TheTempest171

Australia

14
Indian-Australian
Atheist | Rightist Liberal
Medicine Enthusiast

I write everything.

Favourite Authors: Marie Lu,
James Dashner, Rick Yancey

est. December 31st, 2020

Published Work

Poetry and Spoken Word Competition: 2021

Ashes

Performance: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aghmvNOWEi0

You don’t see me, do you?
You don’t think you have any reason to
After all, what am I?
What do I offer you?
I’m weak and frail, and I hold myself together with glue

You walk by with other things on your mind
You just don’t think I’m worth your time
You don’t even stop to spare a dime
You don’t hear me saying that I wish you were mine
Because why would you?
Why would you care about me?
I’m as wretched and depressed as a person can be
I cry so hard; my tears can fill up any sea
It’s not a good look for a girl of fourteen.

Because…

This world is filled with light.
Light that shines brightly in pleasant beams
Light that gives us all these hopes and dreams
But all it takes is a glimpse
And I feel myself flinch
This light causes me nothing but misery
So I resort to hiding...

Worlds

I know another world in my head
Stretchers, strollers and hospital beds
People dressed in gowns, white and pale
The shells of humans long gone stale

I know another world that’s in my head
Dust, smoke, gravel and mouldy bread
Gunshots echoing off the walls
Merciless to all desperate calls

I know another world that’s in my head
There’s alleyways and graffiti red
Thieves creeping about, misunderstood
Unreasonably shunned by the neighbourhood

I know another world that’s in my head
Blackouts, darkness, the living dead
Corpses decaying with no haste
For creatures with a bloody taste

I know another world that’s in my head
Where secrets are concealed in an old shed
Rain hammering down to quench the thirst of the soil
Salt in the wound after hours of toil

I know another world that’s in my head
Books, folders, laptops and pencils of lead
But wait… it was not born from the depths of my mind
This world is...

Storm In The City

A bitter cold engulfs the world
As subtly as day turns to night
This storm will not remain unheard
It will crash and thrash and fight

A pack of wolves enter the city
Their howls battering against the surface
Careless, free, devoid of pity
It is clear this world is far from perfect

The clouds spit out bullets from the sky
Each wound is instantly absorbed
To escape, no one would dare even try
Their anger is far from warped

A light flickers on. Then it is gone.
From the sky comes a bellow of rage
For a storm will not remain withdrawn
For their tragic play, the sky is its stage

Like acid on the flowerbed
of our beloved home
Nature’s tantrum has ripped us to shreds
It won’t leave us alone

But before we thrust ourselves into strife
We must know there’s benefit to this storm
Without all the thunderstorms in life
When will we ever learn?

She, The Beach

“I’m… I’m done with you.”

She blurted out the last word in a choking hiccup. Her face was wet with tears - she’d just been pushed to her breaking point and felt so much emotion washing over her like those huge waves at the beach she couldn’t escape because her feet were stuck in wet sand. She knew it was coming, but didn’t bother to fight it and just stayed in the position she was in. It really did feel like a wave crashing over her: violent, hard, making her lose her breath for a second as it hit her, and wetting the sand a long way behind her. This wave of emotion had left its mark on the atmosphere she was stuck in. She knew the waves would stop and that sand would dry soon; this conversation would be over and everything would go back to normal. It could be a whole day or even longer, but soon, the...

Mid-December Grab Bag

Overprotective

Prompt: Write a poem using only questions. (by TianEn)

Why do you hold me close to you at night?
Why won’t you let me out of your sight?
Why are you so keen to hold me back?
Why do you always think I’m under attack?

Why do you keep eyes on every friend I make?
And try to convince me all of them are fake?
Why do you always yell “Don’t!” “No!” and “Stop!”
This obsessive attitude, when will you drop?

Why do you call me every five seconds?
And make sure no one around has weapons?
Why do you think leaving me alone is a crime?
When will you understand I don’t need you all the time?

Why do you try to shield me from everything?
Prod at me to make sure I’m still breathing?
Why do you continue your fervent attachment?
Never realising how, to me, it feels like entrapment?

Why do you feel like you need...

Writing Resolution

Just Going To Write

I've had enough.
Enough of hunching over my desk
Enough of dealing with all the stress
Of making excuses for when I confess
Why my writer's voice is a work-in-progress

I'm done.
Done with trying to suppress
My creativity, and so I shall protest
That no test score, no school, should ever depress
My spirit, for I shall never obsess again

Never force myself to endure
Blotched knuckles from gripping my pen
Tighter and tighter as I become tired
Of feeling uninspired and undesired...
Never again.

So tonight,
I turn the page onto a new chapter in my life
A chapter where I can let go of this strife
I'm going to set myself off; let the flame in me ignite
Because, from tomorrow onwards, I'm just going to write.

Writing Resolution

Just Going To Write

I've had enough.
Enough of hunching over my desk
Enough of dealing with all the stress
Of making excuses for when I confess
Why my writer's voice is a work-in-progress

I'm done.
Done with trying to suppress
My creativity, and so I shall protest
That no test score, no school, should ever depress
My spirit, for I shall never obsess again

Never force myself to endure
Blotched knuckles from gripping my pen
Tighter and tighter as I become tired
Of feeling uninspired and undesired...
Never again.

So tonight,
I turn the page onto a new chapter in my life
A chapter where I can let go of this strife
I'm going to set myself off; let the flame in me ignite
Because, from tomorrow onwards, I'm just going to write.