April 12th (NapoWrimo)

Eye contact


I am fixated on this table

Tracing my fingers over the etched in marks of boredom

I stare at my laptop,

Reading the same headline for the 5th time

I gaze outside,

seeing the sun disappear

I look everywhere,

But you


April 5th (NapoWrimo)


Empty racecars drenched in rain.

I stare beaming teddy bears in the eyes.

This place feels abandoned,

But in two months, it will become someone’s heaven once again.

I climb the rickety stairs

Sign my soul away.

Welcome it as my second home for yet another summer

April 4th (NapoWrimo)


You had starry Eyes


A shell of yourself

Do you remember who you once were?

Carefree, playful, innocent

Would you go back?

To avoid making the mistakes that

were disguised to be brilliant

You went about with starry eyes

Too hopeful,

you fell on broken glass

Would you re-wind?

Forget all the people you now love

Those who know your secrets

Everyone you’ve met

A chance to start over

April 3rd (NapoWrimo)




She’ll bring you oranges in groups of 8

And wash the dishes like she was raised to

She’ll help you cook dinner and make conversation

In perfect Mandarin

She asks for permission

To date your daughter,

And suddenly everything changes

April 2nd (NapoWrimo)

I have decided to do Napowrimo, which is where you write a poem every single day in April. I started April 2nd. This is my poem:

Truth and lies


There’s truthfulness in pain

And there are lies in joy

But is it better to convince yourself of happiness

Or feel the sharp pang of honesty?

BEDA Day 28 – Haikus Without the Letter A

1. I need friends tonight

To go see the movie with

They’ll buy me popcorn

2. We sit down with drinks

Suffer through lots of previews

The movie begins

3. There’s lots of plot holes

I’m beginning to nod off

This film is not good.

4. The end credits roll

I didn’t nod off just yet

Let’s go home, we’ll sleep


A Confession

I wonder if anyone will figure out who this is about…

Is it the colour of your eyes?

a sea of grey, murky like smoke and mirrors,

but au contraire, my dear,

that’s a compliment,

I’d love to unravel your mysteries,

I’m not afraid of them.

You’ve made butterflies emerge from their cocoons,

ready to fly.

confined in a space so small,

they have no choice but to make a ruckus,

Is it your smile?

I can’t remember if your lips stretch over your teeth,

if you smirk more than you grin

I still smile the same every time,

no, sorry, my mistake,

I don’t smile, I grin.

my eyes disappear, my teeth on full display.

“my mind is living on cloud nine and that nine is never on vacation. start up that Maserati and vroom vroom I’m racing”

my dear, you’re that Maserati.

I wonder if you notice anything:

my awkwardness?

my silence?

my attempts at words?

I’ve realized,

you’re a little oblivious

or a lot

but you know what?

that’s okay.