I ran this marathon
with the intention of
completion in triumph.
I realised in midway
that was only
an aspirational goal.
I had no choice but
downgraded it to
successful completion
with torlerable suffering
of sprains and strains.
I was a wilted desert lily
so detrimentally dehydrated
yet was afraid of hyponatremia.
My greatest concern though
is the likelihood of
revitalisation after
a cardia arrest.
I love mimosa pudica for her sensitivity
which often mistaken for shyness
she is truly the sleeping beauty
undisturbed in the depth of the night
stretching open to the first morning ray
her distinctive memory of my touch
earned my loyalty to watch her intently
makes her a seductress
has me wrapped around her little finger
playing touch-me-not
I had two dreams
never thought they would come true
for I did not know one led to another
I had lived in a slumber for so long
never knew I held the key to these dreams
so I was stuck on the detour to nowhere
I was dying of exhaustion
desperately seeking a spring
to continue on the winding road
at the beginning of the 365 day journey
everyday life aroused no emotions in me
all I could manage was
to do the only thing that would
bring me relief to this numbness
I poured out my daydreams on paper
I am halfway to the end of the 365 day journey
the tingling in my brain
the restless finger tapping
the nourishment from the spring
living my dreams day and night
at the end of the 365 day milestone
skipping down the dream pathway
the key around my neck
to the sunlit conscious tomorrows
Is there truly a God?
I don’t see Him.
There is truly wind
as I know how it feels on my skin.
Is there indeed true love?
I cannot see the future.
There surely is happiness
as my heart sings when I see you.
I
will fall
in your arms
catching orange tangerine marmalade
in autumn ambience
ravished by
you
artistic flair
feature displays
current trends
seasonal colour spectrums
stylish mix and match
full of possibilities through
the polished glass
to fit her different personas
while she walks the downtown streets
heads turning for her splendid innermost beauty shining through
the natural coloured classic-cut
other styles are just distractions
to the pedestrians who are
so eagerly lost in the crowd
we sat across the bench in the park
you passed me a letter written in sarlet ink
I was too afraid to read the taboo for breakup
it started to rain
the smudge of blood trickled down
marking a curse and a dead past
it was a slow death of bleeding out
youth, hope and dying wishes
let love flow between us
it’s in the stares
unveiling all the desire
let the unspoken words fall on the silent echoes
it’s in between blinks
loving you inextinguishably
let flushed cheeks unsettle
it’s the rosy glow
giving away the secret réciproque
farewell wanna be yet never be for fear of losing the now should have never been
farewell promised to be yet could not be for losing faith of forever be
farewell the me pretended to be yet could never be for losing myself was what it would ever be
farewell all my past should have been could have been yet would never be
close the doors and let the ghosts rest
follow the guiding light to my destined to be
Flicker of Thoughts 