is this goodbye?

27 January 2006

It is never easy to say goodbye
Especially when the end is not really an end.
Like when someone walking beside you
Disappears in the infinity of a split second.
Or when the end looks not at all like an end
But a beginning masquerading as one.

It is never easy to say goodbye
When the end is long in coming
And at the same time abrupt,
Taking you along for a ride and leaving
While you pause to catch your breath.

These ends – they come masked in deception
And when you are most sure they’re not yet come,
They spring their trap, and then
You find it hard to say goodye

And harder even to move on.


like a stone

27 January 2006

to make up for yesterday’s silence:

I cannot feel
the earth’s grief anymore.
The shadows in my life
are far blacker
than the angry storm clouds.
The tears I shed
in the refuge of my solitude
have long gone cold,
colder even than
the rivulets of rainwater
which sluice through my skin.
Even the cries of the countless
years of suffering
that echo through time
in the howling wind
fail to move me.
Thus, I will make as a rock
and weather a thousand rains
until hopefully, the rain
will weather me,
and I shall feel again.


when it rains

25 January 2006

The rain swoops down,
Descending in all whiteness and wetness,
Embracing the land in a steamy mist.
Incessantly pounding,
It seeks every little crack and crevice
To fill with its vibrant life.
Now slowing, and now hurrying,
But always, always, always falling
Until earth in ecstasy gives up the ghost.

Points to Ponder: Is the poem about sex?


title postponed

24 January 2006

The stones are silent.
They glisten with crimson sweat,
muted testimony to what
they could not see.
The stones feel the weight.
Maybe they shook with the dull thud
that came with its fall.
Yet still, they are silent,
not yielding the secret
which was not entrusted to them.

Title: Murder on the Cobbled Pavement

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dust in the wind

23 January 2006

It’s still seven in the morning, and cold.
The sunlight filters in through the windows,
basking the room in a honey glow.
In this beam, or that,
Dust motes gambol in midair
Riding the tide of their life
As unconsciously as we do ours.
Then the wind shifts, or dies
Taking with it a hundred thousand lives.
All that will be left of that grand ballet
Is a couple of thousand dust motes
Lying on the tabletop.


bloodlust

22 January 2006

no it’s not a poem
unless you write it with your blood
and stain it with your tears
it’s not a poem
unless you hear your heart beating
and feel your soul flowing
in the rhythm of your words.


frontier

22 January 2006

You walk the border
of night and death.
Wavering, always wavering.
Your mind wandering
and maybe staring
or maybe falling
into a dark cesspool
of your own pain.
Anguish, grief, and despair
stare back.
Yet there is no one
to save you.


night

21 January 2006

I walked the streets of night
And I realized
What is the pain of a thousand bleeding hearts?
But another constellation winking out.
What are the tears of a thousand hurting souls?
But a drop in the vast ocean.
When we learn to let our hearts
Beat as one,
Anguish, and despair
Will be just as a gust of wind
On a dark lonely night.


20 January 2006

heaven’s heavy tears
are cold.


tired

20 January 2006

I’m tired of waiting
The dark does not lend itself to patience.
I’m sick of waiting
Ice does not lend itself to patience.
I’m through with waiting.

If you want, you’ll have to catch up with me.


echoes

20 January 2006

Perhaps that is all it is –
a sigh, suspended in time.
And yet, something resonates
A murmur, a rush of voices:
From the past? Could be
From the present? May be
From the future? Might be.
Reminding me.


there she goes again

19 January 2006

see luna waltzing round your eyes
not heeding gaea’s feeble cries
not heeding sol’s insistent might
unmindful of her siblings’ plight

see luna waltzing round your eyes
oblivious to how chronos flies
oblivious to

*this is just a draft.. someone help me finish it! thanks!*


the best blonde joke ever

19 January 2006

I don’t think this is literature in the literature sense but heck, it’s kewl. Check out the Best Blonde Joke Ever. Enjoy.


alarmed

19 January 2006

There will be no sleep yet
The network has no name
My firewall’s blocking everything
And now it’s spoiled the game

Vypress sounds an error
My computer has timed out
I check the network neighborhood
And guess what I found out

The net has split, the server’s down
All my IMs are delayed
Messenger keeps signing out
Now I regret I ever played


jason 1

18 January 2006

Move, move, move… worm

It’s all clockwork,

Rules, routines, and

cycle

Move before, move after

Move then, move now,

but always move… larvae

Then…

After…

Move again to fly.

I just had to share this. It’s by bestfriend Jason.


gone

18 January 2006

You were ripples
Spreading in a pond
In an instant gone
Borne away on the wings
of an errant whisper.

Indeed
You were water
Slipping through my fingers
In an instant gone
Leaving only an empty hand
And perhaps,

An errant whisper.


damascus

17 January 2006

Stab me,

if you will,

A thousand times –

I gave my heart

to be broken

Just see the pieces

with wistful eyes

Remembering what we shared

Not forgetting

that in that heart

was that part of yours

You bared.


sorrow

16 January 2006

No words can broach this

Silence

Nor desperate plea

Implore

You to soften your heart for me

And to reach out more.

This is not the way I want things,

I want to have you back.

Whatever circumstances the future brings

Seems all fucked up and black.


liar

16 January 2006

First, you told me that I’d

Understand if I listened

Closely to what you were saying,

Keeping your words in my heart

Yet here I am, groping about

Outside with no way in.

Unremembered, unforgiving

!


paper cut

16 January 2006

Papercut hurts

Almost like your heart breaking.

It’s giving without taking.

Pain with nothing to gain,

Except maybe a fine line

Just the faintest sign

Of a wound that will not heal

And a heart that cannot feel.