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you are burnt paper meant to be left to fly away—
as dust. as memories to be forgotten. as once upon a time.
whether or not i could weather the painful decisions
i’ve inflicted upon my sensitive nature, there is no other choice.
i was left with no other choice.
you are the ever relentless wind amongst the storm—
of countless troubles and wistful impossibilities.
I will tire from thinking of you. I will tire of wishing for you.
someday, I will be rid of you. someday, I will forget you.


I bet she regrets it now.
I bet she sleeps at night
pillow in a tight grip,
remembering that night.

Over and over again, she says.

Just to remember how it felt,
just to remember why to forget.

How life seems so spontaneous,
how it always seems to find its way.
Could it be fate just wanted to let her know—
that she can’t always plan what happens that day.

So when lips crashed, feelings soared,
only for one it seems, it can’t be ignored.
He’s not into taking risks, not into her,
not into giving up the past with another.

So she’d lie awake on her bed,
pillow in a tight grip, remembering,
in need of forgetting—
that one night of nothing.


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09Feb12

[Mature content] She tiredly rested her head on the crook of his shoulder and shook her head. What exactly just happened?


Coax

05Nov11

[Mature content]Yes.” Her voice soft and inviting, her brown eyes reflected an innocent need for something that only he could satiate.


I.

She let herself grow
with roots beneath soil
that is old and worn
and sunset-dazed—

with endless gestalts
and make-believe fairytales.

II.

I seem to say those words to a wall.
It just echoes what I say, so empty.

My eyes slanted, small as they are,
see right through the depths of every word.
Every soul misheard.

In walls that are tainted with mistakes.

III.

Never be saved even when craved for.
Wave for. Once more. In tiresome, tiresome pores.

Hello and goodbye once more.

IV.

Incandescence filled anomalities
Engaged amidst raven locks
Within notes of auburn pleas.

V.

Hush hush hush.

There’re wires and chains encircled around the confines of these images and words. Screens with wide angles that only shows graying grains and the incomplete information just bouncing off my brain—

It’s not enough.

Clashing of Part A to Part B without knowing what the middle could be, just looking for that missing piece.

Shh…

Your hold is too tight and my head became light and I wish to open these real eyes to realize real lies.

Breathe. Give me some breathing ground.

You’re resting on the top pedestal with puppet strings on arms that seek to push those buttons to hear those words that are muffled by tape and fingers that seek silence.

Empty.

Truth that is not shown is never known.

And this internal youth is never ending when photographs are broken tendrils that consist of memories that never existed when lifted from gazes that yearn for knowledge.

And when your body has aged—
And your soul is caged—
Your lips tightly sealed and eyes closed shut—we require parental guidance.

We are held and deprived of knowledge.

And we settle for less because most never attest to what was said by the government.


And there was this girl with no name.
Her eyes told her lies and her lips have become her fame.
She walked through the city streets with her dreams latched upon her head’s silky strands and with no notice
cut it off with her scissor-like hands.
The cobble stones of the ground she stepped on created noise she never felt before
vibrations with no sounds continued to pound on her soul and without a word
she sang with her eyes closed and she called it truth.

And there was this story about this boy
he said all the right things with the right feeling
but he never came close into making everyone believe he was a human being.
He raised his hands and touched the sky and couldn’t make out what was in his mind.
He was real, he was moving, but he had already stopped breathing.
So as he neared the ground, he gave the sky one last glance.
He felt the pain and he finally believed he had a soul worth saving.