October 2011
1 post
“i’m sorry i forgot about you.”
August 2011
1 post
May 2011
2 posts
April 2011
0 posts
February 2011
1 post
January 2011
4 posts
yawn.
A yawn you take is a yawn deplete;
A yawn of air from the air replete.
A yawn you make creates a yawn in wait,
A yawn in symphony
Of the world repose in state.
my heart sings for thee.
A love like Romeo’s, I hath conceived;
A love like Juliet’s, none can deceive.
And with love comes fear, fear with love,
A boisterous fiend that devours the most gallant of courage.
But could this be,
Or is this a dreamer’s dream,
Which the moon has veiled upon my eyes,
That I see darkness upon its own form:
An act that is the Devil’s wish.
So blind me if this, marry,
Is but a vile trickery of the...
Of which I fear to speak.
It planted a seed in my head,
manifests into a tumour: malignant.
Eating into my brain, tearing into my heart;
chokes my breaths, sweats my palms;
losing all sensibility, blinding what is apparent.
What is apparent?
Maybe it’s just an obscure shadow on the black – white film,
but a losing mind cannot distinguish.
Vulnerability.
An obscure shadow?
A tumour.
December 2010
10 posts
“every second ticking is like drips from my heart leaking.”
– inevitability
It’s a love story:
The damsel a ray of shining sun;
the pauper a piece of rainy sky.
One might think they hardly match,
but look closer and you’ll see the fact:
she is a smouldering temptress who scorches men’s hearts,
he is the calming drizzle who tamed her heart.
He weeps whenever the sun escapes,
wishing she will return to his way.
Little did he know she’s a blushing star,
concealing behind his...
Miss Stranger
Hi Miss Stranger.
How have you been?
I still remember vividly, how it used to be.
You’re of sparkling green, one that emanates from within.
I remember us standing together, at the crossroads, indeed.
But when the lights they changed blue, you left me standing, waiting.
Hey you Miss Stranger.
You’re like the mimosa, amidst the sea of orange;
bashful yet pretty, even within blooming sunflowers’...
“and i hate the howling wind, for it gives me much to think.”
knot.
Have you ever seen a knot,
strung in suffocation, dead in its thought?
And if you tug it cuts your flesh,
blood staining it with sweet caress.
And if you don’t it clutches you tight,
your breathing laboured, your eyes deprived of light.
So would you choose to scar your life,
or decide a slow and painful death?
With a gentle breeze, time freezes.
With the falling leaves, the sheet creases.
With the dripping clouds, the trees breathe.
With the flashing lights, we scream.
Encapsulated within: the rain, the sheets, the comforting green teas;
our hearts in sync, our breaths resonating;
our eyes meet, our lips sweet;
our fingers fit, our skin kiss;
our minds dream, as we take in the scene.
Life.
Like an exquisite clockwork that never ceases, every cog in the gear never missing the toothed.
Revolving and turning about its axis, with mundane predictability and constant velocity.
The “1” never misses the “2”, yet it never sees the “3”. And slowly it ticks and dwindles away, in seconds, minutes and hours in routine.
Circling and racing, within an endless loop; the end apparently near, yet...
of swagger,
of confidence;
of charm,
of suaveness;
of deceive,
of truth;
of drugs,
of sex;
of hedonism,
of façade;
of devils,
amidst angels;
of reflection?
of Californiacation.
of jealousy.
the winds blowing from the past, whisper softly in my ears;
of news vaguely relevant, yet mightily unpleasant.
merely words of history, but influencing the present;
enough to notice, enough to cringe;
enough to ponder, enough to think.
just words it seems, but still they cling;
making me wonder, what it really means.
“and there are no lines between us.”
– M
November 2010
8 posts
sixth.
it was a day of laughter,
of sadness;
of carousing,
of madness;
of hugs,
of tears;
of liberty,
of expression;
of intoxication,
of deafness;
of doubts,
and answers.
a realisation that possibilities had become probabilities,
that probabilities had deteriorated to impossibilities;
that a dream is ending, a slumber awakening;
of love bleeding, of summer ending.
august is here to steal...
did you know?
did you know that the sun shines from the west, yet in the north it always rains?
did you know a Danish liquorice is enough, to lure the lion out of its cave?
did you know the lion is brave, only because of a simple phrase?
did you know even the stars will smile, whenever they hear you say “kafei.”?
“there’s no need for words.”
– M
summer.
The season where cicadas sing, the reason for dragonflies’ being. A time to bask in the glory of the heavens, a time…for goodbyes. Like an adroit seamstress you’ve woven, threads of our lives intertwined; like a nibbling, fumbling squirrel you’ve littered, reminisces aplenty, glazed with honey, sprinkled with memories; of shoes and ships and sealing wax, of cabbages and kings. ...
October 2010
3 posts
September 2010
5 posts
“Dear Sun,
Moon here, what’s up? You’ve been looking good, have you been...”
– (via gatekeeper)
August 2010
4 posts
“不小心遇到…”
“how can someone tell me the answer to the puzzle, when i’m the creator of...”
July 2010
5 posts
“i broke my heart into pieces, sharing the fragments with you.”
“books. they know me better than i do.”
“Campeones España!”
“Play /pleɪ/ -verb : to have fun, to frolic, to run and skip and make merry”
“have you ever felt that you’ve wept, but haven’t?”
June 2010
7 posts
Listen
“tell me quick, tell me true: shall i? should i? will i?”
xiaolongbaos:
and for a moment i was free,
absorbing all that was surrounding.
the silence, the green; the peace, the breeze.
and then it suddenly occurred to me:
what if i were really free?
because...
because you say my words are good; because you say ogres are cute.
because coffee is my weakness in life; because you provide my weakness with life.
Lucifer
I feel guilty that my heart is burning,
not of desire; the excruciating anguish from the depths of hell.
Like the devil eating its way out of my body,
his fork impaling my wretched soul.
And he shreds my thoughts apart,
my mind stinging, bleeding.
As I writhe in agony, it whispered fervently:
“because you’re my son, my dear boy”