Poetry and Happiness and How They Are Related With Regards To Myself (And This Title Is Written With Many Unnecessary Capitals Because It Aggravates Me When a Title Isn't Capitalized Like So)

It's strange how I can churn out nice poems faster when I'm upset. And normally the more upset I am, the nicer the poem turns out. When I'm happy my poems end up rather messed up. That's not good. I can write a happy poem, I know I can. Then why is it that so many of the poems I write are anything but happy? I can be happy. I am happy most of the time. I guess it's just that when I'm happy, I don't tend to want to sit down and write poetry. So most of the time my poetry is churned out when I'm very sad or angry. And you don't expect me to be writing about flowers and kittens and sunshine then. I wonder if that's the case for most people who write poems. Yes, I do know they are called poets, it's just that using it in this context seems to imply that I am a poet, and I don't really see myself as a poet. Although I do write poems quite often, so does that make me a poet by definition? Is that all a poet is, someone who writes poems? Well anyway, if it really is this way for people, perhaps it explains why poetry has this reputation for being gloomy and depressing. Because many people do not like writing poems while they are happy and so they write only when upset, hence naturally the poems turn out pretty grim. So because of the high proportion of unhappy poems, people have higher chances of stumbling upon unhappy than happy poems, and they probably have read more unhappy poems, so they think poetry is an emotional, gloomy, depressing thing.


But you know. That's just my guess

Construction and Demolition

Buildings sprout from the ground, pushing old debris away
They grow tall and wide, and are gone in a day.
They germinate and creep up without making a sound
And then in a second they are razed to the ground
Open your eyes in the morning, a new range of skyscrapers to be seen
Pass again in the evening and they are gone with the wind.
In an urbanized city of shifting and change
The familiar often vanishes to make room for the strange
Nothing lasts forever and indeed they're gone in a flash
In with the new, and the old is out with the trash.
Everything is built and polished and torn down before it can rust.
And shining new replacements spring out amid the stumps of the past
As development rushes on, perhaps can we shed a tear?
For the gone buildings of yesteryear.

Energy

Warning: May contain elements of my religion, Buddhism.

I was just talking to my cousin the other day, and this is what I learnt:

Everything is energy. As you know, e = m*c^2, so even matter is energy. There are two general types of energy, positive and negative.

Positive energy can be warmth, love, gratitude or any kinds of helpful energy. Negative energy is energy that harms us, physical examples would be radiation or pollution, which is chemical energy. However, there are also negative energy in emotions and thoughts. A scientific proof for this is done on something from our everyday life, water. The crystalline structure of water changes  when we speak positive words like 'love' and 'thank you' or negative words like 'hate' and 'ugly'. Plants grow differently with different kinds of music too, like classical music helps growth, and rap slows growth. In this case, sound energy can be positive or negative, depending on the type.

Even cancer is related to negative energy. Cancer cells are hosts of negative energy, and they infect other energy sources in your body too, causing more of your energy to be converted into negative energy. That's why modern medicine is looking in the wrong direction, as they seek to destroy the cancer cells, believing they are the very root of the problem. However, energy cannot be created or destroyed, and killing the cancer cells alone wouldn't help much. The cancer cells are hosts of the negative energy, and destroying the cells would not destroy the negative energy. Chemotherapy or radiation therapy just delay the inevitable. However, if we can find the source of negative energy and stop that, at the same time converting the negative energy into other forms of energy, we may be able to cure cancer.

My cousin is himself a cancer patient since his early twenties. The cause of cancer is not genetic, as there is no family history of cancer, and his lifestyle is probably not the reason either, as his sister is perfectly healthy. However, unlike his sister, he holds a long-term grudge against his father, who shows a lack of concern for him. This anger and frustration is likely the source of negative energy, he realizes, and thus has let go of it ever since. He has survived terminal stage cancer for six years now, and goes around clapping his hands regularly in an effort to convert the negative energy into harmless, sound energy.

Now I have to touch on some rather religious stuff. I believe in karma, and karma itself may be energy. It is the positive and negative energy that attaches to us when we generate it in our actions and thoughts. Positive energy makes things go well, and attracts other people/things with positive energy too. Negative energy makes things go haywire (a.k.a. bad luck) and attracts other people/things with negative energy. Also, that's why most religious things work, be it the Muslim prayer, Christian hymns or Buddhist chanting, as they preach love and other positive things that generate lots of positive energy.

In conclusion, surround yourselves with positive energy. Be happy and love more, as it this will influence those around you and everything you do.

