nonexistant

a timeless love is not
    plausible
  all love die out
withering with cold air
of white winter, losing light

a timeless love exists
within the dusty glass case exiled
 at the very end of
   milky way, and such
      rotating away, and away

8/8/2014

Hearty Meal

Stab my heart with a fork,
   and rip it out, throw it
            onto a plate
     season it with the salt from
       my tear glands
              I'm sorry if it doesn't taste good
               in your mouth and tongue
             because blame me for no reason,
          as you are the chef
              who hates your own cooking


3/2/2014

Squares

severity of madness has lighted upon us
    squares of waves, entrapping
    people's potential into one lump
    of corroding flesh

    and as slowly, the flesh corrode
        sitting right there doing nothing
        was us, seeing and believing
        into the squares of artificial tales
                 quietly laughing to us zombies
                  are them,
                  who made


15/1/2014

Half Moon Chasing

living it's life
    flower of night
    of shreds a'meadow
      singing by lone

 with gale a'sway
   her tears flutter
      to the far edge of sky
            at the half moonshine

Pleasantry

of a Friday evening
   I bid greetings,
    to the city sky
    of which light still a grey
                  with a week's burden of tears

  to the shining leaves
     reflections of dewdrops
             and in all their
               longevity, would smile

  to the arc of faint colors
         yet deeply reviving
             my long lost heart

Losing It

the strings of dreams now ephemeral
standing on the stares of Rainbows
 is a no-more, as tunes
of invalidity stream into
   the fuzzy space
unsolidifying  heart

by the crack

by the crack of mossy grey brick
   under some discolored umbrellas
         I sit to eat my lunch
   with the spray of december rain


 by the crack of damp black asphalt
    under the cold, travelling clouds
           I stuff my stomach heartily
         dining at an old, cheap stall


  after a day's desk work
        in the slow,
                merriment
        by the crack of KL.