Tulips In A Storm

And who will fight for you

2011-10-16T07:15:00.000-07:00

And who will fight for your piece of solitude?

That precious territory, now scarred

Tainted

With unnecessary neon signboards

S C R E A M I N G

for attention/pity/decadence/sex

And it didn't used to be this way

You remember the contentment

of tracing

your little footsteps to

where you were from.

The blissful ignorance that came with the breeze

And the silence wafting through the air

I saw your eyes that day

They were pregnant with anxiety

Oh, how I wish I could help

Reach out, touch your cheek,

listen to you

but you will utter the same lines

Over and

Over

Why did I let them in?

And now, who will fight for me?

Lacuna (draft 1)

2009-08-18T10:28:00.000-07:00

I'm penning all these down before I forget. And I forget all too easily.

Do tell me if it's foolish
to look at your heaving chest
and imagine that your breath sustains a dream
of long walks on the beach
and cuddles in the bed
Who are you to torment me
by taking over my rationality in
the most unpredictable manner?
Maybe
you don't even know
just how every crease of the sheets
retains that little bit of you
and I envy it because
it carries you the way I can't possibly do
I reach a hand out from the
side of my bed to you
imagining that it touches yours
and I draw my devotion
in the air
hoping you would catch it
in your slumber
It is a long stare upwards at the ceiling
and the clock doesn't agree with time
You stir slightly and your eyes
rotate behind the closed lids
At one point
we will both awake and I'll finally realise
the territories of your heart
is like a boondock
that will not allow my affections to bear fruit
I will return to where it began
and retrace the path I took
before our footsteps overlapped
and went in completely different directions again
Maybe I can choose to retract my hand
and make my devotion dissipitate
I can fill this void with expensive things
and laugh about it with my words
but you will remain as a lacuna
in my past
sweet and unresolved, like a bitter aftertaste
and I will be that distant face
stowed away in a dusty corner
of your mind
even as I foolishly yearn to be the roof
the beam of support
for your dreams.

Bride

2009-05-08T08:02:00.000-07:00

The blood-speckled
veil
lands at the hands
of the groom
whose feet,
raging with
indignation
demand that his pair of hands
cast
the veil like
an afterthought
to the back of his head
so that his lips
may spew venom
and his eyes
may cry deceit

Dancing to forget

2008-08-24T04:44:00.000-07:00

Passing around a dash

of defiance;

of quick decadence,

to the next pair of feet;

tapping,

twirling,

trampling on

some last minute

Sanities.

The floors light up,

cradling every

inch of movement

so the spectres don’t last.

They’re huddled together

like darkness

peeled open;

flaps of unknown

Skin,

soaked in willful

Thrill.

Call this sexy

or call this porn

but they’ll bring it all the

way around by calling it

A r t.

So they packaged it,

selling it to anyone

and everyone

who has forgotten

what it’s like

Forget.

Leaving the Rotund

2007-11-30T18:11:00.001-08:00

The breasts,

they sag

from gravity,

slumped across

the pallid tundra,

comforting

the lone nevus.

They silently

protest

against the

foreign fingers

that could not feel

the grief

of the loose folds

of skin.

They are sad

Very sad -

even though their

dark heads are

bowed low

in humble glory,

basking in praises,

as they hover above

the strangers

they hadn’t met.

Be still

2007-07-20T19:14:00.001-07:00

and wonder if we knew?

Why Sleuths are bored

2007-06-26T07:05:00.000-07:00

Little did we know,
shadows had been
unpolluted,
pristine specters,
until they crossed the sinister alleys
in a writer's mind,
burgeoning
with his own diabolical plot -

Of decrepit fingers reaching
out
to lone, unsuspecting ladies
who, just seconds ago,
felt their skins crawl, and their
spines tingle.
Of course, they showed no haste.
Calm and
Steady,
brushing the sensations aside as
silly little waves of
paranoia.

They'd soon find out,
(much to their chagrin)
that it was no wind chill,
as they're once again,
reduced to the lifeless
heap of mess
lying just inches away from the streetlight,
between pages 16 and 17.

For Another You (Final Version)

2007-06-11T05:00:00.000-07:00

Every secret and moment shared

had been betrayed as

your eyes caught his wandering

arms around the other woman's

waist - the same arms

that would gently embrace

you while you slept.

The same eyes that once spoke truth

were now staring into someone else's.

True, there had been some warning signs

along the way.

He had casually let words

perform their daily executions.

But you thought (and hoped),

things would change for the better.

But now...

You felt the rage

slowly consuming you,

like the way a piece of paper

would dissipate when

held over flames.

