My Pillar

My pillar, where goes?
Where do I lean against,
where do I rest my back,
when I have a broken purple roof?

Do I rely on just any wall
or do I curl up in that familiar corner?
If you can't keep this refugee for a day
where else could she find her pillar?



Everybody needs somebody sometimes.
-Keith Urban's Everybody

Anticipation of freedom

Pimples popping
Headaches throbbing
Assignment period going
Lepak time arriving

No more enduring witching hour
Rid of faces often sour
Gone is bad grammar to counter
A break from being the stronger

Peace to the gastric
Out returns the eccentric
Chirpy, spontaneous lyrics
When assignment checklist completed with ticks

Another few sunrises to arrive at this!

In response to a hectic student life

The weekend's getting shorter
as the weekdays grow longer
It seemed only yesterday a Friday
but now a Monday morn.

I long to see the end of such
crammed, hectic schedule
The momentum of work steadfast
while mine dwindling under the heap.

Weary I become of life
in this system of deadlines
Mindful I still am
of the strength I need to find.

And faith be it, oh faith,
that I should walk away with pride
when all storm and dust are settled
and my spirit's vacation is come.

A Poem for the Short Attention Span

I sit and stare
as a fart escapes my butt,
Oh darn it's tough
trying to mould my attention
into a trustworthy sword
that slices and evades
all distractions that come my way.


Yes my battle still lies with my vagabond brain, not the books. Sob.

Elusive Dreams

Like a favourite scarf,
Drifting in the wind,
Just beyond my extremity,
Out of reach.

Like rising to the morning chorus,
Grasping at the sweet memories
that are slipping away,
Upon my broken slumber.

Like a piece of perfect melody
that escapes the ears in haste,
Teasing my desires,
are these elusive dreams.