Subjectiveness and Thought Vomit

This post will be drivel, really!

So yeah, people have been hounding me to post one of my poems here. After a year of requests, I sigh and say "Oh! Fine then!" Yup, I'm actually posting one of my poems here!

This poem is called Eyeliner Tears (and no, it's not emo!). I was inspired to write it one day as I was putting on eyeliner to go to this party I was attending. I, being little Ms. Everything-In-Life-Has-Deep-Symbolic-Meaning, kept meditating on how I was tearing up as I was putting on eyeliner. So I did what any crackers wannabe literateur would --- write a poem about it!

I entered it in this city-wide poetry competiton and it won 1st place (much to the surprise of its author who was, at the time, too busy thinking about how to burn a copy of Siam!).

Tell me what you think, okay?

Eyeliner Tears

Early in the morning

You prepare to face the world

Like the mall

Or school

Or the mall

You face the mirror,

Just a piece of glass

With a dark background

You’ve deified

Ooh! You need eye make-up

You reach for your eyeliner

Max Factor’s finest

And open your eyes

Forcibly

Like some deer caught in the

Stage lights

Now, you begin to line your eyes with a swipe

A million children’s stomachs growling for zilch

Swipe

Mosquito-infested mothers digging for lunch at Payatas

Swipe

Cuts on a little knee from scrap metal

Swipe

Oh look! You’re tearing up

Liquid fake crystal

Forming on the dusty window to your soul

Feel it form in the corner of your eye

Feel it drip like cloud-seed rain

Feel it streak your powdered, masked face

Oh wait! You can’t feel it

You’ve gone numb

But those tears fall and fall

Perfect! Just the way you wanted

What does it mean? Well, it's about....hang on! Why should I tell you? Yeah, sure. I am indeed the author. Yeah, sure. It was my rambles that composed this poem. Yeah, sure. I was the one who gave meaning to some random girl and Max Factor. But isn't art (literature included) subjective? Should a piece of literature really just be bound to what the author says it is? Isn't art designed to have multiple interpretations due to its affective, personal quality?

So should I still tell you what it means? Nah! You make your own meaning! Really, I'd be honoured if you do! In fact, why not include it in your comment (if you'd like to comment)?! I'd love to hear your interpretation of my structured thought vomit!

Hit that reply button! Contribute to the subjectivity of literature!