You could almost feel

the contortions of your insides,

as though they're part of the

performance in a diabolical

version of cirque du soleil.

You hid yourself away for months

and prayed to emerge like a butterfly

from a cocoon.

But you never did.

On nights when it got unbearably cold

and lonely,

you'd take walks by the beach

and enjoy the sensation of the sands

between your toes,

and wondering how it would

feel like

to be smothered

by them.

The Walk (Final Version)

2007-06-11T04:58:00.000-07:00

The faltering heartbeat

of two trespassers pierced

through the air

as they let their footsteps

fall gently on the ground.

It seemed surreal.

The vines had been awakened

by the intrusive rays,

permeating through the hollow crevices.

The path was illuminated,

not just by light. Every

ounce of minuscule crittery conversation

and every splash of a petal's brilliance

converged into a sight that

Eden would have been proud of.

“Such beauty.” they whispered, careful not to

let their voices corrupt

this tranquility.

Careful, always so

Careful.

They dug into their bags.

Cameras poised and ready to etch

the still on flimsy celluloid.

Clicks and flashes. Flashes and clicks.

Angles. Composition. Color.

They cocked their heads

and strained their arms

till the sky released its grief

in a torrent of fat droplets.

Roof Tiling (Inspired by David Firth)

2007-04-15T15:54:00.000-07:00

'The roof tiles need fixin'.' said the man.
With his drool rolling off his mouth,
he grabs the tools and stumbles
up that damned flight of stairs.
He vaguely remembers the
headless corpse in the bathroom.
'Was it the postman?' He thought.
But ah, the postman was
old news. 'The milkman, most certainly'

Wonderful view it is.
The stars blinked at him. Oh,
and his old friend, the crow
had come to visit again - perched
on the chimney, staring with its
inquisitive eyes.
'You saw it didn't you?'
The crow opened its beak and let
out a thick river of tar.
'Look what you've done to the tiles.
Shoo!'
It cackled and mocked at him.
'Martha's found the foot in the garden.
She's telling on you.'

The man left the bag of tiles on the roof.
Tiling would have to wait (yet again),
as he crept down the stairs
and made his way to the still-sleeping Martha.

Bare

2007-04-10T20:40:00.000-07:00

Bare it all for me.

One line

2007-03-27T22:18:00.000-07:00

Tears
are no more precipitates of pain than they are fissures on the soul.

Locking

2007-03-25T21:10:00.001-07:00

What enthralls you
so much
that your lips
should refuse to leave
the confines
of my soul?

walled

2007-03-22T20:02:00.000-07:00

even rainbows of a thousand colors
could never touch the shadows
you left behind

For another you

2007-03-22T07:54:00.001-07:00

There is no room for you here.
Literally.
Disgusting - that is what you feel.
You peer into the mirror daily
and find only hate.
You pin up posters
of skeletal daffodils with hair
and ate leaves for weeks.

Still, you feel like a whale.

So you lead that stubby finger
into your mouth
and you retched till you're
blue in the face,
day in and out.
And for months,
you refused to stop, not
till you're small enough
to please their small
minds, which, by the way,
have once again, grown
smaller.

Elegy

2007-03-21T16:14:00.001-07:00

Lifeless bones, sleep now, be quiet and hear

this rhapsody escaping through the pores

of parched skin. Sealed within this mere veneer

was once brilliance, now wrecked and void of force.

Her eyes, they poured forth floods of rectitude.

Now sunken, dulled with infinite ennui,

they're blind and reek of vulgar lassitude.

Perhaps darkness disdains veracity.

How well the rain traces her resting place.

The earth bears testament to her presence.

Those obstinate leaves cling to that pale face,

now found on flyers of missing persons -

the same paper used to silence her screams,

before he waved the axe and killed her dreams.

Random

2007-02-22T12:48:00.001-08:00

Hands stray everyday
to the furthest ends of the world
if they may
talcum-soaked & sold
to glove-makers
who fuss the unnecessary talons

Say...what?

2007-02-12T10:33:00.000-08:00

Move those lips
Speak those words
Again...and again
Say...what?

'You know,
the sun rises in the east
for sure
but maybe, just maybe
you can try the west
They've cotton candies there
It might even rain chocolates!'

Say...what?

Do you even understand
Yourself?
You think you can work those
lies
But they can't work past
my eyes.
Your fingers betray you
They dance around like
guilty
stringed-puppets.

So, dear
Puppet Master,
Drop
The
Act

And shut up.

Morning Class

2007-02-12T10:32:00.000-08:00

The lines twist & turn

Burdened with branches

Settling smugly on

wood, concealing years

of scribblings, and more

Those grits of gold pour

in, with wind's whispers,

Sashaying softly

Tracing crevices

and leaving shadows.

