In the Meadow Forgotten

By Teresa Ong

It is amazing how loud a mind can become amidst a silent room. The ever-changing forms of love of peace of anger of sadness of depression of freedom of outer space of just about anything can enter as they please and awaken inspiration or aggravate emotions. This particular being had to empty the million thoughts in order to stay sane, reach sere

• Language: English
• Publisher: URLink Print & Media, LLC
• Release date: Sep 29, 2020
• ISBN: 9781647534929

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In the Meadow - Forgotten

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ISBN 978-1-64753-493-6 (Paperback)

ISBN 978-1-64753-492-9 (Digital)

02.09.20

For the moon for the stars

For the strong and the weak

For some for no one

For anyone who cares to flip these pages

But more importantly…

For Mom and little me

Contents

Introduction

Would You Mind…?

About About the Book

Nocturnal Paradise

And Still…

Forever Morbid

25 Cents Dreams

The Passion

Blue

Nature

Dream On

Be Gone

Fresh Start

Unsettling Thoughts

Abandonment

A Thousand Pieces

Dusk Rumination

Waiting

New York City

The Non-Being You

Demon

Nightfall

Which Way

My Solace

The Expectation

O³ = 1

The Psychological Mind Game

Teddy

The Call

Self-Pity

Where Lies the Meaning

My Angel

Alone

Time

The Devoid Spirit

Who’s god

Indecision

Indelible

Woman

Solitude

The Sign

Dial 1-888-HEAVEN

Just Musing

Writing About Nothing

Wouldn’t You?

How Do I Even Begin

Apple Cider

The Painter

Aimless

Joe Black

Loneliness is Fond of me

Shorties

If ever

Moving On…

The Breakthrough

Here’s How It’s Gonna Be

My Enigmatic Mind

The Degenerated Soul

Winding Down

And gone…

Mama said…

Meltdown

White Christmas ’02

Lost

Life’s Appetizers

Mattie

Random

Love’s Warranty

I Miss You

To Have You

Rain

The Halt

Entomb

End of Your Oppression

Don’t know much

To the Aged

You’re Okay

Sages

Love is…

Signature

A Trillion Gratitude

About the Book

Introduction

What do you do when you never had anyone in your life to confide in, to share your thoughts, to help console you? What do you do when you feel that no one cares and no one would ever understand? Where would you release all the torment and suffering and sorrow you think you are experiencing? Where could you go? Where could you hide? Who would you turn to as the ultimate resort? Or does such a haven really exist?

As for me, I have never had anyone while growing up I could call as my best friend, one who I normally would feel comfortable telling my secrets and thoughts. It is something I see most people having and perhaps even taking for granted. I had friends, but never anyone I could label as my best friend for that particular matter. There was never anyone I felt I could bond with at the heart and so I never felt safe or easy confiding in anyone. No one ever reached out, either due to lack of interest or they simply didn’t care, didn’t know. By the age of 17 I grew tired and exhausted as if a bubble was about to burst. Burst it did. All my thoughts were blasted from my mind onto a piece of paper—a piece of ripped out loose-leaf page from my trigonometry notebook. I thought I would just chuck it away after releasing my frustrations, but I didn’t. I ended up keeping almost everything.

What had initially started as a piece of paper turned into a mountain of jotted down feelings and thoughts and emotions and sadness and joy. My writing took on a life of its own. It quickly became my best and only friend. I could turn to it anytime of the day. I’d spill my guts out to it. My essay format writing slowly manifested into a poem style writing. I’d actually indulge in some of them thinking they were absolutely a work of genius, though I never dared show it to anyone for the longest time, afraid they would think otherwise and thus shatter what I have always wanted to protect. My writing became a console, a confidant, my only source of inner peace, and my very own shielded world. No matter what, no one can ever, ever take my sanctity away from me.

Albeit, this friend could not give me active feedback. It can’t accompany me out to a movie. It can’t even take a serene hike with me in the forest, but it gave me more than anyone could have ever given me—a sense of sanity. In this bizarre world we dwell under, to seek satisfaction and to obtain inner peace is what should be all that ever mattered. To maintain that inner world of tranquility will require a ton of energy and focus. Some people seek psychologists for help. Some people have supportive families and friends. Some people have understanding other half. Some people have dogs and cats. I, on the outer most rim of the galaxy, have only my writings.

10/28/2002

Would You Mind…?

Poems written

Poems buried

Never thought to be resurrected

If one day it shall see the light of day

What think you

For I’ll be light years away

Setting down another set of me

Friday, February 21, 2003

11:36pm

About About the Book

Thought I’d dust it off

And send them to the press

Pop came a book after 700 bucks

Complete with a soft picture cover

How lovely

Piece on love

Piece on darkness

Piece on time

And everything else in between

This is me

As you see

Some are true

Some conjured

Judge me gently

I’ve a weak heart

And tear ducts the size of Jupiter

Then again

It shouldn’t matter

Who’ll read

When poetry doesn’t sell

Albeit this is me

That’s okay

It’s all I’ll ever need

Thursday, February 13, 2003

4:09pm

Nocturnal Paradise

One day, we’ll sit side by side

Watching the stratosphere put on its nightly entourage

You won’t runaway

I’ve always dreamt of your furry little elusive company

We’ll have the wind lightly caress our aura

As the crescent moon ascends to its corner position

And slowly, slowly dips back down into a dark yellow hue

The mountains in the distance is small yet grand

There won’t be any clumsy trees to hinder our view

There won’t be any newly erected houses overshadowing Mars

We’d just lay there in the meadow

Surrounded by the most aesthetic sounds and sights

Our idleness grows into ecstasy

As we are intoxicated by the sublime universe that slumbers above

A patch of Perseids just sprinkled a few silvery dust particles over on the western sky

More twinkling dots joined the scene

I gave you a