Monday, August 25, 2008

Lynette's Letter

I knew a girl once,
could glow in the dark
that's how much joy there was in her heart
then this world of fears and madness
-it got to her
acquainted her joy with tears and sadness

I see her now, every once in a while
her new beauty makes me smile.



My Dearest Joy, right or wrong, you'll always be a better woman than I deserve. Yours as long as you'll have me, R.E.K.

Thursday, August 14, 2008

This Waking Life

The self-centred sun woke me up

and i was so disappointed like:

Why the fuck didnt i suffocate

in my sleep?

then i reached over to kiss my gorgeous

girlfriend goodmorning

before i remembered i didnt have a girlfriend...

gorgeous or otherwise...

in fact my right hand was so sore from self love

that i had to use my left hand to give my fuzzy

reflection the finger

then i took a dump

knowing that would be the least shitty part of the day

then i yelled at my shower for being so cold

then i yelled at my clothes for being so old

then i went to the fridge to grab something to eat

but i realised i didnt have anything to eat

in fact i didnt have a fridge

that sucked

i screamed FUCK!!!

then i called my best friend to tell her how rubbish

i felt

but i realised my bestfriend existed only online

so if i was offline, so was our friendship

then i banged my head against the wall

and cried: fuck it, fuck it all...

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Blister

When i'd start to feel i wasn't here
she'd kiss me and i'd re-appear
i miss her... no-
i miss the love we had
all cos i mistook her for a punching bag
& now my shame has formed a blister
who spoke first? i dont recall
the faster you run, the harder you fall
so once my ego burst
i loved her everything and she was all
it just felt sometimes like she yearned to be conquered
so we'd argue if love should be earned or just sponsored
then she'd push me when i pulled away
was a misguided fool, just a fool today
and i miss her... no
i miss the hope to grow
all cos she boobie-trapped my mistletoe

Saturday, August 02, 2008

The Alchemist Storm

He admires the picture frame floating across the room
just breathtaking!
the eye of the storm camoflouges impending doom
...her heart's breaking
unable to comprehend despite how hard he's trying
the floating memories so beautiful... so why is she crying?
her throat is strained
"Please... leave... now..."
so much pain
but he cant take his eyes off the picture frame
no matter how hard he tries, he cant hear what she's saying
7 months of all the dreams he thinks she wanted
a picture of the happiness by which their haunted
cant comprehend despite how hard he tries
cant see the truth until he shuts his eyes

tears... "leave now"...
and the sound of a heart breaking
a perfect picture floating towards him
eyes open, he's awakened!

He ducks-
"Lady, what the fuck?!!"
and finally it hits him, the words he's been missing
"Would you stop trying to fix me and for once... just listen?..."