tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9964466309588198402011-04-21T21:55:58.081-07:00I walk a dream of realityAutumnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00313414312622681941noreply@blogger.comBlogger881100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-996446630958819840.post-9112576812345842112009-04-05T08:36:00.001-07:002009-04-05T08:36:57.540-07:00

You scrub your handsuntil skin falls offlike red snow flakesbut you cannot stop.You know his eyes will seethe microgerms specklingyour skin like a forbidden tattoo.You wish you can sprinklegold dust in the airand embrace the illusion.But you will not turn backbecause you love him.

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Earth, this is your hourand mineas we lay downour differences and ponderon how we had lived our lives.We lie in darkness, warmagainst each other,knowing how you touchedthe world with your selflessnessand how I shamed myselfwith my selfishness.You await people to redeemyour dignity while I stareat my broken pieces scatteredon the floor, waitingto be pieced and redeemed.----------------------------

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Words crumbled like biscuitin your mouth, plasteringyou with dust that made you sickof yourself. You are readyfor the rope, wishingthey were yellow ribbons instead.

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You moved up the platformbarefooted, hands behind your back,lips cracked, eyes cast down,fishing for a response.With each alphabet you movedcloser to the noose.

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You geared up to touch herwith your existence and waitedlike a lighted matchstickfor its fire to be extinguishedbut your presence was an illusiongone wrong. You fret about the end.

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Your thoughts raced on a trackof doubts like a horse tiedto the starting gate when the startwas never in sight. You packedyour words and warmedthe engine for the journeyhome to finish the gameyou wished to win.

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You scribbled words on paperlike spreading jam on breadand bit the eraser offyour pencil like bitinginto bacon bits. You wishedyou had tea leaves in your coffeeso you could see the hopeyou'll need to butter up the void.

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You filled each free momentsipping her like coffeeand capturing hermovements to savourwhen you are deprivedof her distractions.

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The doodle on the paperstood up to stare at youas you tried to ignorethe kisses of her breathwhen she shifted in her chairat the desk next to yours.

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Crush is playing on the radioas we feel the rush and small talkbecomes mountain climbing.We inch a little closerto the top and rejoicewith each victory, carefulthat a misplaced footwill not send us tumblingback to our hypnotised statewhere the sun is never orange.

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Your laughter was like a roseblooming on a cold winter’s day,bringing memories of songsplaying in your eyes.She pricked a needle in your lipsto test if they sang for herbut the needle brokethe music in her dreams.On your broken turntable,the off pitch love songwas for another.

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He walks in and chargesthe room with his presence,then morph into a chameleonand blends in with the chair.He waitslike an audience in an operafor his starlet to hit the right notebefore he stands in ovation.

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I do not mind that the sky is blueor the sun, a bright orange.I do not mind that we cannot see airor touch the waves of light.I do not mind the power we cannot see,the gravity sucking our feet.I do not mind that you stand close,it feels just so good,just so we can be togetherlike two Mandarin Ducks

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When she thought her game was overher voice hung in hysterialike grey clouds on a stormy day.She sought ransom from her friendand held her gift of sunlightagainst her bosom, tight and tiedto their sanity, waiting for it to curlher tongue and heal her voice again.

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She waits like an aspiring actressat a line-up, waiting to be pickedfor an audition, waitingto be the star of the show.She hawks you as you whirlaround like a revolving door,not sure where you were going.We watch as you waitfor the panes to smack youand catch you in between thembefore you will wake and walk again.

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She donned new hair curledin bounces like wigs on mannequins,and shed her skin like seasons in transition.She embraced their colours, each a day.Sunlight blouse and coloured brawas a favourite theme. She thoughtlooking like someone from Desparate Housewiveswas a compliment and when a friendsaid it was too much showshe said she did not mindand continued changing seasons.

