I wrote bit by bit
made up a glimpse of me
in the reflection of someone
on a glassy lake
a smudge of ripple
stole the peace
and I was undisturbed
untouched
understatedly
unnoticed
by despondency
disassociation
disappearance
We Share the Moon
This poem was originally posted on 17 March this year. I wrote this poem as a dedication to my fellow blogger and dear friend Robbie (ArchangelWhiteWolf). Some of you may also have been following Robbie’s blog and know that Robbie decided to close his blog. I feel it is fitting for me to post this poem again to remember Robbie.
When I sit alone
under the pastel moonlight
I imagine you sitting in solitude
sighing into the cosmic night sky
How many battles have you fought
How many dreams have passed you by
I stretch out my arms
in rolled up sleeves
trying to catch as many wishes
you shout to the universe
as my heart is able to contain
turn them into prayers
lighting up the dying dreams
of a warrior
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My Writing Music
There are a few albums I tend to play in the background when I want to quiet my heart and mind to focus on writing.
Silent Scream
The noises in her head go on without ceasing for years.
“My parents said you are too bright and you won’t hang around.”
“Do you want to marry me? Once we are married, I am eligible for an apartment allocation from my company.”
“When you were so far away, I was so lonely. She was just there for me and I couldn’t resist.”
“Maybe we will consider each other if neither of us is married by 30.”
“Everybody pisses me off including you.”
“You built the wall so tall. You are impossible to love.”
“She emotionally abused me. I don’t feel safe around her.” He said that to the marriage counsellor.
“Stop! You liar, cheater, coward, abuser. All of you, shut the fuck up!” She curls up to a ball and screams in silence.
Sleep Talking
There are so many chaotic thoughts
running through his mind
Silence is the lid to keep them sealed
In sleep, they are no longer contained
breaking out in groans and sobs
Ghost Travel
He left the city
He left her
He left himself with her in that city
since then
He travelled the world
He travelled with her
He travelled in an empty shell with the memory of her
#songshare – I Knew You Were Waiting
There was a period of time in my life, I couldn’t get out of bed in the morning. Besides reading the Psalm from the Bible, this song would get me out of bed.
I Knew You Were Waiting – Aretha Franklin, George Michael
Expressions
You said my face said it all.
I frowned when I was really mad at you
without uttering any offensive words.
I raised my eyebrows when I was skeptical
instead of questioning your integrity.
I looked far away when I was sad
with no trace of tears.
I couldn’t argue with you.
I didn’t see my own expressions.
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Naughty Little Outlier
I kissed a toad and I liked it
The taste of his toxic slimy skin
I kissed a toad just to try it
I hope my prince don’t mind it
It felt so wrong
It felt so naughty
Don’t mean I’m in love tonight
I kissed a toad and I liked it
I liked it
Separation
bird and wings
fish and water
life and breath
lock and key
together
they make sense
me over here
you over there
meaningless
Flicker of Thoughts 