Thursday, July 30, 2015

Insinuations of Writing Inspirations


Writing is an endeavor that requires persistence and devotion. You leave it for one day, you lose a bunch of vocabulary. Leave it for two, you lose more. I haven’t written a blog post in months. I haven’t written a story or a poem in weeks. I feel blunt.

It took a while of contemplating to write this post, which doesn’t even have a clear topic. I’ve thrown coherence and cohesive principles out of the window (my lecturers will disown me). I am just writing to write, to let the words pour out, and hopefully, reach a point where my typing doesn’t consist of so many jabs at the “backspace” button. The cursor should keep going right and downwards, not tango back and forth on the white blankness due to so many hesitations and edits.

So, what to write about…

I recently had a vocal episode on Instagram, posting poems about life and love and spirit and hope... very typical. It was fun, but I didn’t post anything for a while because we were celebrating Eid and having a family holiday.

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I want to write something that is honest and raw and heartfelt and sophisticated. However, where to start…

What does one need to be able to write? Inspiration? Sure. Skills? Of course.

Raw experiences? Jackpot – In my case at least. I call it the Taylor Swift method. Or, more classically, putting your heart on paper.

This heart, recently, has been stretched and squished and lifted and drowned and heated and frozen and pounded and flattened and clawed and sewn back together. Sometimes I don’t bother and just apply a Band-Aid. I like my scars, my remnants of battle.

I like how life twists your soul into peculiar shapes and stretches it out again, just to test the limits of its proportions.

Years have gone by so quickly and I am no stranger to experiences and the emotions that come with them. However, I still feel so juvenile and confused… an amateur wishing to succeed in spite of her naivety and ignorance.

So, I should have so much to write about, fueled by anger that needs venting, driven by confusion that needs unraveling, and lead by ambition that to this day, thankfully, has not burnt out.

An insinuation of a quote teases my fingertips. A plethora of poems and proses waits to be written.



Wednesday, April 15, 2015

The Cocoon


There is a cocoon that you call home

Its membranes are thick and as strong as a bone

In it you’re content to being alone

“No rain. Not even a trace of a stick or a stone.”*


But there is a crack in the walls you hold dear

Someday it will break, exposing the world you fear

The pieces will shatter, the boundaries will disappear

And you’ll have to listen to the voice you once refused to hear


“Dear heart, be strong. Don’t let the pain drive you away.”

“The world is full of wonders, the days are rarely gray.”

“The storm will subside, the chaos will cease,”

“And someday you’ll truly achieve your inner peace.”


*Inspired by the English quote: “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words may never hurt me.”


(Submitted for creative writing II task at STBA LIA Yogyakarta)