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You will scratch yourself as you fallon the sharp edges of tonguesif you don’t heed the whispers around youand stop the walk on the plank. It’s not worththe splashes of colours that will smearthe white of your shirt. Withdraw and listento the calls of your friends and seetheir silent gestures wishing to wrapyou in bubbles for storage until sunlight breaksthe winter in your head again.You need not

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She finally broke into your worldlike a piece of glass, sharp edgedbut bearing a sweet wine.Your boldness brought you closerto her and you dreamed that soonyou would share your sandwich with her.You struggled not to be twelve againas you swallowed her concern for youlike a spoonful of cherry cough syrup,while the one with the arrow woke upwhen she saw how you kissedthe ornament with your eyes.

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She missed your catwalkand meerkat pose so she whinedabout her work and sighedabout the lights and irritatedeveryone within her sight.When we walked by, you stoopedto kiss your desk. She kickeda fuss when we were back at our desks,the lights were too white, the floorwas too hard and the air, too cold.With your arrow in her heartshe walked the office, killingeverything that battled an eye.

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Telephone rang, keyboard dit dit ditting,printer vomited paper after paper,rain washed off footprints from the catwalkand minds paused to re-assess the puzzle,counting the sides to the polygon.Gloom invaded the office like a virusand people, hiding their cough, examinedthe future like a specimen,I wait like a candle in the mistfor the rain to stop and I can seewho will pass the light through the

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She, my good friend, drooledat me like I was her lover, hopingthat you would walk by and seehow she could be your lover.When you were tired of walkingyou poised yourself behind the cabinetlike a meerkat on the lookout,hiding and seeking, seeking and hiding.But you didn’t see the femaleleopard stalking you by the side.

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You walked by and she teased you about smilingto yourself again. She thought you were smilingat her as as your smile turned into a grinand you made a funny face, hiding a crush.She asked you what you ate at lunchand you replied in a riddle. While she pondered,I answered but you did not look at me.She bounced back with a riddle and I pretendedto read the newspaper. I understoodbut you didn’t, just

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You turn your trip to the filing room into a catwalkto show your flair and hope that you will chanceupon the glass ornament by my desk.You make it hold on to wisps of your presence,hope that you will stop the hide and seekand hold it in your hands to feel the returnof its warmth. You smile to yourselfas if it can see you from the sideor the back of its head, while another imaginesyou are smiling

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You wake to car sounds, radios, cold sunshineand spiders dangling silverthread after threadin an opiate dance of threat.You hear the sound of toasted leavescrushing under heavy feetand people creakingfrom their sins.You see their ghosts by the fire sorting outbones to form skeletonsof heroes and saintsthat never exist.As you lie at your wake, you know the pastate itself and soon would be vomited

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The wind howlsin the name of the rainand blows the mindto exhaustion.Deja-vu stepson the porchseep into the air.The worldbecomes unconcious.A familiar honkstabs the dead.A mother wakesand bundles her childback into her womb

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I see your face,the paleness of its languagespeaks in tonguesthe colours of spring,forgets its own anger,patches every field,seeks every nook,caresses every glass blade,and hugs every tree,to turn stings to kisses.I see your hair,black yesterday, brown todayand prehaps red tomorrow.It doesn't matter.The dreads are gone nowand straight strands remainto reflect the whispersof an ocean's tunethat

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A full moon hangs like a lantern in the sky,Stars twinkle silently like small festive lights.The air is chilly with a mild breezy breath,a perfect setting for mid autumn’s fest.Children decorate trees with little colouredcandles, light lanterns and gather togetherto join the procession with family and neighboursin celebration of the mid autumn moon.Mothers split pomeloes, cut mooncakes,and brew

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Voices drone on incessantly...........Sweating in my jacket like a piece of melting ice cube..........I wondered how the others could tolerate the heat.Some words caught my attention,and I started to write profusely like a kite riding the wind...........I missed a word or two, but I can make them up later.A voice, arrogant, asked “What is the product?”He attacked her like a wolf hungry for blood“

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You tremble like a tree in a storm,waiting for her to stamp your lifewith her marks, and you will lickthem all up like a dog.Your brain choke on youas she bites on a strawberryand you stared at herlike a man in comatose.

