can’t

everyday
you put on a brave face
for me. for us.
but i’m choking.

(can’t you see?)

it’s killing me;
this pretending. like
you’re still just as
brave? we both
know that’s
not true.

ignorance is bliss
but having to ignore is
pain.

and as you walk out
the front door,
for me, for us,
i don’t know how
not to notice your 
hands become
frailer,

and frailer.

(i can’t let you see.)

MASTERPIECES.

So as the Spoken Word enthusiast that I am, I’ve been trying to write something for a while now. Well, not poetry (because I’ve done that a lot in the past few weeks) but just something else in general. Alas, I might have one of those writer’s block (I don’t much agree to the concept of it but yeah..).

But worry not, reader! I’m not here to go on and on, whining on this not-too-bad day, like a kid who has lost that one beloved pacifier.
Great going. writing and pacifiers, one in the same eh?

Horrible analogy, I know.

Wait, what were we talking about again?  
Aha! yes. Lack of writing and Spoken Word.

Here’s an excerpt from ever-talented Sarah Kay’s renowned TED talk:

 

..it is tempting to keep writing the same poem, or keep telling the same story, over and over, once you’ve figured out that it will gain you applause. It’s not enough to just teach that you can express yourself. You have to grow and explore and take risks and challenge yourself.

 

Woah.


RELATABLE.

 

What intrigued me most, is the idea of looking for new stories lurking out there, in wait for you to find them. By thinking about it like that, you can almost compare writing to say something like jelly fishing!

Hold on, is that a genuine sport, or was SpongeBob the only champion?  Update: definitely not a sport. I’m much an idiot. thank you reader, for bearing that idiocy. and thank you, spongebob for ruining my short lived life as a wanna-be writer. goodbye. 

Ahem, like I was saying, our diversity and uniqueness as human beings could not be any more clearer than when we actively go out and find those stories, make them our own and send them away for others to welcome into their lives, for sometimes a bit or other times; a lifetime. But what we also find, and this idea in general is again touched upon by Sarah Kay, are similarities to bond us together as not just people, but friends, and find compassion and respect for one another.

To experience this, and I’m sure we all have in some ways, is incredibly, incredibly phenomenal. 

I’m sure what I’m saying (writing?) is not really an original idea.

However, what I AM sure of, is that it is an idea that needs to be voiced and voiced again because to find stories is one of those things that EVERYONE can do. You don’t need to famous or rich or whatever, you only need to try.

So be patient, and eager, to soak in (you’d think I wouldn’t use a sponge analogy after ya know, the whole spongebob-embarrsement above..) whatever life has to offer and then, much like a sponge; give away all that you can.

 

That way, we’re all masterpieces; in making.

Toto.

Spoken Word (attempted): “UNCHECKED”

I’ve been obsessed with “spoken word poetry” lately. I mean, how can you avoid such beautifully constructed words, mellifluously delivered! The end result of watching a gazillion of talented spoken poets’ videos meant I had to attempt writing a poem myself.

Weird huh? Yeah, I know.

Anyways, I did end up fulfilling this attempt and I think it went along pretty nicely (phew!). Although not a 100% sure if it fits the criteria for being classified as “spoken word poetry”. But no worries, trying it out was surely fun 😀 . And no, I didn’t record a performance (like it usually is done..) of my very 1st spoken word poem because well, it is my 1st. I’d still like to work and improve on this form of art for a while, before being ready for a proper performance! So I opted for just keeping it in text form for now..  ^^’

Hence, without further ado, here’s my spoken word piece titled “UNCHECKED”, typed out. 😉


 

UNCHECKED

“Most times we fall prey to our inability to respond with the necessity of saying what must be said.

Instead we race towards that which initiates the process of wrecking reality with the help of unjustly used eloquence.

Correct me if I’m mistaken, but wouldn’t improving what we speak rather than regret over what was spoken, be the first step on the ever present trek for betterment?

Because I see people and I see how—this world—their words, affect.

So the next time you fulfil your solemn duty, like an uninterrupted faucet, washing away the beauty from everything around you, with the harshness instructing your excuse of ‘I said everything right, I felt.’

Just remember that because you can speak, doesn’t mean you can’t hear.

And if those who were made to listen, raced towards that which initiates your mouth to taste your own bitter medicine, you’d wish you’d never had left your words, unchecked.”

 

-Toto