Mirror, Mirror

Mirror, Mirror, on the wall
Let's start from the very top top

The tinted hair
You see
Is just to cover
and
to conceal
The truth behind it all
Alas, color fades

Staring at the grays
I gasped!
I must do something fast!
God forbid!
The world should see
What lies hidden
beneath..
These fake bright hues
What shame it would be
to exhibit
My true true colors

Oh,
My eyes are okay
They didn't shrivel much
Except
Those youthful sparkle
never quite returned
Just
don't look people
in the eye
They would never catch on

This nose
Instinctive
Intimidating
Let's not talk about it

Moving on..

The
sagging cheeks
The droopy rims of my mouth
Yes
They are a dead giveaway
The lack of smiles
Ah
Where can you hide
Those pain
Those tears

And
Of course
not to leave out
This double chin

From looking down
Too much
Too often
Perhaps?

To pen down
my thoughts
Into some
measly verses
All in the hopes
Of turning
my wounds
Into wisdom
Perhaps?

The Tick

Some arguments starts
Same old insinuations
Same old scorns
Sometimes I wonder
About these thorns
Are they here to teach
And preach
Or are they here
Just for show
Some thorns prick
And tick
Some thorns
Bleed you dry
I wonder why
Prone to meanness
Some do think
They are blameless
So
Tell me please
What makes a man
Tell me!
Tell whatever you can
I won't chide
I won't scold
Just tell me bold
What what what?
What?
Makes a man!
What, Man?

A Teenager's Freedom

Freedom is just a word,
A thing which is only heard.
When Freedom is everything,
Ah, then I’ll have wings.
But don’t you know it’s far?
Don’t you know there’re bars?

Freedom comes only to those,
Who wholeheartedly propose.
And it stays so short,
All I could do is snort.
So why fancy this rot?
When it reaches not!!!

-Thanyarat Komolsingsakul

(composed some time in 1981, after graduating from high school)

Lingering Ghost

Alas! This lingering Ghost,
Thou canst not so boast!
In thine own self
Truly are thee engrossed,
Neglecting our hearts
Slighting our Innermost.

Through clime and years
Lives lived in fears.
Through storms and calms,
We found our balms.

Ever relenting…
Ever consenting…
And ever condescending...
Yet forever and ever...
...tormenting.

-Thanyarat Komolsingsakul