the best and brightest ones
make a spark course through your veins
And you become a firework
Exploding with inexplicable joy
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 7:42 AM UTC
Evening light is gentle, slow
Caressing leaves, metal roofs, soil
Plants, flowers, pavements and gates
Clouds are the mothers - they shield us
Lest the sun shines too much.
Take a breath and look around;
The sweet and tranquil garden will take it away.
All colour blend in synchronised harmony;
Blues and browns, pinks and whites
Crossing into and over each other like
oil paints,
Warm, welcoming, beautiful.
It is soothing - the sound of nothing
That disrupts; razes; hates
Disturbs; curbs quiet insight;
One's imagination is the lone
source of maximum sound
That vibrates through the garden.
My grandfather, my grandmother's brother,
Smiles as though the sun shines through his teeth
Dresses in a pale blue shirt
Black shorts
Both well-worn
Ready to play
some basketball.
Oh, the joy, the fun
The refreshment arising from this game in a courtyard
In grandfather's garden
Among young trees, leaves and other green growth.
There stands a home by hand made
Basketball stand,
A concrete base with metal support hands
Floppy strings of hoop
To shoot the ball into.
The garden has been bathed, it is fresh
It is refreshed.
Grandfather demonstrates, I listen and follow,
To throw the ball into the hoop
With precision and care; throw some force
Into the air.
The ball dances around the circle
then drops to the concrete floor.
We take turns
As I throw and grandfather returns
9/10 of the time my aim's bad
but the ball grandfather throws, I actually catch!
(Or it will tumble on wet soil)
Exciting, the thumping
of rubber ball against ground;
Keen eyes and agile hands and feet
To catch the stray ball;
With swift movements the ball flies!
From sideways, afar and near,
Into the hoop successfully, finally.
Back into the house we go,
As the sun leaves for home.
The garden prepares for night;
So do grandfather and I;
Grandfather washes up; I talk to
Grandmother in the garden;
waiting for night, to
fall
fall
fall,
into infinite darkness -
poignant memories
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 5:05 AM UTC
my lips pressed together
pushing away words i would've spoken
so easy, so straightforward
but they never came out
for they'd never take a place
in your ears.
so I said nothing and just admired you,
because you were simply beautiful.
Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 1:08 PM UTC
the old moon smiles at me
every night as I walk on the lonely beach
where hundreds of ships has washed ashore
and thousand feet have walked upon
cold wind blows from the waters crashing
on the white dull sand
bringing promise of freedom,
a sweet yet sickly feeling erupts in my stomach
I doubt whether my wishes will come true.
whenever the winds blows, I look at that way,
but never towards my house, or the town,
because all I want to see is a faraway adventure
just within reach, if I could grasp the star
that sits silently and still in the navy blue sky
beckoning me to follow and find
my own journey, as long as I run away
leaving nothing but the last traces of
my light footsteps,
wanting them to be washed away by
the coming tide.
just like how I hope all memories
of this place
of my entire existence here,
will be erased,
as I need room for new acquaintances, dangers, exploration,
feelings, discoveries, tastes, smells
sights, sounds to come and stay
when I leave to travel where
The Wind Points That Way.
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 3:08 AM UTC
He caught me by surprise
I never expected to blush
when an abrasive, goth dude
said my *** was cute
His clothes are all black,
as black as his hair,
and his heels are as high
as the moon in the sky
He is a criminal
and I am terrified
but more so of how hot
he looks when he talks
He has a beautiful face
so perfect in all proportions
and I am sure that I may
be turning very gay
He looks hot as a woman too
and my cheeks flush when he
dances with that sass
I have a ***** thanks to his ***
He is so funny
not in the usual way
but it's funny how things got
when I feel in love with the guy from the donut shop.
Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 12:37 PM UTC
#1
I don't miss you
if you don't miss me.
#2
What better to think about
other than you, is naught.
#3
I cry to my pillow everyday
but no memories fade.
#4
I still smell you
in paper, nostalgic memories and dreams.
#5
I stop looking at clouds
because I'll find you not.
#6
2 evens and one odd make
A three digit number
#7
I don't like you that way.
Just like talking only.
#8
A full cycle separates us,
but I don't really care.
#9
I am a lunatic
this is me, missing people everyday.
#10
I'm living the start of forever
as if you're dead.
Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 7:53 AM UTC
I'm alone because you're not here.
**** I'm lonely
and I miss you.
A lot.
PLEASE COME BAAAAAAAAAACK
(and you can hear my desperate)
Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 12:57 PM UTC
Surprising how much I abhorred them,
they made me cringe inside.
But now I love those
little things, they make me burst with joy.
Your bony fingers used to make
my skin conjure up little bumps
Now, I think they are so beautiful
creating majestic works of art.
Your long black hair almost covered
your arched eyebrows.
Thought it was a terrible haircut,
Now, I'd rather you let them down.
your beady little eyes
moved in sync with the curling
of your thin lips,
whenever you made a sarcastic or cheesy
remark.
they used to creep me out,
now, I think that makes me like you better.
the shape of your clothes molded around
your small frame,
I always secretly thought
you looked good (whispers great)
in formal.
Those things I thought ugly
Became beautiful, sweet memories
that make up, add up
to = you.
Dec 7, 2013
Dec 7, 2013 at 6:30 AM UTC
Love - it does not necessarily mean romance, or
silly, promised-filled, tragedies like Romeo and Juliet's,
or shallow, innocent love of teenagers, who are just starting to experience
what it's like and want to know more;
Love can mean the kind you feel for people
you care about, like your parents,
your siblings, your friends...
People whom you'd love unconditionally.
And those people probably love you back
despite your flaws and endless mistakes,
they'd forgive you
and sometimes,
they try to help you get on the right path
and correct those flaws so that
You become a better person.
But what does loving a stranger mean?
Isn't that how we all came to be?
Your mother loved a stranger, and got you.
Her mother loved a stranger and loved your grandfather,
and his father loved a stranger, your great-grandmother...
This beautiful cycle of loving strangers begins our time on Earth.
How do you know that you love a stranger?
Firstly, you might think that their fingers are rather bony
and maybe they way they stand are a little odd,
and the way they walk make you cringe inside 'coz it's awkward?
And their hair is a little too long, when they say a joke,
their lips curl up at the top and their eyes flit upwards
and you feel so uncomforable looking at them.
Slowly, you realise though...
after talking to them a little more,
becoming better acquaintances,
and then friends,
you don't notice those 'flaws' anymore (they were never things I should criticise in the first place)
In fact, you start to love them, and like it when they do that.
It's a unique part of them that you want to keep seeing.
You feel guilty and sorry for even hating them in the first place,
because afterall, they are beautiful!
Lastly, when you depart,
you know you really love them because
you'll miss those tiny details even more
since you're never going to see those lovely beauties again.
(Oh, how I regret not fully appreciating them!)
Dec 7, 2013
Dec 7, 2013 at 5:54 AM UTC
I march up to the front door
of a red-bricked house
vast skies and soft, wispy clouds drifting above... my gaze
shifts below, to the brown door. This house looks lovely
and so does the door.
I am somewhere in Wales,
it's cold but 3 knocks and a kind woman invites me in,
warmth be the one that saves my freezing skin;
hot chocolate to warm my insides and relax my mind.
My wonderful aunt leaves me to rock by the fireplace,
after some time,
I will leave again to play with my friends.
Dec 2, 2013
Dec 2, 2013 at 11:50 AM UTC