Irony

Irony is a funny thing

Mere coincidences

That can make me laugh, plant a smirk on my face

But this time around,

Only a sigh escapes from my lips

This time around,

It’s a different kind of irony

The kind where intentions are to impress and wow

And yet my actions only resulted in disappointment

Without a single comment on my progress

Why did I even bother

Irony is not a funny thing

Not today,

Not this time around

Mask

I wake up to a new morning.

What should I wear today?

How am I feeling today?

If only those two could be answered harmoniously.

Whether I am sad, angry, or sluggish,

A poker face may not be good enough here.

I will need a solid mask—

A strong, happy mask that is.

Happiness is contagious.

It can spread a smile onto even a stranger’s face.

I shall wear a smile today.

The Joys of Shopping

Go shopping? Why yes, please

Get my wallet and grab the keys

I enter the store and cold air blasts into my face

Sections of garments are presented in an open space

Ooo look, this dress is shiny! and oh! This one has lace!

Over and over again my heart does a little race

Inhale a breath as I see something I desire

My eyes gleam with joy—especially if it’s low price

If I said my feet didn’t ache, I’d be a liar

For my exercise today, this will suffice

Left before eating breakfast, and totally forgot about lunch

Yet browsing each isle is enough to feed me

Sucked into this addiction, is my hunch

A pained wallet is often the fee

Spinning and turning like a princess at a ball

The mirror is my audience on the wall

My mom and cousin critique in the fitting room

Shopping with friends is fun,

but I like shopping with my mother the best of all :)

Summer Love

It’s flirty, it’s cute and adorable

It’s young with a twinge of innocence

Is this puppy love?

So very stereotypical…

Yet kind of romantic anyway

But in a week’s time, it will vanish. Just like that.

Bid your farewells for this fleeting, flirty fling
Everything's gone without a trace by morning
Until then, summers thereafter

JDoll

Mrs. Doll,

Your sense of humor brightens up the class. Little jokes ranging from the blue footed booby’s mating ritual to air conditioning resembling cristae help lift the weight of a heavy workload. Yet, so much is still learned in the process. This is the ultimate combination between work and fun, and you’ve accomplished that.

 

To: Mrs. Doll

You’re a friend to the environment—recycling,

turning off lights not in use, hating smokers, etc.

It’s not wonder you’re the plant lady. You are

preserving the world we live in; now that’s smart.

 

Mrs. Doll’s M&M’s

It’s ok to have OCD. In fact, being organized and systematic promotes efficiency and gives a professional impression. I would have sorted out the colors for you beforehand, but then sanitation would come to question.

Mrs. Doll,

Although teachers do not know everything, you know a good deal. If a problem comes up about biology, you practically always know the answer. In your class, I learned so much—and I mean really learn, because the knowledge is not forgotten right after the test. Out of my other subjects, I feel the most prepared for college in biology.

Mrs. Doll,

I am so glad I took AP Biology last year. There was a time when I did think I should have taken Honors Biology 2, but soon that changed. If I could go back in time, I would not change the experiences in AP Biology. Thank you for such a great (it feels as though “great” is an understatement) year. Also, thank you for writing so many recommendation letters for me. You were always the first of my teachers to finish the letters. That not only completed my applications faster, but also reminded me of the busy, bustling schedule of my junior year. Despite all the work, I somehow still loved your class. Your students this year probably feel the same way. I know that some of your AP Biology students this year wanted to choose you for teacher appreciation week. It was an honor to do the teacher appreciation week for you (not going to lie, I was pretty excited…).

Sincerely,

Cynthia Chen

Waiting

Laziness is an awful attitude to embody

It is contagious and certainly has plagued me on multiple occasions

Patience, on the other hand, is a virtue

However, to accomplish being patient, one essentially does nothing

Appears to be a facile task to master, does it not?

So why, oh why, is doing nothing so difficult?

Anticipation has my body itching to leap into the future

The same Time that often hurries by now remains stagnant

The days drag on agonizingly as I grow ancient

Impression

Sit up taller, walk with confidence and perhaps some swag.

Embrace borderline cockiness, but don’t brag.

Conduct speech with radiant energy, but with modest, realistic views.

Look into his eyes and note the various hues.

Smile genuinely and listen to him muse.

Be intelligent; be alert and alive.

Utilize all the methods you can contrive

In an attempt to converse casually.

It is best not to stray far from your true self, usually.

Some may claim that first impressions are shallow,

But in immature nonsense, society tends to wallow.

So I play at this game, shooting for the win.

Executing an effortless show, I conjure up a grin.

I have left my mark; I will be remembered.

To Know Someone

Time away, time spent apart

A relation is stored on top of a dusty shelf

Alone.

Subtly fading in the corner—withering slowly into empty air

Merely a translucent memoir, an illusory ghost of an image

Disappeared and simply forgotten

What once was is no more

Bottled Up

Let me cry about the situation

Let me cry about my mistakes

Let me cry about irrelevant, irrational thoughts

Thoughts that bring along anguish

Oh, why won’t you let me cry?

You tore open this wound, now let the blood flow

For eventually the blood will clot itself

The harm already done, but the pain eased

At least let me cry ‘till I fall asleep

Not in Love

Run your heart out

If it bleeds, squeeze it ‘till it is drained

Run your confusion and frustrations astray

Feel the wind blow, dissipating them away

Feel it flowing freely against your face and through your hair

Feel the pain; push it ‘till it masks the anger, the sadness

Be freed, be liberated

Breathe. Fly.

The Kiwi

Hear the knife against the cutting board— dup dup dup, slicing… something.

See the cute fuzz accompanied with a bright, delightful spring green. Why, it’s a kiwi!

Smell the glaze of cool freshness emitted into the air.

Feel the smooth yet structured texture with a hint of dew.

Taste the delicious juice bursting from the surface as your teeth penetrate the surfa—

Whup, what is this? Bitterness lingers on the tongue, unwilling to disperse.

You have deceived me, Kiwi. >:(

AAA Formal

Dresses glimmer and sparkle all ‘round
a certain lovely Air caresses candles
wine glasses pRonounce elegance
today is a faiRytale
but, however beautiful, rosEs have thorns
and the magic will eNd at midnight
What if Cinderella’s glass slipper was lost forever?

Zzzzzzz

It is essential.
It is delightful.
It is elusive.
And when it finally arrives, time elapses so fast that, in a moment, it is all gone.

Sleep.is.good.

Calmed

And when the last soul bids farewell and wanders off to bed, the peaceful atmosphere of early AM hours sinks in with a mellowing effect. I am now at peace and I too will crawl into my warm crib that I have missed so much this week. Tomorrow’s another day. Thanks Anna Lin :)