,
Before you leave me with Summer the stranger,
‘Two in One Soul’ is unknown to a Scarlet Letter,
but it has envisaged in confusion and bittersweet.
At the playground, of smiling nose and lips,
Men and women sharing the responsibilities,
building merrily institution for their children,
This maternal clock is ticking like a nuclear atomic.
I had scribbled lyrical poems on random basis,
on the notebook you gave me when we first met,
I put my hand on this half-beating heart,
Eyes on the tilted artwork by the dune,
‘My love, I miss you so.’
This love is not an obsession
yet difficult to remain conscious
fumbling with insanity,
Like a bird I should hold it with care,
neither too tight, nor too loose
In case the curtain closes;
damage committed –
I will let it sink and swim
in this pit-less heart.
They say uninvited love hurts a lifetime,
let him go move on look forward,
The right one will eventually appear;
be patient and persevere
Bear in mind that True Love Waits,
But there’s something no one would resonant:
Once his name has been set in this mind,
will always be as pure as wine,
doesn’t need to say you’re sorry,
It has no right or wrong,
And it doesn’t ask the reason why
this is happening to you and me,
It comes straight from the heart,
like sweeping feet across the ocean wide,
whether or not you and I are ready,
The distance between us is set to determine,
a crucial test; an endurance
of what is worth the fight,
It could be an endless makeshift,
Beautiful tricks played by fateful chemistry,
If I would to make a wish tonight,
Dear my love, take me to wherever you may be.