His voice, vaulting the

heads, like a lion

Slicing swiftly through

air, intruding on

fantasies at morn'

These fingers frolic,

indulging in their

dance, defying the

orbs surveying through

glasses that twinkle

This mind maims the will

Drifting, dodging an

army of arrows

but, it will slowly

subvert the body

A boy bent over

his books, bowed like an

oak tree. Oblivious,

to stares aplenty

He's out and gone cold.

a walk

2007-01-20T19:11:00.000-08:00

the intrusive rays awaken the senses
to which the serpents intuitively cling to,
stubbornly extending their grips onto stale
wood, stippled and worn
through the flogging of rancid
rain and snow

the air barely filched
against the faltering heartbeat
of two trespassers
laden with their inquisitive third-eye's
poised to etch the eery still on what would
have been flimsy cellulose

the moment glid through
a myriad of mind-boggling jargon
and was forcefully embraced by the dark & solitary object
quietly, unassumingly
the crossover of the silent entity
onto stark blankness
...till the ripples could form a wave

and the wave patiently washes over
a spin of vanishing thoughts

the writer sees
and her words
they slice through the fibres of truth

The undesirables

2006-10-19T04:44:00.000-07:00

Drone of the melancholic
Do kickstart the lull of the day
Let your decrepit fingers circle
The unfathomable abyss

Sway of the blasphemer
Poison that worldly tongue of yours
Serenade the wise with their stakes
In a game of obtuse charades

Lure of the nefarious
Hasten the drift, flog the weary
Denounce the eyes of innocence
As they're purified in dense flames

Kiss of the pariah
Embrace the abandoned stab wounds
Etch the love on a cynic's wan back
Till he bleeds a permanent scar

Dance of the falsifiers
Weave your condescending fabric
Delight in their wide-eyed naivety
For they drown in the floods of half-truth's

Flight of the insane
The grounded are locked in their cages
Seek to free the far-fetched fantasies
From those who wave their callous whips

oh! do desire the undesirables

seasons

2006-09-25T08:18:00.000-07:00

All that glitters is not gold
Even the sun keels over in despair
And weave an air of desolation
Amongst the wearied ones

Challenge the skies to pour
For it sprinkles too little of truth
And counts for near nothing
Till we could dance around the ironies

Run your fingers through the shadows
Without tracing the cracks on the wall
What have we left
But the skin and bones we came in

Look for the rhythm of the wind's rhapsody
Hum along and be forgotten
Like the leaves that swirl in red flames
To be trampled along men's way

Sweet Angel

2006-09-23T05:12:00.000-07:00

The crimson tears, they stain
The white roses of yesteryear
Chain of broken scarlet beads
Piercing the dead silence
I welcome thee
Whose touch I await
In rapture no less

Behold
The sweet angel’s face
Celebrating my every breath
My soul sings unto her
She smiles
Shine of a million stars
Her whisper as gentle as the morning dew
Clearly she beckons
A promise of eternity

I reached out for a touch of her brilliance
But fell into an eternal abyss
Darkness enveloping my whole being
I cried
Looking to my sweet deliverer

And still she smiles

Lovers

2006-09-23T05:09:00.001-07:00

Fingers entwined

Locked in forbidden secrets

My unspoken love

Bruised

2006-09-23T05:09:00.000-07:00

What is a bruise
But that which contains your hidden regrets
Deepest hurt
Broken promises
Lies
And more lies

Bruised and battered we all have
By the unworthy
But it is for the unworthy
That we have given our love

At the end of the agony
When your heart mends
Awaiting for the worthy
There he is
In all his glory
A sinister knife in hand
He plunged it in

Once again,
You’re torn apart

Razor (Haiku)

2006-09-23T05:08:00.000-07:00

Teeth to skin

Blurring of physical territory

The unmistakable pain

Warning to men (Haiku)

2006-09-23T05:07:00.000-07:00

Eyes may roam
Even perched on her bossom
But leave, I will

Warning to girls

2006-09-23T05:04:00.000-07:00

He may seem right now
But dear little girl
Pray that when passion's granted and done with
No cigarette is lit
And no ashes will burn your heart

For Women (Long Haiku)

2006-09-23T05:03:00.000-07:00

Women

Their bodies ravaged
Trodden on like wildflowers
Destitute of love

Women

To be mere puppets
To dance, pose, in every way
Tears go unnoticed

Women

Mocked, taunted, and made
Smaller than anything else
What could be far worse?

