unto the new moon
swishing foot,
twirling in shadow
shaded in by some high rise and
blurred by the gleam of a stall;
light scattered by a still puddle.
a step past another,
an antiparallel twirl,
summoning forth past
through inexorable rifts:
a once endeavored jaunt in dreary rain.
a soaked, red, wooden bench,
paint chipped and wood frayed,
worn apart in threaded lines
under a dripping tree on a dark, cloudy evening;
maple seeds adrift,
damp in the rain,
their silhouettes spiralling
as wind chimes somehow twinkle persistently
in a happenstance harmony with the patter of rain
under a gray blue cloudy sky-
in the streaming grayed blue
a new wrinkle forms between wet threads,
torn apart through droplets of dull sunshine.
now anew in old,
bathed in blinding faded lights;
wrenching nostalgia,
on a field of wind whipped grass,
awash in rosy filtered evening sun;
melancholy of times thought unhad but
somehow known had in some
tangential, parallel form
tripping over nothing,
falling through the bottom of the sheets-
those rapidly undulating, ephemeral, thready sheets-
sinking momentarily, peacefully, perfectly;
ether, water, drained through a dark deep vent,
sucked and siphoned away
back into midnight of some city
world spinning
you, spinning
something natural,
an unfathomable moment,
an altogether opaque moment
feet swish,
head sways and dips
rain and sunshine
phasing through stars and midnight
in fluttering,
sparse,
threadbare sheets,
a lens blowing throughout,
precipitated,
crystallized, even,
within the moment
itself.
under a waning moon
born of midnight sun;
unto the new moon
beside memories of ancient stars
alongside visages new and fusing.
Dreamhouse
Pain painting the ink blue sky crimson red
I lay the building blacks of my dream house
Gently stroking the brush to get shades on the my canvas
Adding the wetness on my forehead
monochrome pink into my pallete
A pinch of yellow
Painting my canvas of dreams
Walls white, reflecting the bright, radiating positivity
Closet colour shaded with the room
Warm brown for the tiles, sooting like milk chocolate Stealing the crimson red from the sky I gave mirror a touch of red
Red with white flowers on it
Everytime I take a look at myself
Reminding me of the pain I have been through
Put My Heart Inside you
Your voice slowly reached its peak, the crumbled silence fell asleep. You are my Teddy Bear, my love. When you come into my room every night, I remember how little I know you. However, now you show up without warning. “Maybe please knock first?” Your sweet whispers are deceiving and I can feel my soul run away when you open your mouth. Unveiling horrific teeth and a smile plastered with malicious intent. “I have to get out of here, before his sweet whispers drive me insane, or have I already lost it?” I love taking photos and you like to stare at me through the lens. On one particular night... I saw you eat my photos as if they were a lunchbox snack. “Gosh, you’re so disgusting!” I feel like a barbie trapped by sweet whispers... there is no room for escape. “You’re fine, I’m sure if anything we’ll die together, plus our friendship will last forever, right?” You keep whispering sweet words into my ears, telling me you “love me” and that we are friends forever. With each word I give more of my heart to you, it feels like I have to put it inside you. The moon settles down but the terrorizing winds search for me, tonight the air feels dry. An ominous grin looms overhead. I can hear heavy chains being dragged to my door, I'm done with this. Sweet whispers won't kill me tonight. Just as Teddy stops at my door I can hear his maniacal laugh, I can picture his devilish face and hunger for me. Everything that I had feared led up to this, yet why was he hesitating? Then it happened... my door came crashing down and I could see those sweet whispers he had been telling me to stay safe and the words “I love you”. My precious Teddy was fighting an even greater evil that had taken control of him. Teddy split in two, from the sweet whispering darling doll I knew to the evil demon that had possessed my love. Without hesitation, I grabbed for the gun I had hidden into the side of my bed. The terror and horror that the demon had on its face was very satisfying, but I knew one thing. That was to live and to not let my Teddy witness my death. After hours of relentless defeats, the demon backed off and started to chant a spell on Teddy. "Not even the evils of hell can stop me now!" "Your heavy hellfire can't bring me down!” Soon the demon staggered back and collapsed with 100 holy bullets through the chest. Having wasted the gift from the Archbishop I managed to escape and the sweet, crispy, maple syrup, whispers returned. My heart is his, I love you, Teddy.
days daze
i've realized recently
that i don't have
good days
bad days
okay days
all of my days
my 24 hours
are just days
they blend into each other
seamlessly
until before i know it
it's midnight
and she asks me
"how was your day?"
and i don't know
how to answer that...
"my day was a day
was a day
is a day
it happened
and i...
experienced it
and now
it's over,
onto the next one
i guess."
Shower Thoughts
1. We aren’t writers we are translators
We translate feelings into words. Writing is the language of the heart or soul.
2. I am so busy in achieving everything I want. I fear if I forget to live this life. We don’t have a restart option and before my game gets over I wish to do everything I dream of.
3. We spent our whole life being perfect in someone’s eyes. Perfection doesn’t exist. We are meeting society’s standards though we don’t know who set them.
4. We are confined by our own thoughts and fears.
5. Sometimes I feel I am not weird. Maybe the rest of the people are weird so in their eyes, I seem to be weird.
6. Life is an infinite ending ring. It gets back to where you were once.
7. It’s terrifying how I am breathing and I am alive. Constantly repeating the sentence I am alive makes me question my existence.
8. There are millions of people in this world. Who is going to remember me if I die?
9. Romantic relationships are way too overrated. Love is so pure and sometimes it’s all about human bonds. Few people make you believe in friendship and love back again.
