Madness

I can describe love
the same way I describe madness.

It's like the feeling
of not quite knowing
if you swallowed the sun
or the sun swallowed you.

Liquor

Miles away
and it seems I can hear your heartbeat.
Your eyes are red and I know why.

I can smell liquor on your breath and
you told me once,
you drink to forget.

Did it work? Did you forget?

I can tell you didn't.
I know you still remember how your heart broke.
I know you still blame me.
I can see the way your voice trembles.

Beat No More

The crew is up and the sails I've set,
The kin, the sib, and the pals I've met.
We shall leave the shore no late,
For there's nothing to say and nothing to wait.

I know there would be storms amidst,
The masts are sturdy to deal the risks.
The sails are even strong and stiff,
So no more but and no more ifs.

Well it might even go astray,
Or it might take up a longer way.
Then I shall find some different lands,
And all the fruits of different sands.

And if the anchor drops on the shore,
The one I dream, the one I adore.
To my heart I would beg for sure,
I've lived my life, you beat no more.
I've lived my life, you beat no more.


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Light

I've been trying to sleep for a while,
a long time now.
But the darkness
after I close my eyes
starts eating.

Why did you promise to be my light?

Why did I stand watching
when you were fading away?

But then, it's a candle's destiny
to melt
into darkness
From emptiness
to eternity.


I: Grandpa
[ May 1934 - August 2011 ]

My Inspirations

Inspiration, for me,
Could be found anywhere.

A song playing on the radio,
Conversation with a friend
A stranger's smile
Scene on a movie screen
A memory
Pages in a book,

Sometimes it is,
A random thought that makes its way into my head..

While I wish I could say I have lived all my words,
A great number of them are simply born out of inspiration.


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Once

Amid-st the crowd, she seeks solitude
When alone, she craves for company
Living each moment, in a hope to die,
Dying each day, she wishes to live
just once..

She smiled, everyday,
wished, it stays forever
And it did.
Amid the river of scarlet running from her wrist,
she was still smiling.

To her, the dark clouds vanished
and gave way to bliss
while the blood drops
sang her lullaby..


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Not another cliché

I'd go days, sometimes weeks
without hearing from her..
She was bright, not cliched
like a lot of women her age.

She had an army of broken hearts behind her
seeking her help, and waiting for answers..
So while I was waiting for replies and returned calls,
she was busy fixing hearts and mending minds.

I wonder who SHE went to,
when she was in need.
Half the time I wanted to talk to her,
was just to see if she was okay.


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