Snippet Series #17: Nightmares

I’ve been looking for this for a while, and it’s purely chance that I stumbled across a copy of it.

This is the very first poem that I wrote that made sense. Everything prior to this was required by class and/or was pretty infantile, in my opinion. Literally, lines were like “The rat scurried under the hat/So that he could run away from the cat”.

I wrote this in second year high school. Some of the verses just suddenly jumped into my mind while I was sleepily listening in class, and for several days, I couldn’t shake the words out of my head. So I wrote it all down. I probably finished writing the whole thing during break time. Ever since I wrote this, my writing has been noticeably better. It’s weird.

I didn’t know what the poem was about while I was writing it – I just know that the images were powerful and honestly kind of disturbing. It was only after I had a friend read it that it was pointed out to me that it was about poverty. It’s pretty obvious when you see it now, but when I wrote it, I just saw the voiceless suffering and the cold, detached outcasting. I still remember how unreal it felt to see those images in my head, but then… this is what’s happening in the world today.

I’ve edited it a little so that it flows just a little bit better.


The nightmares I had as I lay

Haunt me even into the day

Rain has stopped, clouds left the sky

But tears still flow from my eye


The world overflows with the sun’s beam;

I am blinded by the harsh gleam

The world sounds of sweet melodies

But all I hear are cries of misery


They eat from a feast and drink wine

She eats the scraps they left behind

He is naked; He has no clothes

Blessed treasure are the rags they loathe



They live in mansions of grandeur

She dwells on the streets with lepers

Their children play in flowered fields

I see the bloody knife he wields


The biting chill is his blanket

He’d be warmer in a casket

The world sleeps on beds of roses

She sleeps with flies, dogs and corpses


Starved flies come to feast on his skin

Hungry worms eat him from within

She is lost in a world of black

Lying dead and cold on her back


Snippet Series #12: [Untitled]

Move in the realm of endless reality

To drown in a dream I never knew began.

Sink into the silk of time and space

And ride the wave of a stand still.

Nonsense overwhelms and engulfs

The threadbare lucidity of blindfolded existence –

A song is produced, a symphony that transcends

The logic of mind and physical body.

All that I’ve ever known cascades into bright oblivion,

And an enlightenment kisses my soul.

I lose form and melt into the breath of the universe,

Becoming one with a truth I could not before bare.

Wrote this way back in third year high school. Aya told me to post it before, but I only really thought of doing it now. I was basically trying to mimic what dreams felt like for me, in a way.

The Parable of the Covenant

Happy Resurrection Sunday!

I still think this needs a LOT of editing, but I’ll probably make a 2.0 in the future. (I might make a 2.0 series, actually. There’s so much I still want to edit HAHA).




You set the world into motion

And rocked my heart from its stillness

You were the murmur

That called me from the lull of the dust


You promised me a future like the stars

And it put lights in my eyes

I left my mother and father to join You

And begin our Story together


I was the least of my brothers

But in my weakness, You are strong

You delivered bounty in time of meagerness

Until man’s heart worked me for gluttony


Then You put a sea between me and those who owned me

And gave me freedom in claiming me as Yours

You wrote Your love for me

To abide in in a home of milk and honey


I celebrated and studied Your enchanting world

I rejoiced in the richness of the earth

And the possibilities of wealth and new things

But in relishing it, You faded into the background


I replaced You with Your gifts

Forgetting past and future, my side of our vow

I struck out, wanting what was already ours

So my vanities consumed me but did not satisfy


I threw my voice into the cacophony around me

And grew deaf to You

You offered Your hand and Your mercies

But I’d slid out of reach and numbed to tenderness


All the while staying Your disappointment,

You sent messengers, until You had to send soldiers

I was snatched away,

And my pride was broken, apart from You


In my suffering, I glimpsed who You are

And realized who I was in You

And I dreamt of You, of home

And persevered with what I had left of You


You championed my release from my own trap,

And we rebuilt our house

I knew now that I wanted none other than You

And I would make sure our children knew the same




I meted out Your words

And measured my neighbor by them

I sterilized my habits and refused to reconsider

I nitpicked the complexities of Your desires


I became haughty and self-assured of Your favor

I obsessed over the power of being Yours

I colored the light of Your heart with my black desires

And the old me snuck under the sheepskin of restoration


I misunderstood You

So You became like me so that I could know You

Your servants recognized you and rejoiced

But Your lover never noticed


Yet You told stories anyway

And touched my sores and opened my eyes

Your presence filled the loneliness

In the gaps between me and You


You were unafraid of upturning tables

So that disparities could be levelled

You did not hesitate to disturb my tranquility

To give me true peace


You clothe the lily and feed the birds,

Quench my thirst in this desert,

And sustain me through Your word,

Just like five thousand others


But I kept seeing You for something else –

I insisted on what I thought I knew about You

The self You were showing me

Was unlike anything I’d known before


Your words were mysteries – but Your voice, truth;

Though I hardly realized it

Through patience, despite hurt and anger

You pulled me from paralysis to stand beside You


But I left You

I ran away when they came for You

I denied You

As many times as You would ask if I loved You


I laughed while they hoisted You up in suffering

I went back to business when You let go

And my hopeful fervor went with You

“Appears there’s nothing more there.”


And then you proved me wrong.

