Something humid, something cool..

When we met he made me hot with his cool cool talk

We went for dinners and went on walks,

Leaving our name written in chalk

His kiss, his touch, his look and his hug

His love, his care, his passion and his lust

His laughter, his anger, his mischief and his stare

His eyes, his lips, his chest and his hair

Feeling danger, excitement and almost like a tart,

I fell into his arms giving him my heart

Something humid, something cool,

His charisma turned me into a fool

Poverty

The rich are happy, the poor are sad
The rich party as the poor stare
The rich waste but the poor starve
The poor slave as the rich laugh

Why this divide of rich and poor?
The world is all's to share and love
Love thy neighbour, love thy friends,
Love the poor.... give them a hand

They deserve a chance from you and me.
Don't turn your back to their pleas

I

I is the lion

I is the wind

I is the sun

I is king

I is pink

I is blue

I is me or is I you?

I is dance

I is music

I is the girl who laughs like a lunatic

I is the voice

I is the words

I is the thoughts of the world

I is the cupcake

I is the cookie

I is the sister

I am the mummy

I is whoever you want me to be,

Your dream, your reality

But who is I, who is me?

I is all I want to be

My Sunflower

Fascinating is the sunflower
Bright as the sun,
Whom it follows around

Standing tall and proud,
Drinking up the warmth
Be it in the open fields,
Or the pretty vase in my house

Fragrant it may not be,
But it has its own beauty

A natural wonder, a bright marvel
A creation of mother earth,
That is the sunflower

My Rose

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Red as blood is my rose
Its fragrance filling this prose
Its beauty shining like a torch
Lighting up what I see not

My rose delights with beauty
Yet thorns too bite with cruelty
Kiss of my rose is purer then dew
Its touch is soft as silk

Captivating, seducing
Passionate and loving
My rose is what it is,
Simply a beauty

My Body, Your Body

Creative Writing Poem 1.
Background on poem: Titled 'My Body, Your Body', the poem is about my body and your body. My body is my body but your body is the Singapore History Museum. That was all the brief we got. We were told to go to museum and use that as inspiration for the poem. So on Saturday I spent 2 amazing hours at the museum. The result of all this is the poem below. I hope you enjoy reading it.

My Body, Your Body

What is a body,
an object occupying space?
My body, your body both the same
Yet we differ in what we hold inside us
Me, I hold emotions and a life living
You, tales and stories of lives past

Bodies, yours and mine, are nothing without our souls
Just empty spaces waiting as moulds
My body, your body await the unknown
To give our existence a reason for being

Each day passing adds something to my body, your body
My body lives for the now as with time
Your body lives for the past as gone with time

Still I ask what is your body, my body?
An enigma with treasures hidden?
Or
Just an empty shell?

Creative Writing Class

So one of the 4 classes I am taking this semester is Creative Writing. It is quite a contrast to my accounting modules. But hey I am not complaining. The class is relaxed with the professor super chilled out. He is the some what famous Singapore author Kirpal Singh. He is kinda witty and wacky and very liberal.

Anyways for this class I will have to write a collection of 10 poems. Each week Kirpal Singh would give us the title and basic background to the poem. We are then required to pull out a poem from the air (or where ever else we do)..

I will be posting these poems here.. Do leave your comments and critics. I am not a professional and I am certainly not a technical poet. I just write from the heart.