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Bulging red pleasures dangleamong the sea of green leavesand buds waiting to ripen.Thoughts crystalise at the sweetness,firm between your teethand juicing on your plumb lips.

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We discard the infatuation of the flesh,honour the passion raised by our pensand transcend the symbols in our writing.We bear the cross of our differences,slain at the sight of the birthand submit to the intensity of our words.We are the poem.

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The paper becomes our world,and the pen, a fresh breath of airexhaled in ink to bring us to life.The world is a congregation of spirits,the air -- fresh dew for the flowersand life -- the language that kisses us.I became you in the poem.

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You sat with me at my desk,and as we write, our minds flutterlike moths circling a light bulb.You tap my brain In a sprightly danceand I response like a tempestuous storm,sucking up your attention.Your hand touched mine in the poem.

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She remembers his hands,warm in hers. her chest against his,cheek to cheek, they took their stepsin unison and melt into the musicas their unison melt into the air.He led her forward, around his world,then in retreat, he killed her.People tried to paint indifferencebut their smile betrayed their gossip.She remembers the plunge from the cliffinto the icy cold water below,waking her up from the

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Do you hear the rumbling soundfrom my belly and see the truismthat serenely annihilate my skin?My blood is cold and guts are witheringin absolute abandonment, longingfor the comfort of pine treesand spring water. You have forgottenour indissoluble pact that you will nottrample on my bones and leave me nakedto corrupt minds. Spare me the articand I will bear you a child; our sunwill warm us but

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You carry her into the oceanwhere the melody of the wateris an alien's encounter; buriedin the layers of the waves, youreach the bed where rootsare planted deep and the landscapeis a burst of fireworks and the fireis like the end of the world.

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Pink Cherry BlossomsMoon and lanterns light the skyBind and mesmerize

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I see your lips,the taut redness,bursting at the seamlike a tight cheongsamwith just the right tensionto hold the lust in,weaving wisdom into ballsof thread that slowly unreelinto cinematic viewsof a dove

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The sea seeks consent to confuse my mind.I find solace in the warmth of the wine.I want you to hold me, love me today.I don't want you to leave, please stay.Oh, please don't leave.The waves play a game of touch and go,tapping my bones and filling the hollow.I want you to hold me, kiss me and stay,to love me fully just for today.Oh, please don't leave.The insects hum and embrace the sky.The wind

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Nerves strung tightlike guitar strings.Each strum playedtic-tac on the bonesand lightning flashedlike a ghoststabbing the eyeballs.

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Green fills up your body and blastslike heavy metal in your earsas you watch the bees buzzedaround her the whole day.While you, a damn caterpillartrapped in your cocoon,lie naked and waitingfor the miracle of her touch.

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I see your nose;the slight turn at the tipcarries the spirit of deathlike a cowboy in a showdown,fingers fused to the trigger,ready to spin black into whiteat a wriggle and a twinklethat can hang up starsor split a nation like splittingof personalities.

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She rubs her knees and slowly gets upfrom the chair. She sees her motherin the garden, sitting on the lawn chair,a pale shadow occupying the air.She smiles and sits besides her.The sun touches the lime treeand gives each leaf a porcelain gloss;she knows the realness is in the breaking.She hugs her and their eyesspeak the language of the wind,warm in her ears and carriedinto her soul, almost

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She sips her coffee and looks outthe window where leaves are driftingdown the trees and the weatheris just starting to bite the bones.She remembers the red rosesin the garden and the bouquethe gave her, when lifewas always spring and summer.Sometimes, the sun was hot on their skin;sometimes, the wind cooled them down.But their passion was strong, and the nightalways brought them together

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I see your face;the paleness of its languagespeaks in tonguesthe colours of spring,forgets its own anger,patches every field,seeks every nook,caresses every glass blade,and hugs every tree,to turn stings to kisses.

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After being snapped at by Chicky,he went home to feed Kitty.He poured some milkinto her bowl and called out,"Here Kitty, Kitty."A meow came from the bedroom.He went inside and sawChicky dressed like Kitty,meowing and purring on his bed.

