Monday, December 22, 2014

little trinkets

I barely get to familiarize

my lips, teeth, soft palette worked their way through

as I made effort to pronounce your name

one single syllable, maybe two



you sent me to the moon

my intentions was to reciprocate

I read your colour, your portrayal, identity

innate and the acquired

details I once recovered and worship, I grasped

bittersweet

"not going to let you in"

and you're not going to run away



you apologized on your morning breath

we're all of the same mechanics

I like it when we bubbled up in this space

nothing cuts through like a blade

this mysterious land of blue

we found each other

like how we found our pasts



perhaps that kiss

indicates a touch of tender

perhaps, all that a of thought - an act
                                     we strive to make exist





Monday, December 8, 2014

x-axis

we lined and formed a curve, of the same axis

just so our eyes won't meet

our bodies won't touch

our hearts won't skip



bathed under the sea of sound

syncopation, leaps and unpredictability - a rebel,

a warm crowd

subject, and the distractions

we hope to be drowned



boy you have no idea

my gargantuan thoughts of the romantic

how they engulf one like a tidal wave

boiled under this lid of a pot

my treasures to be kept but found overflown



just like how we gain,

and loose control





my subconscious was called

none other by you -

and all supported courses of distraction



wish I was the one

standing next to you

in that poor formed curved line