coffee, glasses, pen, notes... roses and knife

Those were the things I had on my desk this morning

Little Girl, Me, and the Night

I was sleepless last night. Sobbing,
the little girl in me said she was tired
of being cold under frayed veil,
and she was longing for the delight
of dancing on my pleasure's tip

I didn't know how to comfort her
for I had no consolation, no solace
to offer. It was me and the night,
held her shaking dreams for a dear life
we were worn out empty at dawn.


17/11/2011
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Lovely Hibiscus Months Ago

Could not concentrate on anything, I was back to clean up then. Whoaaa...
What box for memory? What box for hope? And for the evening laughs? For
returned smiles?

Halves of a Night 5

After the evening storm, it was icy
calm in your room last night.
I saw you trembling and a mongrel, wounded,
listening to your cries like a mother did
licking its scabs cautiously unnoticed.
She knows they will be yet other scars
as kind gifts from the life, memento
from the many battles she survived

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Broken

For once I know the time is coming to take my dreams
off the night screen, then fold them neat. Perhaps,
some will need extra handling. Roll them tight.
Separate them carefully from socks and underwears.

I too know, flowers and rivers should be in the same box
with green lake and hazy mountains. Shady pathways,
giant trees, all the green lanscapes should be done
in other luggage.

After that, in the wee hours all I have is quietness;
a broken mind to console.

11/11/11

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--untitled--

At the end of conversation
sentences unraveled into letters
dropping one by one from the words,
falling apart.

I could hear the crashing sound
echoing long after the last dot vanished.
Then all was wrath of darkness
lashed fire from the sky

I wished someone hugged me from behind
when my mouth fumbled over prayers,
but there was no way I could call you.
The conversation was gone off our hands.

after storm, Oct 31 , 2011

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28/11/2011, revised. Special thanks to Jademoon 

(no worries, many more still need your touch, lol)

The Storm is Coming

Oh Dear!
No electricity again soon

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Kaskus is Over Posting

Somehow, this is the first time I find myself laughing when I couldn't
see the threads in a forum. Perhaps it's the picture?

Upside Down

the artist in me, 2/5/2011

the artist in me

Story of My Love Letter

I wrote my poem and flew it through the wind.
An outcast picked it up and recited my longing
     for you easing his homesickness

My loneliness was beauty. Even the moon cried
hearing the lucid poignancy of yearning,
lovers embraced each other,  warmed their hearts
in the midst of cold tears shed from the sky

My precious solitude was now heavier with hope,
but the same rain faded your address on the map.
My poem lost track of the road signs to reach you:
words ended up filthy in big city ditches!

13-18 January 2011

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No Title for Sorrow

I thought about you yesterday,
there was nothing new about that.
I thought about you all the days before
when I plucked roses from the garden
     in the morning,
when I blew off the lamps before sleepless
     demons came at night.

I thought about you in silence,
     arranged the most enticing bouquet
     of good news, smiles, and kisses

(But we were only imaginary pictures,
     fading from my mind as maggots multiplied
     amongst wilted roses, and through broken
     windows nightly demons raped my body.)

13 Jan 2011

a happy birthday

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In January Wind

I dared not to raise my hand to tap on your window
For fear the sound would be too sharp
      tearing the chrysalis you were working on
      (Why you were so hard trying to hide
      the loneliness, why you were so hard trying?)

If you, drying your hidden tears in the dark,
      hear held breathing outside your door,
      turn on your lamp, push open the door
You would see me there,
      trembling in January wind
      waiting by your door

                              Metro, 09/01/2011

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