moving out of the box

It was years ago when I created this account but had never posted anything. I have my plenty of hesitations in a lot of things, first is that I might post something that is senseless, second in the last minute i find my article to be publish as not so good for people to read and am afraid on how readers will react, third I am not confident with my writing skill especially my grammar. But then, if I will never try I will never get realize my dream that is to publish something...

from now on I will be  posting, randomly, some of my thoughts, opinions and reflections and reactions about something. I don't want to scared anymore, I don't want to keep them to myself only.Also, I know by posting and being open to comments and criticisms, I will improve and will be braver.

hope there is someone out there who will take time and read my posts and helped me improve and gets closer to my dream.

I want to began with some of my poems, I don't have finished articles yet.

This, I considered as my sonnet

In the peck of time with no reason why:

Lips are stretch and share sweet smiles,

Happiness in eyes no one can deny.

Through the years we‘ve toddled thousands of miles

Glorious piece of daily escapade

Throughout the blossoming season of spring.

Hearts will stay as one, smile will never fade

These remain whatever future may bring

Grand castles of dreams that were built for free

Near the ocean, where we used to play and stay

Like the summer days of Tamarind tree

Slowly, envious waves will wash it away.

As time soon to end, we will be apart

Eternally you reside in my heart.

next is  a VILLANELLE:

                                                            Untold Story

Only the pen knows what happened

With the pretty little girl fears

In the paper it was written

The small body shaken

And the eyes drop crystal tears

Only the pen knows what happened

The time was past eleven

The night air whispers

In the paper it was written.

 She cautiously listens

To the sound she hears

Only pen knows what happened

To the songs of the wren

And million blank stares

In the paper it was written

Soon it will end

Just like her nightmares

Only the pen knows what happened

In the paper it was written.

BALLAD:

Home Away

Early in the morning I left my mother’s arm

Thrilled to walk down the road

Morn dew gives life to the green grass of farm

After a mile, I am at the crossroad.

I chose the left side where I’m not alone

The sun is up and the road is full of stone

But the blissful heart never noticed

After a mile, I am at the crossroad.

I take the way which is reverse of the first

 Bushes left no dew as my throat felt the thirst

 Sun is straight on my head and burns my skin

After a mile, I am at the crossroad.

The rocky road gnawed my strength

Rip off my slippers and sore my sole

It’s getting dark and I need to keep on walking

After a mile, I am at the crossroad

And saw no one to lead me home

Persist to step my tired legs at no direction

 All I want is to sleep in my mother’s womb

                                             After a mile, I am at the crossroad

 I would be happy to read comments or criticisms. till next posts