Let’s go to Luna Park at night
When exhausted children heading home with big smiles
You and I go for rides in empty carts
We warm up with Ferris Wheel slowly climbs into the sky
watching twinkling lights
Bring back teenager romance on the Tango Train
Our breaths and bodies pulled in one by physics
Loosen ourselves on the Boomerang Rollercoaster
Momentarily break off restraint like horizontal yoyos
Before Mr Whippy’s iconic ice cream treat
Catch the thrill of the Hair Raiser
We get temporary hairdos
Mistaken our stomachs for hearts
I had a wonderful night darling
You made me smile and shine
We kissed under the lights
falling once again in each other’s eyes
Tag: relationship
Second Best
There were three persons in that relationship. He probably didn’t realise, but she was acutely aware from day one. She had learned to trust her instincts which was a God given gift.
Love is a complicated thing as much as it is plain and simple. There was no room for three. She didn’t show up in his life and serve as a pick-me-up because he was toyed around by his goddess who he worshipped endlessly. The illusive and may-be-one-day possibility hanged over his mind and their new found relationship.
Love is a beautiful thing. It can make you forget any sadness and insufficiency. But time is a cruel reminder. Any newness and rawness eventually wore off. Old habits and feelings crept back in. After all, she was his second best. She couldn’t work out what happened and what changed.
Love is fragile, and it breaks so easily. A slip off the careless hand, a snuffle by unexplainable silence, or a hesitation that lasted a little too long, all shattered in pieces at once. It was a sad reality really, no one came out undone from that crowded room, even it was only in the head space. Our minds set us free as much as imprison us. She chose to fly far away from their love maze and wanted no part in it for self preservation, and she was right, all along.
Unapologetic
Under my tongue
lie unformed words
like a cluster of emotions
unspoken
hidden in the silence
you so despise
Being
me
is not enough
You demand reasons
for the way I am
Apology is not
a peace offering
that pleases you
I offer us peace
by biting my tongue
to set us free
Pas Ce Soir
Friday night
the city becomes alive
She touches up her red lips
just in time for the stranger’s arrival
The conversation between them are smooth
gliding over her Persian blue silk blouse
and his flattering compliment
His fingertips casually strike out thermal waves
with each intentional brush of her arm
It’s getting beyond cosy warm there
and his scent smells late night passion
He moves closer and whispers desire in her ear
Confronted by his tempting invitation
she pinches herself hard
leaving a mark on her inner thigh
where wild nights used to overstay
and never had the courtesy to pay her with respect
She remembers all that devastating aftermath
So she leans over and whispers to him
“Pas Ce Soir”
My Best Is Poisonous
love boils down to ordinary minutes and hours it is hard to escape from the mundane of food, sleep and bathroom trips it makes it harder to please you when my cooking always falls short of your mother's the only thing I manage better is baking cakes which turns out to be a slow murder to the diabetic you
Purple Dream
I remember watching you disappeared into the sea of jacaranda last Spring.
You took the ending chapter of our story with you and left me with the blank pages.
Last night, I dreamed of reading by the jacaranda tree. Purple hearts filled the empty pages overflowing like confetti.
In the morning I reached out for the remnant of you. But the Autumn air was cold enough to frost my purple dream.
Our Eyes Meet Again
I search your hollows
For the remnant of me
There's no trace of any fire ever lit
Did your sorrow rain over our love
Or did I take your soul with me
Rain
I see you are still hung up on him
You shed tears on a flooded ground
He is not going with anyone else
He just can't grow old with you
I hate seeing you both drown
Flowers die in endless rain
Shaky ground ends in landslide
Don't let your broken heart filter out the sun
Let the rain be the romantic past
Safekeep for your fated one
Behind Closed Doors
Say all the words
you need
to keep us tied
Silence is
a pair of
scissors
Tangle me
with your love
to keep
the door
ajar
Hatred is
a knot
blackens
the light
Perilous – College Poems
when you are trapped in your maze
keep a smidgen of sensitivity
fathom my fear boiling under the surface
you know my entangled rationale
unfit to guide you to the exit
and your silted decadent
is drowning my brokenness
当你心绪停滞时
是否愿意保留一束敏感
体味我欲动的狂恐
你明知道我纠缠的理智
无法为你拨开心锁
而你内心淤积的颓废
纠将淹没我的破落