Archive for May, 2013

In Appreciation, I write, not in remorse.

To and for a time so timeless,

Sentences, scattered in structure, disrupted in its sense of sense, yet humbled by the feeling that triggered the urge to write in the first place.

I write,

Till I’m drained empty.

Till the words squeeze into sour juices of meanings.

I write and write,

Till the heaviness is gone, shedding layers of me within layers of paper, squirting blue ink of my royal blood from a loaded pen… That still drips

And I still write,

Dispersed letters, grouped only to be distorted upon a thought, that reforms then dissolves…

Into canals of clogged memory lanes, superimposing timelines from different times.

And the pen still drips,

What lips failed to speak, of the relics a crippled heart keeps…

Onto papers,

That never really existed.

Void meets vortex

Posted: May 14, 2013 in Emotions, Life, Love, words, writing
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Eyes of poignant black,

Cross over,

Where every meeting point is a turning point,
Chasing one another, in a sclera of watery white
Black halos,  searching into the depth of another
For something, anything …
A glimpse meets a stare;
Soon interrupted by a sweep of curving lashes,
avoiding the former, disappointing the latter…
Eyes of poignant black;
A void meets a vortex,
Sucked into one another
Exchanging more than just looks.
Eyes of poignant black,
Trapped into a gaze,
Mesmerized
As they speak
What words failed to behold.

 

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My Easter Eggs: Kenny and Eric from South Park

One, two, three, four…

The beat echos in the emptiness of herself.

One, two, three, four…

An arid breath flows into her. She glides through…

Eyes closed, hands in the correct posture; she embraces the vacancy between her arms.

She swings, gripping the emptiness that flows between her fingers. Her steps slide, a lock step. She sways, an inside turn, an outside turn… She drags herself, a walk.

One, two, three, four…

A Chasse.

One, two, three, four…

Dos-a-dos.

One, two, three, four…

The air whirls as she moves. Memories flash…

She swirls, and  loses herself between what was and what could be.

She floats upon the emptiness she holds close, only to drown into it.

One, two, three, four…

The pace slows down.

One, two, three, four…

She melts. The air she has molded into a dear significant is slowly vaporized, leaving mists of remembrance to dry on her cheeks.

“Saw your beauty and I kept in mind
Imagine your smell and touch
Imagine all of us”