It was the nostalgic flavours of the first bite that made her close her yes. She had found herself a gloomy cumilous in a peach dress, barefooted on the farm's wet red soil. It was the one memory that weighed on her mind. She felt the trickle down her cheek. Then another. She lowered her head as the emotion flooded her face. She opened her eyes to see her toes buried in the crimson mud that seemed to come from somewhere between her legs. She could almost feel the pain, again. She saw the flash, the thunder startled her. She looked up and realized she was was eating an apple in the rain. She smiled...
She stretched her arm to offer the apple to him. While looking into his eyes, waiting to see if he would accept it. Be willing to share it with her. He reached over and covered her hand with both his and took the apple from her...
At any other time, he wouldn't have noticed her. This stranger across the room. But it was her infectious laughter. The way she threw her head back in the midst of mirth. He couldn't help but notice her. Found himself drawn to her.
Today, yet under a different kind of cloud. She looks at him and wipes the drops of rain from his face. He wonders. If she knows that she is the apple of his eye... Still
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
say it now!
so there i was
gun on my head
had to think quick
and take my mind off the piss
dripping down my right leg
unsavoury liquid dripping down my nose
into my mouth
really, there i was
trying to decide
what to do
what to say
and i figured
fuck it
i am going to let it go this time...
gun on my head
had to think quick
and take my mind off the piss
dripping down my right leg
unsavoury liquid dripping down my nose
into my mouth
really, there i was
trying to decide
what to do
what to say
and i figured
fuck it
i am going to let it go this time...
Monday, June 27, 2011
dancing
dancing
swaying my heavy body to the hypnotic beat
takes me to a far away land
reminds me of a time
when i dared to dream
dared to remember the cause
the plan
the goal
moving
to the sound of music in my head
the endless song
playing in my mind's ear
i wondered if,
you heard it
i am hoping that,
you'll like it
that it'll steal you
give you a peek into another world
another time
where
the plan
the goal
all intertwine
and give birth
to a beautiful melody
of time with me and you
swaying my heavy body to the hypnotic beat
takes me to a far away land
reminds me of a time
when i dared to dream
dared to remember the cause
the plan
the goal
moving
to the sound of music in my head
the endless song
playing in my mind's ear
i wondered if,
you heard it
i am hoping that,
you'll like it
that it'll steal you
give you a peek into another world
another time
where
the plan
the goal
all intertwine
and give birth
to a beautiful melody
of time with me and you
Friday, June 10, 2011
birthing you
oh there was a time
when i was afraid
when i had reservations
about the harm i'd do to you.
what did i know?
what do i know about preparing a soul for the world?
but here you are
my beautiful flower...
i wouldn't have done it any other way
other than what we are doing now.
the more i learn about you,
the more i discover me.
sure, it's not all rosy and pink fluff
but who wants that?
i relish the drama
the disappointment
the rush of joy when i get it all right sometimes
all the emotion
the anticipation
reminds me that i am alive
that you are still breathing.
sharing my body with you for 38 weeks, is definitely
something i would do all over again...
when i was afraid
when i had reservations
about the harm i'd do to you.
what did i know?
what do i know about preparing a soul for the world?
but here you are
my beautiful flower...
i wouldn't have done it any other way
other than what we are doing now.
the more i learn about you,
the more i discover me.
sure, it's not all rosy and pink fluff
but who wants that?
i relish the drama
the disappointment
the rush of joy when i get it all right sometimes
all the emotion
the anticipation
reminds me that i am alive
that you are still breathing.
sharing my body with you for 38 weeks, is definitely
something i would do all over again...
Monday, May 23, 2011
song in my head
it's gotta be Norah Jones' 'The Story' from that crappy movie called 'blueberry nights'
love that song
dig any piece of music with a decent keys and bass line..
gets me going
oh let me not start
have had that song on repeat for endlessly now...
love that song
dig any piece of music with a decent keys and bass line..
gets me going
oh let me not start
have had that song on repeat for endlessly now...
all this activity
well, it seems kinda busy lately
phone hasn't stop buzzing for days now
because i won't let it
endless chitchatting with strangers
what is it about all this activity
that has a person all gung-ho
information overload, i can barely keep up
phone hasn't stop buzzing for days now
because i won't let it
endless chitchatting with strangers
what is it about all this activity
that has a person all gung-ho
information overload, i can barely keep up
Thursday, April 28, 2011
child gone
my dear darling,
it still feels like yesterday when i could touch, see and talk to you.
now all i have are memories of a time when i was also young and impressionable, a time i didn't realise that i would have to recall just to keep you alive. i mistakenly assumed we'd be around each other much longer than the 19 years you were alive.
i watch as time passes by and the intensity of the pain just doesn't seem to be subsiding. instead, i find i am stuck wondering.... holding on...
your loss has left me speechless, still... pain used to be a source of inspiration, a space that allowed me to wallow and write with a flow that happy never seems to bring... but now, silence seems best. this kind of pain wants me to sit down and listen to it... threatens to paralyse me when i least expect it... how can i draw inspiration from that?
pain and loss now have a new name in my head - they are permanent reminders of you... i have gained new respect for them..
still, the thought of you is a mixture of nostalgia with a dash of tearful reminiscing...
it still feels like yesterday when i could touch, see and talk to you.
now all i have are memories of a time when i was also young and impressionable, a time i didn't realise that i would have to recall just to keep you alive. i mistakenly assumed we'd be around each other much longer than the 19 years you were alive.
i watch as time passes by and the intensity of the pain just doesn't seem to be subsiding. instead, i find i am stuck wondering.... holding on...
your loss has left me speechless, still... pain used to be a source of inspiration, a space that allowed me to wallow and write with a flow that happy never seems to bring... but now, silence seems best. this kind of pain wants me to sit down and listen to it... threatens to paralyse me when i least expect it... how can i draw inspiration from that?
pain and loss now have a new name in my head - they are permanent reminders of you... i have gained new respect for them..
still, the thought of you is a mixture of nostalgia with a dash of tearful reminiscing...
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