Friday, January 28, 2011

is age the matter?

not wanting to try anything new
not wanting to go to the movies
not wanting to understand what the world's evolving into

I hope I'm not like this if I get to get old.


tool

I think
by writing words
possibly by drawing pictures too

without the pen
my thoughts would be incomplete
I'd go through life blurry and fragmented.

Thus as long as the pen exist
as long as my mind churns thoughts
I'd keep writing.


Thursday, January 27, 2011

1.1.11 wasn't the new year

so at the start of the year
lots of things happened
people died, people left
new realisations
old realisations
new engagements
then now...
everything came to a halt
as if my mind has converged
all thoughts into a single point
and realise it needs a makeover
before it gets too dull and dies

I'll draft another resolution
cuz the new year
has just came of late.


miss you

distance made me see
the core structures in my life
like being able to text you anytime
being able to call you anytime
is not there anymore
now that an ocean came between us

think my heart just ached.


Tuesday, January 18, 2011

present

everything we ever wanted
is right here
just have to stop walking
and feel



Sunday, January 9, 2011

goodbye

so you died
I'm not sure how to feel
I know death is here
but it feels surreal
because once upon a time
we laughed together



Saturday, January 8, 2011

clipped

been awhile since I've kissed those lips
been awhile since our destinies' crossed
sometimes I see you here
other times, no where
and today I saw you again
san the wings of courage
san the wings of freedom
badly, silently, I sat here and hope
someday you'd find them again.



Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Exit Left

she said, when I was really young
I'd stare out of the window, stare into space,
into nothingness
you told me that
you said she called me a dreamer and that's how I'd be.

what was I dreaming of? I didn't know then.
time went by. she passed on. again you reminded me.
now I realised
it was the real me that I was dreaming of:
the one who beckons to break into the physical dimension
the one who rebels against merely being a wisp of the imagination.

aye. and I shall grant myself courage,
to always let me out.