Women

Believe we can change
That we are not destined to
Be men's fancy toys

Women

Try to understand
Respect will not be given
Until it is claimed

Rain

2006-09-23T05:02:00.000-07:00

雨

降りしきる

彼我まだ立てる

居もしない

雨だれも

彼我を焦がれる

彼はどう？

XXX
Rain

A downpoar
She still stands
Invisible

The raindrops, too
Yearns for her
What about him?

Silent Tragedy

2006-09-23T05:01:00.000-07:00

I say:

A glimmer of you
Peeks through the glorified dust
Your soul,
From the forced slit your lips carries
I weep for such obsession
You refuse to find your way out
Of all the insanity
And you pray not
Not till everyone's pleased

You say:

No
It is not a choice of mine
I must carry on with the masquerade
To twirl amongst the powerful
Breed hatred in women's hearts
Have adoring eyes perched upon me
Comparisons will be quelled
Soon, she will be forgotten
And I will become her

I say:

Love you, they may
But when the jewel has lost its shine
It will be left to the dirt
Just as when the time is up
Their applause will fade
And you, banished to a distant memory
Your crown will be stolen
By yet, another you
What then?

You say:

I find it hard
To believe words that escape from malicious lips
And borne out of a spiteful heart
Words are cheap
Coming from someone who's not yet enjoyed
A single ounce of my glory
The crown is but a thing
Matters not if it's stolen
For I am the crown

I say:

A slave cannot ignore his chains
Neither can he rejoice in it
You, however, celebrate your slavery
With pretty tresses and smiles
Oblivious to bondage
Perfection
You constantly crave for it
The mask you're crucified to
Snuffs out your being

You say:

My "mask", if you insist, is my being
With my being lies my soul
And my soul finds it's worth
In knowing that men yearn for a touch of my skin
And women, eager to protect their men
The mask that you perceive and I are one
None can find existence without the other
Neither can be satisfied
Till it has conquered every heart

November Rain

2006-09-23T04:58:00.000-07:00

Oh don’t they know
How it rained the whole of November
Every single day

It rained
On the day two lonely hearts collide
Away from the shield of their umbrellas
They embraced the cold shower
Hand in hand
They danced away the cruel weather
Huddled together for warmth
Before he lit the flame
And slipped his gift
Into her dainty hands

It rained
When lovers’ final pledge was made
They bind their hearts while
Joyous tears streak her angelic face
Their lives finally intertwined
They swore their lives to each other
And let the rain be their witness
For it shall only be quenched
On the day their hearts no longer beat
For the other

It rained
Like it never did before
The moment he kissed her frozen lips
And caressed her lifeless face
Tears mired with pain
The rain refused to subside
Only to taunt him and remind him
That they both lost
The final goodbye
Left him cold & withered

It rained
Because he saw her face
Again, one too many times
The sheets overwhelm him with her scent
There’s no escape
From the memories and the bitterness
He vexed himself over this:
There’s no denying
She was taken on the last day
In cold November rain

Oh don’t they know
How it rained the whole of November
Every single day

Outcast

2006-09-23T04:52:00.000-07:00

He traverses the damned lonely streets
With his hood pulled low
Hands stained with his deeds
Deep in his pockets
He turns away from the light
For the truth blinds him
His gums bleed from the addiction
That none could save him from
The heart beats for an answer
Yet the head knows full well
The world stopped loving him
Long ago

My favourite drug

2006-09-23T03:53:00.000-07:00

I retreat to my corner
And mark the times
When you're the favourite drug
That I couldn't get over

Pure vitriol coursed through me
The insipid being was sustained
More is craved
Yet no more you can offer

So now the soul's languid
And the body is limp
I rattled and shook
Desperate for one more dose

Yet despite all this
The macabre slit still remains plastered
For I bear the scars
Of your desired poison

You're still my favourite drug
-The addict

空等

2006-09-23T03:52:00.000-07:00

无缘的守候
划破了尘嚣寂静
思念霓虹般地染红了
空荡无人的街角
泪水渗透进
残缺无暇的日记
等待时间残酷地改写
记忆零碎地撒在
缠绵的草原
攀登束缚的悬崖
试图拼凑属于自己的
另一片完美天堂
愿起翼双飞

他始终没回来。

（故事的结果往往都是与理想背道而驰的。）

Unfair deal

2006-09-23T03:34:00.000-07:00

i trade my tears for mascara
just so you do not see
the hurt that spins itself
out of control when you lie
and deceive me

i exchanged my soul for smiles
just so you do not see
the disappointment that rages
a brutal storm when you turned
and left me

i sold my being
just to be the woman you want
none is left of me
when you hold on to the better end
of an unfair deal