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His eyes lingered on her golden hairand he drooled at her round bum.She looked at him with her chestheld up high like a pagent queen.The more so he longed to take herin his hands and fluff her feathers.When one day he finally musteredenough courage to confront her,he stood in front of her to say,"Let's make out at the barn"but the words that came out were instead"Let's take the chicken out of the

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The ground wet with slime suckedmy feet until they swelledlike two red rubber Crocs.Branches like arms of scarecrowspoked and scratchedat me until my knees hit the grass.Splashes of muddy rainwatertaunted me in slow motionand splattered my face brown.I fell to meet the slug wrigglingin sinuous obscene motionsthat said "I won! I won!"The trail was lost, washed awayin a bath of ethnic cleansing.I

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Mist stood in front of you and colouredyour forehead as black as a toothache,as you waited for her to extractthe agony from your brain.She dug deep into the root and lickedyour hands until they were cripplinglywet and poked your eyesinto bloody balls of poo.

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She sat and prayed for healingof her friend's mother. The tonguedetected the scurrying of ratson the roof, feelingbut not understandingthe language, wanting to seeka glimpse of the loneramong the group a hundred mile away.She jumpedup to check for burglars,the rats trying to escapethe body once holy, to seekthe santuary of their king's lair.Silence.The rats sniffed her out;then on lighter feet to

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Words tangled in colourstumbled from your lipsto mangle into unseen shadesof creases on your face.You tried to string theminto windchimes but they fellinto the hinges of the doorand creaked like curses at her.

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I see your eyes;the slant at the corners,now broken freefrom the dying echoof a caged flamingo,evangelised into sweetmountain air tappingon your neck, forgettingits shapes but pregnantwith the music it carries.

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Words rolled up your sleevestightly woven into threadsthat yearned to formthe fabric etching her breasts.As ghosts tiptoed on your tongue,evading the hymns in your hands,they closed their eyes and colouredthe words hollow.

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Colour her like a tattooand let the ink imprisonher like an allergyuntil it seeps into the throbof her heart where it will bloomin her blood and trap youinside her, swimminglike a fish among corals.

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I see your hair,black yesterday, brown todayand perhaps red tomorrow.It doesn't matter.The dreads are gone nowand straight strands remainto reflect the whispersof an ocean's tunethat spans the earthlike a breath of mint.

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The ground wet with slime suckedmy feet until they swelledlike two red rubber Crocs.Branches like arms of scarecrowspoked and scratchedat me until my knees hit the grass.Splashes of muddy rainwatertaunted me in slow motionand splattered my face brown.I fell to meet the slug wrigglingin sinuous obscene motionsthat said "I won! I won!"The trail was lost, washed awayin a bath of ethnic cleansing.I

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I know winter by the flakes that falland their edgy patterns of softness;how they can stack up against the walllike a crack to divide our world,and how we can stand and watch them meltlike a snowman standing in a gardenat the change of season when the snow blendsonce more into our lives and it's too lateto ask if we should erase the blowbefore it hardens or collect the water as it melts.

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We will dance on the cold pebblesbeside the lake where ripplesof clear blue water will tickle our feet,where wisp of autumn air will threadour hair and make us giggle like children,and where dragons can turn into butterflies.When dusk casts long shadowsacross the garden, we will sitwith the chrysanthemumsand brew tea. We will readour favourite poems to each otherand try to outwit one anotherwith

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Last night’s migraine stayed in my dreamsand I woke up with veins throbbinglike they were dancing to the beatsof some heavy metal band. I closedmy eyes to shut out the thread of lightthat has escaped through the drawn curtainsand that was beaming like a spotlight on a soprano. Something soft brushed acrossmy forehead and I tried to struggleout of sleep. The smell of your cologneand the aroma of

