160: fakeup

blurring the shadows from the past sleepless nights
lining soul’s windows with the cattiest of sights
flicking off the ends, 'few times for good measure
to last all through the day in pain or with pleasure
plucking the follicles that have grown astray
filling in the gaps left behind by d.n.a.
staining the pale from being pursed for too long
plumping them with shades they keep on saying are wrong
powdering the rest, especially the spots
gathering the loose strands and untangling the knots
staring at the reflection, wonder with dread:
am i seeking attention by looking less 'dead'?


2019-03-27 2.10pm

152: thoughts and players

1.
my thirsty lips
brushing against
your lazy smile,

2.
whispering sweet nothings
while running the tip of my tongue
along the ridge of your ears,
slowly nibbling each lobe
as you silently beg
for more,

3.
your sweetsalty skin
and heavy scent
as i leave a trail
of sloppy kisses
down the side
of your neck,

4.
your collarbones
grazed
red
moist,

5.
drawing circles
on your chest
and blowing on each peak
as you quiver under me
ever so slightly,

6.
my hands
twirling your curls
cupping your cheeks
squeezing your shoulders
holding you
down,

7.
your heartbeats
and the constant cycles of
sighs and gasps
as we dip in and out
of blissful insanity,

8.
breathing you in
and kissing your temples
as your trembling pillars stabilise
leaving my throbbing altar
witness my spiritual supplication
through closed eyes
and needy moans,

9.
watching you
rise and fall
as you drift off into another world
leaving me
for the nth time
undone,

10.
knowing
that i can finally breathe easy
now that you
are no longer
in my prayers.

2019-04-12 5.38pm

136: NaPoWriMo Day 26: butt; hurt

Hello beautiful souls! Sheena here and I'll be posting the prompts beginning today until #day30. Joms.

PROMPT:

Where are you right now? What is happening around you? How does it sound, smell, taste, look and feel like? Today's prompt challenges you to be in the present moment. Choose a place to be in (it can even be the place you are in RIGHT NOW) and recreate the experience by writing a place poem. Examples of place poems include Ee Tiang Hong’s Perth and James Wright’s The Secret of Light .

BONUS CHALLENGE:
Begin your poem by mentioning a body part.

Happy writing!

#day26 #napowrimo #npwm #poetrycafekl #pckl #placepoetry

via Poetry Cafe KL

113: scald

of numbers one to ten:
of indifference and going crazy
of in denial and feeling guilty,

on the scale
of all the things through which i've been living to everything i'm capable of being,
of the truths i've been believing to what i'm trying to be achieving,

on the scale
of greatness and sanity
of good health and charity
of godliness and clarity,

i think i finally understand
where i stand.

because on the scale
of underwhelming limits and limiting overgeneralisation,
of forms zero to infinity,
of anorexic to obesity,
i worry
to a senseless degree
of what i am
on scalea

63: shield spun of silk

in these past 20 plus years,
i have been transferring
from one cocoon to another;
it's to keep me away from the dangers outside
they kept telling me.

these shields will protect me
by tightly wrapping my wings
so close to my body --
don't mind the lack of room, you say
don't worry about not being able to stretch or breathe --it's better to be safe
than to make mistakes, okay?

not okay.
i am claustrophobic
and i have been in here for far too long.

and yet, while i am tempted to break free,
another fear grows:
what if i tear down the wall around me
and i come to find
that my wings are broken
and i cannot fly away after all?


2017-05-29 9.35am

originally: 2012-12-10






in these past 20 plus years,
i have been transferring
from one cocoon
to another.

these fragile shields
will keep you away
from the dangers outside,
is what they kept
telling me.

these will keep you in
and wrap
your limbs
and
your wings
so close to your body that there's
barely any room
to stretch; there's
barely any room
to even breathe.
or to make mistakes.

but i have been in here
for far too long,
i am tempted to break free,
but
irreversible;
what if,
what if,
i tear down the wall around me
but i come to find
that my wings cannot fly?

tempting me
t
the life i could feel
from the real world outside of this cocoon
has tempted me to tear open
this delicate layer
dedicated to hold me
and my wings
as close as possible.

but now that i have been released from my shelter

i wish i could go back inside
i don't want to face the outside world anymore.

it's not that

55: pointblank

What is the point of
having both eyes open when
you choose to be blind?


What is the point of
having a heart and mind when
you keep them confined?

30: A Furry Ordeal

   feeling a bit chilly,
i curl my legs into
   my kaftan nightie
as i lay down on the bed
   trying to make myself comfy,
when this ball of fur comes along
   and gets all cosy
as she snuggles herself
   right next to me
and proceeds to sleep
   soundly.

10.12pm

as much as i hated waking her (ie. iqa's cat, simba) about half an hour later ... i really couldn't feel my legs. =_=