Apparently because I replied more than 2 weeks late, the position has been filled up by another person.
Yeah, I am disappointed and pissed off. CURSE YOU, STUPID END OF YEAR EXAMINATIONS! ROOOOAAARRR!
*aims dart at exam timetable*
Hi Chanel, Unfortunately you replied almost 2 weeks late, and the position
has been filled with another reader. The book itself will be launched on the day
itself and you will be entitled to a copy, so do come and get yours. Take
care,Kai Chai.
I am a civilised person. I am reasonable. I will not threaten or kill the poor messenger.
*fumes silently, before stomping off to corner of woe to wallow in self-pity*
ALAS...IT IS NOT MEANT TO BE.
I swear to God if Chang Bo puls a miracle and beats me in English composition I might just lose it and come after him with a parang. So please wear armour and stay away from me.
*wails and melts down in a blubbering mess*
But it's okay. My poem was shit anyway, and I am glad not to have to read it and look stupid in front of all those people. Who would care about a teen reading her poem anyway? Since I'm not gonna read it, I think it's time to release it here for you all to poke fun at.
(Anyway, as testament to how crappy I thought said poem was, I named the file 'terrible writing'.) Here goes...
100-word drabble: Merlion
Tonight is clear and starry out, and
street lamps slather light with soft tongues.
One day I will fall
apart and disintegrate, but do not weep by my grave. I plead of you nothing but
two favors: remember me, somewhere, nestled in the crook of your plastecine
mind, somewhere. Someday I will not be able to watch over your every second,
your every breath, count the stars and moons with you, but promise me you will
carry on.
I know one day I’ll be forgotten, but the indelible relics of
your passing will pass through my metal veins. I’ll remember.
Terrible, wasn't it? *nods in agreement to other poets on cyberworld. I know, no meter, no meaning, cliched content, melodramatic, blah. This is blah. It's really obvious which poem inspired this.
Obviously, it is 'Do not stand by my grave and weep' by Mary Frye.
Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep--Mary Frye
Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there.
I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there.
I did not die.
Seeing how obviously superior it is to my pathetic effort makes me weep.*goes once more into blubbering mess*
I wish I could get drunk, like how they do in movies when the female protagonist breaks up. I feel like I'm going through a divorce with my poem!
I will go wallow and cry m tears into the *rolls eyes* hot shower. Like a typical cliche. Meh. I will go back to being a cynical bitch.