Ignore The Blood

Fighting for your life on the deadly battlefield
Armed only with that sharp metal stick you wield
Parry, riposte and thrust among mountains of injured and dead
A sudden jab! Opens a wound in your side that runs red

It's a deep wound, it's serious, you know for sure that it is
You try to resist the urge to fall to your knees
Agony pierces you in a hot-cold slice
The enemy advances- you can't hide the fear in your eyes

You stumble away as he tries to run you through
Crimson spills and it hurts, but what else can you do?
Ignore the blood, ignore the pain
Force yourself up and strike again
Blink away those blinding, desperate tears
Grit your teeth and push aside those terrible fears
Block off the emotions that rush at you in a flood
Just like how you ignore your own blood
You keep on fighting, it's all you know how to do now
Determined to kill or be killed, and you don't care how.

Oh, whether a battle's won or lost
Who out there thinks about the cost?
Everyone wants to see grand trophies of the conflicts fought
But few see how much blood had to be ignored.

Where fantasy meets reality

Princess' dreams, and dragons flee

A handsome prince, kneels and grieves

Oh ho, a kissing scene

"A happily ever after" curtain call it is.

Warfare, murder, fraud, theft, burglary

Divorce, corruption, rape, molest

Vile and contempt

In raging trend

And so,

No further dealings

With reality

Only, and only so,

To fuel the esteemed land of fantasy

The climax, plot and other settings

Require such surveillance

Of this sad, undesirable community

Call it cowardice

Call it weak

I'm but an outlier;

With an informed choice

Camouflaging in

With the convoluted majority

I

Still am, and always will be

Plugged in a matrix.

Of maniacal delusion

I remain a hermit

Writing poetry

In ecstasy

Beauty

In front of the mirror she brushes her hair
Gazing at posters of ladies fair
Models for this ugly duckling to emulate
Personified perfection to imitate.
Foundation, blusher, eye-shadow and lipstick
Powders, mascara and concealer to work their magic
Painting for her a portrait upon her skin
A glittering cover to hide the blemishes within.
Another face takes shape over her own
A prettier one that she deems fit to be shown

Next, a volley of chemicals on her hair to make it fine
Special lotions and serums to make it shine
Brush a hundred times, then style according to the posters on the wall
Followed by a cloud of hairspray to fix it all.
Mousy brown strands are groomed into glossy locks
Then pinned up perfectly to "that special look that rocks!"

Finally, she puts on the outfit she's prepared
According to the fashion tips her friends have shared
Jeans carefully frayed and painstakingly ripped just right
T shirt just a little too tight
Showing off the figure she's skipped a thousand meals to achieve
A dozen diets for those slim arms peeking from under her sleeves
Her trendiest new earrings sparkling under the light
She's sure to be in the limelight tonight

Forever chasing beauty, her one and only interest
But all the while she never really knew what it was

Canoe

I really admire Canoeing people now. You all have super good balance and arm muscles :D Now I am dang sunburnt, got muscle ache and have the skin of my left thumb scraped off. But it was really fun, will consider joining it in J.C. You staying in Canoe?


I got into the canoe, expecting it to be like the kayak of OBS. But I only paddled a few metres before capsizing, the first capsize of the day!


The teacher helped me empty the canoe, and I climbed back in. Wasted efforts, because the moment he left my canoe, the inevitable happened. I tried my best to keep steady, but to no avail. I will never make a tightrope walker.


This happened for a few more times, until the teacher was wondering what's the point of getting me back on the canoe if I have to capsize immediately after that. All this time my more talented schoolmates were paddling somewhere far away. Drunk too much water up my nose.


What made me really determined to stop this was that I knew I was wasting a lot of people's time. And whoops I accidentally made a HCI senior helping me capsize too, while trying to clamber back onto the canoe. So I somehow managed not to capsize any more for the whole of the the morning session. I found it helps to keep paddling and look straight. Even turning around to look back can capsize me.


We learnt all the very basic strokes and stuff. And for the second session I continued the miracle by staying relatively drive. What motivated me was an ant crawling on the boat, for I didn't want to doom it by capsizing. It was fine until the race. You know, under the heat of the race, I loosened my discipline and went down. Poor ant. Oh man.


I found out after I went ashore that the skin of one side of my thumb had come off. Must have held too hard. But I'm really glad the reservoir water looks relatively clean, and my senior certified it 100% potable.


So you see, canoers are really pro. How do you guys even stay on the canoe? And paddle so fast? Haha was it the same situation for yall when you started?