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Smell of rice boiling in waterfills the kitchen, cleaning the airof yesterday’s fried chicken.The congee with pieces of dried scallopsbubbles slowly on the stove.I set the garnishing of ginger stripsand chopped spring onions on the tableand take out the crispy youtiaofrom the oven, readyto colour and flavour the congee.I turn off the stove and togetherwith my fluffy slippers shuffleback to the

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Revised:The day was humid and stifling like a bad migrainewhile night crippled with stiffness of rheumatoid arthritis,and early morning, congestive heart failure.Alone in the house, I searched for youin the gold ring you left behind, in the red hatyou used to wear and the brown sweater you last bought.Outside the room, the staircase creaked a moan.First draft:The day was humid and stifling like a

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When clouds burst and wounds opento reveal flesh scorched brownand infested like rotten fruits,just know you are not alone.When rain falls and flushesaway dignity like paper clipslost to eternity, remind yourselfthat you are not alone.When the sun sets and you fallbehind on a lame leg with the crispair biting your tail, just rememberthat you are not alone.--------------------------------(after

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Revised:I like the way you taste my name;let it spread across your tongue,roll it side to side and aspirateits flavour in a slow puffof breath that seducesmy ear to surrenderlike a soldierin a lost war.I like the way you drink in my voice;let it slide slowly down your throatto caress and warm your necklike a muffler and then let itsettle in your chest beforeit stirs into the stomachand entices

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Revised:The museum is silentexcept for the soundof exhibits not breathing,of a mummy not unwrapping itself,of dinosaurs’ bones not creaking,of birds not flapping their wings,of bugs not crawlingand of emptiness not hissing at you.Our house is bareexcept for the collectionof things untouched,of lights not turned on,of doors not unlocked,of sofa not sat on,of cupboards not openedand of thoughts not

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I am a fish in a glass bowl,long dead but I still have todance to your symphonyeach time you pipethe flute, each timemy mail box clinks.I am an ostrich withoutits head; my mind lostin the sand each timeyou draw a magnetacross my lipsto make it pucker in a kiss.I am a unicorn, myth or truth,now extinct but teaseto life by your breathbecause you never knowI am dead.---------------------------------

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Today's lunch at a cafe in a cool mallwas pumpkin soup, spaghetti aglio olioand vafler, washed down with a latte.Dinner was a loud affair at a Chinese coffee shopwhere we were served chicken porridge,char siu cheong fun and sweet red bean soup.Continents are merely patches on a map.

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Revised (slightly revised):I passed a bridge today,which I did not crossbut instead hung onto the edgelike a cat being given a bath,pondered if it was a test and waitedfor my legs to step unafraidon wavering shadowsand snarling seabugs.I was afraid, afraidof the colour of the skyat the other end, afraidof the sunset bleedinginto my skin, afraidof wavering shadowsghosting my bodyand snarling

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Your brush shimmersa tantalizing glowon the neck, ticklesas it reaches the curveof the bellyand your fingertipdots the button.You line the hipswith a soft strokeand texture tissueswith vibrant coloursexplodinginto scores of symphony.You paint like Picasso,intoxicating with your touch.

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Crickets in the heatSerenade lovers in songsRelief from the rain.

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The battled doorand splintered glassare now as silentas the man who took 32,like shooting targets in a range,for the pictures they did not drawand the speeches they did not make.My eyes poppedlike the guns that drownedthe girl in her bloodon the floor and put a holein the mouth of another.My head whirledwith the screamsof kids chokingto leave the burial ground.The hows and whysdrilled at my

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The sky is a patchwork of blue and white,free patterns as haphazard as life.She tumbles over bitter words, stopmid sentence and bite her lower lip.The chair creaks under her weightas her head turns toward the sun,her eyes ready for a cliche.I can only speak of the separationof day and night, of the moonthat shines but has no light,and that her existenceis not an illusion but a life.Then she looks

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After our road show, we had a nightcapat the Hard Rock Cafe, watched the dancing fountainand shopped for souvenirs at the mall. A jostle hugged us closer, my cheek touchinghis jacket and his arm brushing against my sweater,as our scents mingled in my scarf,until we reached a crossroad.

