Biography of Silvia Jen
Just using the opportunity of being in transition to do what I love doing - writing. And hoping to keep doing it even when I settle down.
All Poetry Submitted by Silvia Jen is owned and written by Silvia Jen unless otherwise stated.
Silvia Jen Poems
I trip and pick myself Up I stand dusting out my pants, And run for my life.
I woke up the four walls taunting I sat up
He is petty He lives in a little well He is ugly warts and boils bubbling out from his face
A Series Of Haiku's Ii
My Masterpiece (Haiku)
Staring spaced out I slouched, before the flickering lights. Just another day of sloth, piling grime and mould.
The Worst Of Me
The whirlpool of wind, made the leaves dance. The torrents of rain, flushed the colors away.
My Plea To Summer
You seduced and flirted, with sunshine and blue skies, bright flowers and warm breeze.
A Series Of Haiku's
Two forks in a road, maybe even more than two, None could be better.
Last Summer's Day
I awoke today, with goosebumps on my arms Hands of clock that sped,
The Joy Of Writing
O, to possess the fortune of ink and physique I can dive in and be engulfed by the vast ocean of words
The Infinity Of Me
Along intricately orchestrated highways Neurons swerving, zooming like messengers in a hurry Bearing colorful packages of the world
We beg to differ while indulging in mass-produce Drones of Today you fight to stand out
He is petty
He lives in a little well
He is ugly
warts and boils bubbling out from his face
I point my finger
lashing out at him
from the bottom of my well
I find my face in the water
warts and boils