toki!
mi jan Sotan li toki.
mi toki pona li toki mi.
toki ni li jo ala e nimi.
mi pini.
ante la mi pini ala.
tenpo li tawa la jan li wile tawa kin.
mi mama kin.
mi mama pi nasin.
mi mama pi nasin pi toki pona.
nimi ona li "toki pona pi nasin pi jan Sotan".
ona li pona.
toki pona li lili la toki nasin li suli.
jan pu li nasa.
mi toki lon. sina olin e pu la sina kin li nasa.
o nasin e nasin pi nasin ala!
nasin ala li nasin pona
li nasin ala.
mi toki pona pu.
ken la mi pakala anu kon?
insa mi li ko.
insa kon li jaki. insa moku li kon.
insa pilin li pakala. insa lawa li lon
li pali ala.
insa lawa mi li insa lawa pi kala.
mi akesi li nasa lukin.
jan Pankensite li mama mi.
ona li lawa la mi nasin tan ni:
ona li mama. ona li pona.
tan ni la ona li sewi tawa mi
li anpa ala.
taso mi anpa kin.
mi wile e ijo sin.
o sin e nimi "lipu"!
mi pilin e ni: nimi "lipu" li ike.
mi wile e ni: nimi "lipu" li nimi "site"
sama toki Inli.
o pakala! o pakala a!
nimi "site" li ike!
toki pona li pona. toki ante li ike.
tan ni la nimi ona li ike kin.
o pakala! mi pakala.
mi jo ala e pilin
la mi wile pini.
mi tawa.
sitelen nanpa pini la
sina wile unpa la
o toki e nimi mi li supa lon supa
lon poka pi noka pi len pi mi mute!
mi unpa la mi mute li pilin pona mute.
sitelen nanpa pini nanpa tu la
mi mute li mute li tu ala.
tenpo ni la lon la mi tawa.
Writing began at 08 nov 2021 and was put on hold for the better part of 2022 until publishing.
Throughout my years as a writer, I found myself unable to write on command. Every time I am faced with restrictions, deadlines or the possibility of working with unlike-minded individuals, whether it is a short story, a song or as simple as a letter, my mind seems to freeze and to actively deter inspiration, preventing ideas to form and prosper in what otherwise would be the perfect habitat for them...
tenpo li ante e jan e ma.
tenpo li awen e nasa e tan.
pona li sama pona lon ma ona,
la mi wile e ike li wile ala e pona.
I'm lost in the light
I'm lusting the void
People around me
Are nothing, but noise
I am surrounded
There's nowhere to go
The lack of the bright
Is where I feel home
Written at 17 August 2021
"No!" The angry student exclaimed, "I told you already! This is it! I refuse to change any of it!" He threw his papers in the air and stormed out of the lecture hall.
"What was that about?" asked the curious bystander, who helped Mark to pick up the angry student's essay.
"Just another art student refusing criticism," he said as he looked at his empty wrist, "do you know what time is it?"
"It's 11:05," she revealed with morbid casualty.
This was a writing practice in preparation for a 300 word flash story writing competition. 2/2 people who read it seemed to like it, so now it's here.
Randomly chosen theme was Justice.