You did the impossible –

You came back to me

Despite all that was done to You


Your truth struck down to my rawness,

Your love clarified my murky sight,

Your will surpassed my expectation,

And Your embrace liberated me


Now You break the dawn and

Cast me blazing into the shadows,

Running over them in bounding leaps,

And shaking off their hold on me


My voice will carry melodies for You,

And my heart will carry crosses.

My shoulders will carry leaders,

And my arms will carry the broken.


My mind will sanctify in truth,

And my feet will crush injustices.

My hands will plant seeds,

And my legs will cross earths.


Every part of me is Yours –

And even if the Spirit of You holds me,

Past the faltering and stumbling,

The whole of me aches for the final day


The day Your vow will be completed –

And I will be completed in my purpose,

Completed in love unbound by flesh and blood,

Completed in You.

NaPoWriMo 2015

The only time I ever seem to shake life into this blog is when I’m publishing poetry for NaPoWriMo. I know I should write more, and honestly, I plan to start this thing called Ask Kim (because questions are the best little toys in the world), linked to my ( Ask anything, but I won’t answer everything, and not necessarily in chronological order.

With regards to NaPoWriMo, I know I’m starting this late, haha. I was away in Europe during the first week and preparing for it prior to that, so I never really got to sit down and right. Now that I’m back, however, I’ll be posting daily (at least that’s the plan). I really hope I can complete it this year. At least I’ll definitely be inspired for the first few days because I’ll be working on a project of sorts haha. Once it’s been given, I’ll update you guys on it 😀


Have a hug

Or maybe two or three

A short hug, a long hug,

A back hug, a side hug,

Get one from Jack

Or Jill or me

Actually, you can get one from

Pretty much anybody

It comes with the price of your own embrace

But what you get back nothing could ever replace.

Haha, I know this one’s late, sorry ’bout that. Don’t get me wrong, I did work on it on time (what’s that? You don’t believe me?). I just never finished until just a few minutes ago, ’cause I was out skating with my friends. Honestly, I missed the ice, and it was nice to get back to it. But maybe I’ll write about that in another post. Anyway, so for Day 10, we were required to write a poem for an ad. I didn’t want to do any particular product (I was tempted to do one from Nestlé, since it’s pretty much my bread and butter, but I decided against it), so I decided to go for something I know should have WAY more press time – hugs. I’m not the most touchy type out there, but I don’t underestimate the power of a good hug. When all the world seems lost and saying everything’s going to be okay sounds like a lie, a hug can fix things we often didn’t think could be fixed, or even needed fixing. So yeah. FRIGGIN’ HUG SOMEONE TODAY, PEOPLE! 😀

Day 9 – The Girl and The Wanderer

For today’s challenge, we were asked to write a poem using the titles of five songs from a playlist on shuffle. Included below are the songs I used.


You were already half-way out the door

You look back, wink, tell me to get down, get down,

Rest my head back on the pillow like it’s all a dream

I follow your lead, trusting you that this was a nightmare

And you’d still be there in the morning


You didn’t even tell me you were moving out


Now each time airplanes pass overhead

They cast a shadow that feels as cold

And taints everything as gray

As you made that summer morn


I thought I saw your light, I thought I saw your dark side

I knew I could love it, all of it, I was willing to

I thought you finally understood that

But you didn’t. You didn’t.


I thought you found home

I thought your wandering heart had left

But it had never gone




Never Gone – Colton Dixon

Movin’ Out – Billy Joel

Get Down, Get Down – Joe Simon

Airplanes – B.O.B. ft. Hayley Williams

Dark Side – Kelly Clarkson

Day 8 – Looks Like A Hurricane Passed By…

For today’s prompt, we had to re-write a famous poem and make it our own. So here’s my take on Silverstein’s Messy Room, which I decided to include below.


Whose pad is this? Dang, it’s shameful!

Her towel’s reaching for the floor

Like a dangling bungee-jumper.

An ambitious two-year old to-do list is still taped

To the wall beside the never-made mattress,

Still half-finished.

Wires snake on the laundry-lined wooden floor–

You sure it’s wood?–

Reminiscent of the monster ivies of horror shows

Just waiting for the opportune moment

To curl and pull you down to a blue bruise

You’d soon make origin legends of.

Stacks upon stacks of–

What are these, books, flyers?

All the kinds of crumpled publications in between–

Teeter on uneven tables and maybe-tables.

Dang, you’d think she lives in a friggin’ warehouse,

The kind you see on Storage Wars

Wait, no, more like American Pickers.

This place would give any OC mother a heart attack

I can hear the high-pitched nags already–

“Kim! Clean your room!”

What? Oh, wait.

Well, that explains the cozy feel to this place.


Messy Room

By Shel Silverstein


Whosever room this is should be ashamed!

His underwear is hanging on the lamp.

His raincoat is there in the overstuffed chair,

And the chair is becoming quite mucky and damp.

His workbook is wedged in the window,

His sweater’s been thrown on the floor.

His scarf and one ski are beneath the TV,

And his pants have been carelessly hung on the door.

His books are all jammed in the closet,

His vest has been left in the hall.

A lizard named Ed is asleep in his bed,

And his smelly old sock has been stuck to the wall.

Whosever room this is should be ashamed!

Donald or Robert or Willie or–

Huh? You say it’s mine? Oh, dear,

I knew it looked familiar!