March 2012
29 posts
February 2012
32 posts
“
i feel like poison.
deep rooted in your heart
climbing into your heart
traversing through arteries
inching sweet seduction
until it becomes
unforgettable
and an ache remains.
there must be a way
to purge me
“
the more i get to know him,
the more mysterious he becomes,
the more my curiosities linger
and
the more i want him
and
the more contagious his laugh becomes
and
the more i smile foolishly
and
the more i sigh,
so foolishly enraptured by a chimera
“I start to smile rather foolishly
when i think of you,
and i can’t help, help myself
but smile this wide smile.” —
when i think of you,
and i can’t help, help myself
but smile this wide smile.” —
“I walk the streets
when the lights begin to sleep,
coz in the silence
i find solace and
this heart learns to breathe” —
when the lights begin to sleep,
coz in the silence
i find solace and
this heart learns to breathe” —
“I want to be the only drug
you are addicted to,
let me fill you with intoxication
that never subsides.
let me be,
your drug
only drug
for you to reach that zenith
that rests somewhere between
your temple and my breath” —
you are addicted to,
let me fill you with intoxication
that never subsides.
let me be,
your drug
only drug
for you to reach that zenith
that rests somewhere between
your temple and my breath” —
“
I want to smile for no reason
and I have every reason to.
But why does my heart cringe
at that notion?
it subdues me instead
whispering sly passions.
I want to love! brazenly!
why does it cower?
it has nothing to lose
and it has every reason to.
perhaps, you’ll smile for me?
it’ll lighten my heart
that is my only wish
“wake me up
when the rainbow decides
to emerge from darkness” —
when the rainbow decides
to emerge from darkness” —
“i get scared of my shadow sometimes
it follows me or jumps ahead,
playing with my head and jolting me
from my reveries, as i walk in the rain
and brings my awareness to it,
coz my shadow tells me
that it misses me sometimes.” —
it follows me or jumps ahead,
playing with my head and jolting me
from my reveries, as i walk in the rain
and brings my awareness to it,
coz my shadow tells me
that it misses me sometimes.” —
The Forgotten Art
I strangely miss turning in written papers. Makes me wonder when will i ever use my cursive except to write for myself?…so much for penmanship.
“I had 8 hearts this morning and then somewhere along the way, i lost one… i should add, if you find that heart, just know that it was made with much care and adoration.”
Exciting new project in the works! That ^ was a sneak peek =].
“
Drag me out—
so that i don’t
sigh all over the place
which have been littered
all over my floor, landing
upon each paper—skeleton,
a conjoining of the ethereal
with the unreal.
and they started sighing too
with my dejected weight
dripping all over them
“my floor is littered with paper skeletons
of things that i wished to life
but lost my creation someway through.” —
of things that i wished to life
but lost my creation someway through.” —
