Feeling Blue

By Markus Ng

It's late night and it's not alright
But still the stars are so bright
A melody it keeps me awake
As it plays I fall and I break

I wanna close my eyes and cry
Kiss the blues goodbye
I wanna run but there's nowhere to run to
But still I go and I look for my pair of shoes

So I run and I run
without knowing where I'm gone
I'm all weary from this aimless journey
that I've begun
So I stop and I turn
Looking for a lesson to learn
There's definitely something I missed
Life should be more than this

It's just as if I'm afraid I'm losing
losing all my pride
But it seems there's more than pride I'm missing
My grip on life is loosening

I really wish I still was a child
Back then I could truly smile
No worries about expectations
Such liberty I did not need to run

But still I ran and I ran
without knowing where I'd land
Was all weary from that aimless journey
that I began
So I stopped and I turned
I see the lesson to be learned
There was definitely something i missed
Life was more than this

Double, double, toil and trouble!

If you're one of those people who can immediately continue from memory: "Fire burn, and cauldron bubble" then welcome! Otherwise, fret not. You don't need to know Shakespeare to write poetry! Or prose! You just need eye of newt, and toe of frog, and wool of bat, and tongue of dog ...

Okay. Enough with Shakespeare. *chucks Macbeth out the window*

Like I was saying, you don't need Shakespeare to write heart-wrenching poetry. And you _definitely_ don't need Dan Brown to write dramatic, tense fiction stories. What do you need then? Creativity? An observant eye for everyday beauty? A flair with words and a humongous bombastic vocabulary? Patience and effort? Or just plain blind luck?

I don't know. Do you?

If you think you've written a brilliant piece, with the mysterious X-factor which will make all your readers go agape with surprise or drown in tears or begin to live as if it was their last day on earth (or all at once), feel free to submit it to The Cauldron at phasesonline@gmail.com. The place where _you_ cook the day's stew.