The Dysfunctional Pilgrim

When Prof. Dr. Shirley Lim (writer of Monsoon History, among others) came to our uni to share on Asian American Literature, she shared this poem by William Carlos Williams with us: I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving for breakfast Forgive me they were so delicious so sweet and so cold When she taught poetry to students (under the Budding Poets Society) in Hong Kong (I may be wrong about this information, it was a long time ago), she instructed them to use that format in the poem and come out with their own version. She actually wanted to do that with us but we ran out of time.  I took it on myself to give it a go, but there were two problems. First, I was writing it during a boring athletic lecture, and second, I was starving. As in, really, really, REALLY hungry.  And so I ended up with these two variations: This is just to say (V1) I have eaten the stray cat that walks around our five-f...

Tell me my name Tell my story Tell me my past and what you have in store for me Because my pride blinded me My fear swayed me My apathy lied to me and I rested in ignorance But now I sense of longing from deep within to know who I was, who I am what I'm called for, who I am to be I want to know Your reason for creating me of placing me here, of my name my life is no longer a game Tell me my name Tell me my story Give me a reason to live for Your glory Something i thought of after watching Rise of the Guardians. I love the deep themes amidst all the fun. Soundtrack was awesome too. No need to mention that the animators are GENIUS. If i had drawing skills, i would want their job.  I've actually written a lot of random nonsense while i was busy with assignments and whatnot. Most of them are poetry because when i'm short on time, or lazy, i'd just cram it into some short ....thing. I suppose i have the time to du...