Another Poem!

The following is the last poem I had written in college. It came about during a low point in my life (or rather, what I thought was the lowest point at the time), and I had written it to express exactly what I was feeling without actually saying what was going on. When I finished, I said to myself that this piece, though complete in itself, cannot end just as it is; it must have a 'sequel', especially since it ends on a dour note. However, it's been over ten years since that time, and I've yet to write that final, uplifting conclusion. Not that I haven't tried, mind you... its just that I've not been able to connect with a feeling or emotion that could complement the one found in this piece. Ah well... some other time, perhaps. Until then, do read on and tell me what you think:


My Story of 'Hope'

When I was a young boy, Hope sprang in me true
And inspired me to fly into the sky blue.
But when I first tried on that clear summer’s day
I just came crashing down, all to my dismay!
I said to myself, “I failed, but I’ll cope
One day I will fly as long as I’ve Hope.”
I was up the next morn all cheery and bright
Wond’ring if today I will reach the sun’s light.
Looking behind me, I brushed all doubts aside:
Hope gave me wings so the wind I can ride!
But despite my new gifts I still couldn’t fly;
Upon hitting the ground I gave a pained cry.
Nevertheless, Hope made my spirit strong.
“I will touch the sky! That is where I belong!!”
And thus, everyday, I continued my quest
Never relenting, always trying my best.

The days turned to weeks, the months into years
Yet I’ve nothing to show for my effort but tears
Because both my wings are now tattered and torn,
My feathers so shabby, my spirit forlorn.
What happened, you ask? Well, it took quite a while
But now I see why my hard work proved futile:
Each time I failed I’d get up and keep trying
Unaware that Hope within me was dying
For each time I climbed up higher and farther
I’d fall to the ground much faster and harder.
Hope can get hurt, and whenever I fell
I gave it a wound I could never make well.
And now Hope has died… I’ve given up trying
I have thrown away all my dreams of flying.
If each time I fly I know I will fall,
Just crash and get hurt, then why try at all?

I was a poet, bet you din't know it!

The following is a poem I wrote back in my college days, about a girl whose name I truly never learned. Yes, I used to write poems, strange as it may sound! It was mostly to pass the time away while I was stuck in my apartment room with nothing to do and nowhere to go, but also I found it to be a pleasant outlet for pent up feelings I couldn't normally express otherwise. Nowadays there are too many distractions for me to be able to sit down and focus on writing more of these; however, I do hope that one day, I will have the chance to do so again. ^_^


I Wish...

I wish that I could tell you, as I sit here and write
Just how much I think about you every day and night
You’re constantly on my mind, you’re always in my head
I should be cramming now but I’m writing this poem instead
If we could get together, I’d make you understand
All the things I feel for you as I’m holding your hand
But then I don’t even know you; you’re just a face I see
Every other day in our school gym as you attend P.E.
I wish that we were classmates, coz then we could be friends
And I would be there for you until the very end
I wish that I knew someone; a friend who knew you, too
And I would get that person to introduce me to you
I wish that I could hold you, if only for a while
And then I’d say the sweet nothings I know will make you smile
Maybe if I had more courage. . . if I wasn’t so shy
Then maybe I’d have greeted you each time you walked on by
But alas, I am a fool, and it is a proven fact
That whenever you passed by I did not know how to act
So many times you were so close, many a time so near
That if I leaned in closer your lovely voice I would hear
I really wish I knew you, I really wish I could
One day read this poem to you (for you, of course I would!)
Until that time I’m just this guy who doesn’t know your name
And ‘til I do I guess I’m still playing the wishing game