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(For Jen)Rain stops this eveningGutters flush with clean waterFresh start in new house

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April 14 - A Tall TailSomeone let the cat into the office.It screamed in the pantry.It screamed in the meeting room.It screamed at my colleague in financeand nearly scratched her eyes out.The panda with her pathetic eye makeupobserved from her corner, chewing her pencils,while the monkeys looked on in glee,almost clapping their hands at the spectacle.The mice hurried back to their holesand hid

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Revised:Threads of haze weaveinto my mind as your voice kissesmy ear and small talk tumbles outof my mouth like a badly sung song.My coward eyes inspectthe dust on my shoesas your eyes touch my hair,and my cheek burns with knowledgethat your lips are just an inch away.And I have to greet an alienwho has come back to invademy blood and threatento contaminatemy whole being again.I have no

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Paw prints on my carKitty huddles on the roofShelter from the rain

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Today you showed me a blue moonand took over my life. I want youto look into my eyes and hearthe things I could not say out loud.Please do not forget this sweetness.Yes, remember this sweetness, this moment,our moment in this semi-darknessas we drink in our closeness, today.Chorus:You gave me the answer, a reason to walk this fantasy.If only, if only, life is as simple as a child’s game,then it’s

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This April eveningRain decorates my windscreenFogging up my mind

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My friend’s adulation is so fakewhen she smiles with her haunting eyes.Sometimes I wish there’s more to take.My friend’s adulation is so fake.She only loves me for her own sake,yet I never fail to listen to her lies.My friend’s adulation is so fake,when she smiles with her haunting eyes.

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As the loudspeaker blasted out the liturgy,I sat at the pew pretending to pay attentionto the words of God. I focusedmy eyes on the hair in front of me,long, black and curly with a big butterfly clipclasping half of the lot in the middle,a smaller one clipped at the right sideand two plain pins on the left. It wasa bunch of hair done well as every hairwas in place and the force of the fancould

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We saw the wind,tossing crinkled leaves upin the air like rippleson a pond, its breathdrowning their faint rustling.Young ones, noddingand bouncing, hungonto trees swayingin a surrender to some calling.Cars in suffocating hastefurther the chaos as she watchedfrom her bed by the window, calmoblivious to turmoil,this state of life and deathin nature’s struggle.

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Your sweat has bloomedand the Garden of Gethsemaneis deserted except for trumpetsblowing a promise of spring.White and glowingin your room, bondingme with the fragranceof Remember Me,Easter Lilies adornmy dreams each year.

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Haze and smog in early April;the city skyline disappeared.An angry sun burnedthe trees into a misty imageon the pond and an orangeglow skimmed the surface,like the aurora in her eyes.An electric streamer crackedthe sky and stone birdsturned into sparrows and flew.Her chuckle was as swiftas their wings and the cablelike an eyebrow twitched in tune.

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You were my legs when I had none.My feet are now bare and aching.Where are my sandals, that shinygold and white, those wingsof a butterfly like a tattooon the curve of my ankleto the tips of my toes?My mobile remains attachto the plug on the wall,missing the hands that uncurlits wire and ignite it with fire.I am now my own chauffeur,maid and butler; rolled into a singledough to be punched

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Flowers tell a different story.She loved them. Brilliant redCarnations are nectar to the eyes.And yellow fluff balls of Chrysanthemumsvied for top spot. It was always a tie.Then she sprang a surprise.Her favourite was the Lily, pastel and pink.

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Some nights when the clockbecomes my heart and the ceilinga movie screen, her story playsa midnight series and the wall humsthe background music. Reels are sealedlike cornea to the eye and there's no remotefor rewinding or button for editing.They only serve Deja Vu or Groundhog Day.

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Ants scurry into cracks of pavementas rain sizzles the air and drumsthe leaves and petals in tuneless melody.Smell of heat fills the nostrils like a wispof ammonia and gutters overflowto spill crystals formed through yearsof only having her stitched into memories.

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Old blog is here

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