You Can Do Amazing Things With A Fifth A Third

One-fifth One-third ain't bad. At the end of the poetry writing month, I have written 9 poems. 9 out of 30. I wish I had more time and more inspiration but I am somewhat satisfied at what I've managed to achieve. Anyway, this is the most I have ever written in a month.

I should try again after the missions trip in June.

Closer by Anis Mojgani

come closer.
come into this. come closer.
you are quite the beauty. if no one has ever told you that before know that now. you are quite the beauty. there is joy in how your mouth dances with your teeth. your mouth is a sign of how sacred your life truly is. come into this. true of heart come into this. you are true of heart. come closer. come closer. know that whatever God prays to He asked it to help Him make something of worth. He woke from His dreams scraped the soil form the spaces inside Himself made you and was happy. you make the Lord happy.
come into this.

come closer.
know that something softer than us but just as holy planted the pieces of Himself into our feet that we might one day find our way back to Him. you are almost home.
come closer come into this. there are birds beating their wings beneath your breastplate gentle sparrows aching to sing come aching hearts come soldiers of joy doormen of truth come true of heart come into this.
my heart was too big for my body so I let it go and most days this world has thinned me to where I am just another cloud forgetting another flock of swans but believe me when I tell you my soul has squeezed into narrow spaces. place your hand beneath your head when you sleep tonight and you may find it there making beauty as we sleep as we dream as we turn over when I turn over in the ground may the ghosts that I have asked answers of do the turning kneading me into crumbs of light and into this thing love thing called life. come into it!

come you wooden museums
you gentle tigers
negro farces in two broken scenes.
come rusting giants!
I see teacups in your smiles upside down glowing. your hands are like my heart. on some days how it trembles. let us hold them together. I am like you. I too at times am filled with fear. but like a hallway must find the strength to walk through it. walk through this with me. walk through this with me. through this church birthed of blood and muscle where every move our arms take every breath we swallow is worship.
bend with me. there are bones in our throats. if we choke it is only on songs.

- Anis Mojgani
(Check out his blog for his 30 in 30.)

#9 I Heard A Voice Through The Discord

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NaPoWriMo, or National Poetry Writing Month, is an annual project in which participating poets attempt to write a poem a day for the month of April. This is my attempt at 30 poems in 30 days.

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Do you hear these clashing chords?
That is us and the noise we make.
But a single note played indefinitely
can stir up these strange feelings
draw us out like water from a well
from the darkness of this prison we've created
This personal hell

For many, music is a mystery
It is the next bend in the coastal route
or a birthday present in the middle of a room
A plunging neckline or an infant's cry.
Women's shoes or a quiet sigh
So the search for another note begins,
the key to this melody, come sing with me

We are all notes on a keyboard
clashing, shoving, struggling to be heard
But there is a Pianist who plays
and beauty spills like blood
and fingers flow like water
and dissonance turns into a delicate sonnet
with gentle rhythms

We blend, becoming one
our purpose is found, our dream fulfilled.

-Daryl Goh

#8 In The Back Of My Mind A Voice Speaks, Spells Out The Master Plan

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NaPoWriMo, or National Poetry Writing Month, is an annual project in which participating poets attempt to write a poem a day for the month of April. This is my attempt at 30 poems in 30 days.

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It grates against me like singing a different key
A half beat slower and way too loud
It isn't natural, this restriction
Its wrong like a broken finger on a fretboard
It drains me more than when you have to dissect a song,
Tearing it apart with these hands, desecrating it before they understand.
Why not let the song lead you? Listen to what it has to say?
Let it into your heart and out again
Let it show you what to play.
Because some songs are weapons loaded with the right words
So sing what needs to be heard

We've branded truth as selfish pride
And pride often exists in the shadows, in solitude.
And sometimes humility is called into the spotlight
where they are crucified and cursed for the attention they receive
Some callings require a sacrifice of fame or fortune
On some days, that might just be easier then having to embrace it.

- Daryl Goh

#7 Gravity Release Me And Don't Ever Hold Me Down

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NaPoWriMo, or National Poetry Writing Month, is an annual project in which participating poets attempt to write a poem a day for the month of April. This is my attempt at 30 poems in 30 days.

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These hands, my greatest weapons
They will be great
I know this
I have heard it said
These hands, meant for service
they know how to imitate
They learn in different ways
They play so they can learn to create

Give me more chances to fail without being a failure
to learn where they would not humiliate
let us remove these barriers
and if we cannot then let them depreciate
so that they are no longer a hindrance
let knowlege permeate
and give these hands,
these creator hands, a chance to be great.

- Daryl Goh

#6 You're Mistaken For Someone Who Cares

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NaPoWriMo, or National Poetry Writing Month, is an annual project in which participating poets attempt to write a poem a day for the month of April. This is my attempt at 30 poems in 30 days.

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Can we try something for just a moment?
Let us be different
we'll swim upstream find out what it's like
What it's like to have your whole world against you
Like hands holding back a flailing assailant
Jealous of the direction, desperate for failure

Try this:
Fold up your compassion, put it in your shirt pocket
keep it close to your chest,
but keep it hidden, keep it secret
Think of only yourself. Be selfish.
Sacrifice nothing, give nothing.
Love no one.

Do it intentionally and realize the effects
spread like disease
or radioactive waste.
Will anyone be able to tell the difference?

- Daryl Goh

#5 Making My Heart Feel Sore

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NaPoWriMo, or National Poetry Writing Month, is an annual project in which participating poets attempt to write a poem a day for the month of April. This is my attempt at 30 poems in 30 days.

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my primary school friend added me in facebook today
and through his friends, i found another classmate.
she was the only girl i really remember from primary school
we hardly talked even though we were in the same class
she was royalty and i, i was shy.
we would wait together at the shelter beside the gate for our parents to pick us up after school
that was "us" time.
i would show her how brave I was by jumping into the drain beside the school gate
almost climbing into the darkness to come out the other side
but i wouldn't dare.
i would tell her about giant spiders with glowing red eyes that were in my path
red eyes meant they were poisonous.
she believed me for 2 days,
and then she jumped in herself to see.
she came out the other side and declared that the spiders were gone.
i fell in love and shame...
her dad's car was bigger than my dad's
i think it was white
and it would whisk her away
i haven't seen her since
there's a guy and a child in her display photo
and a dull ache in my heart

- Daryl Goh