In this long holiday, how many have felt the overbearing boredom overcoming us as we run out of options other than clearing up our schoolwork? Many, unfortunately. However, not to be daunted, many great hobbies and talents have arised out of people solely because of boredom. At least this shows that shifting your brain into neutral for a while can do some help of refueling yourself. What activities do you engage in when you're feeling suppressed by, well, the irony lies in that the feeling of being suppressed by nothing can almost be the problem itself. You're almost too free. For me, basketball relieves some of that suppression, jogging, or badminton. I don't need to stress how exercise has the ability to cut down on stress, I believe everyone already knows that.
Or if you want something more of a passive nature, and since this is GEMs after all, I suggest poetry, or other forms of writing. Poetry for me isn't something hectic like rushing out a school work Literature essay. It's more like an...outlet. An outlet of expression. There are always some things which cannot be expressed solely by plain adjectives. We may need to involve word play, personification to better bring the message across. It may be confusing to some, but insightful to others. Well, to me, at least. I get inspiration from some of daily life's commonplace happenings and objects, things that have that enlightening value.
That being said, I can't really say much about the quality of my poems. Haha, I only pen these pieces in my free time or when I'm stressed, so don't complain too much when the words sting your eyes. As for this one, I was just strolling the streets at night alone when a few funny frights actually got my poetic juices flowing.
Fangs of the Night
Frosty winds scavenge across my cheeks,
Who knows what may stick out from dark corners and peek,
Numerous monsters and different freaks,
All waiting for your anticipated fear to leak.
Day turns to night,
Same places can conjure up horrible sights,
And I really want to know what's on my right.
Not thinking much with all these fright.
A dog only barks madly,
When it sees something we can't spot visually,
Dim lights may appear ghostly,
But not until the lights themselves go out completely.
A rustle in that bush may hide a spooky recluse,
"Come and get me",I silently mused.
But when a nearby electric circuit fuse,
You will know that your soul can be easily reduced.
The temperature drops steeply at this ungodly hour,
Every dismal shadow grins like a bloody flower,
Suddenly the air tastes acridly sour,
I have a feeling that tonight the time will pass considerably slower.
~Penned against a frosty chill,
William.
Normally, my inspirations don't come like this. But this time, the origins of some of the lines were ...should I say, weird?
-"Frosty winds scavenge across my cheeks"
Oh, for goodness sake, I should've brought a jacket.
-"Who knows what may stick out from dark corners and peek"
Argh, something out of the corner of my eye moved.
-"And I really want to know what's on my right"
Yes, the previous thing I saw at a far corner was on my right.
-"A dog only barks madly"
Actually, this was just one of the residents' pet yipping away. I was like, "Shut up, you stupid critter! You're disturbing the neighbours!"
-"Dim lights may appear ghostly"
This popped into my mind when a street lamp flickered right above me.
-"A rustle in that bush may hide a spooky recluse"
This, see the dark bush at the centre of the photo. I'd heard some sweeping sounds behind it, but in the end, it was just an old man wanting to get home...-"Suddenly the air tastes acridly sour"
This one's true. There was a gust of wind, it really tasted sour.
Well, that's all for now. I hope you didn't mind the fluidness lacking in the poem, but I just hope you'd enjoyed it. Thank you and good night.
