I made origami stars
to store them
in a glass jar
like so many memories
we made together
trapped in a fragile heart
When the glass shattered
those memories wandered
in a haunted house
Category: My Love
Bell
Our entwined bodies crisp the satin sheet
Perfume and cologne sweeten the pungent sweat
The little bell on my bracelet
sings in harmony with moans and growls
like kittens playing on a lazy Sunday noon
Make may way to you
tread the long and winding road
thorns and thistles
storm and hail
make my way to you
I make my way to you
calm and clear
blooms and twine
we skip down the narrow path
Dead man walking
he is in so much pain
that his world
is under general anaesthetic
every morning
the bitter and stale black coffee
barely jumpstarts his heartbeat
every commute to work
is like driving in
a sound proof booth
traffic moves like tropical fish
in a tank
every human interaction he has
resembles Pecking opera
too loud
too strenuous
too much makeup plastered on
he is so exhausted
that the night
becomes the tomb
where he finally
lays to rest
Light
when I see your face
my soul sparkles through the crescents
to absorb the mirror image of yours
my wrinkles flee from the past
to foretell the future
when I see your face
my darkest days are merely inconvenience
like a cup of ill-made coffee
my ailing body is just an excuse
to curl up next to you
when I see your face
the world around me dims
to a backdrop of the milky way
when I see your face
A tragic mind
she sits on the rope day bed
he weaved for her
cinnamon coffee swirls its way
into her fond memory of him
he used to massage her feet
while she was tapping away
to create sad stories from
her tragic mind
day after day
she could not believe
his unwavering love
he was like the floor lamp
giving out a glow to
clothe her in comfort and love
she always kept that
little distance and space
where he was blinded by confusion
he did feel like he was
just part of the furniture
fit for a purpose but
underserving of her love
now she is sitting alone and
writing a tragic poem on
what it should have been
a happy ever after
reality
Refuge
The world is going around
and I am in it
The earth keeps spinning
I am somewhat going along
even in stationary
Everything is like high speed rail
while I am in 10x slow motion
Would we take our time
take a piss out of life
to realise its vanity
and our foolish pursuit
Forgive me who counts on me
I cannot give you
what haven’t already given to you
your dissatisfaction is not
my burden to bear
seek from the Giver
not me, a mule
merely carries its own load
I am so very tired
beyond
the burnt shoulders
the worn out sandles
the vacant mind
I need rest
there is the quiet
then there is you
the green pasture beneath my feet
a bed of clouds to dream on
a velvet blanket to shield me
a peaceful presence surpasses all understanding
I pitch a tent here
where the world becomes lovely
where humans are bearable again
only in your refuge
Change
she is used to eating dinner alone
with Netflix on her laptop playing
she is not sure about
sharing a couch and dinner
interacting with each other
she is used to taking a bath
in the company of candle lights
and a glass of wine
she is not sure about
having another to
refill her glass
trim the candle wicks and
sit quietly to watch her
with desire simmering
change is a good thing
if there is
harmony in being together
and passion for one another
Fitting
You know how I know you are for me?
When I see your face I am happy
not for the things we do together
or the time we spend together
for I love the me being with you!
Kismet
you’re from out of space
among the diamond rain
just crash into me
Flicker of Thoughts 