Crashing in like waves
Sweetest things that she says
As in the market
Fortunes are being made
You can breath the salty air
The cruelest things she says
As down at the harbor
Sailors say goodbye to their wives
This is the city by the sea
Where we can stand on the shore
And look out to see the ocean
We see forever
Ships leaving the bay
She turns her back on me
And heads out once again
For foreign harbors
And in this city by the sea
She left me lonesome
But the bars are always open
And I still have my ***
This is the city by the sea
Where I stand on the shore
And know that I'm alone
Alone forever
Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 3:54 AM UTC
Connect the dots
1-2-3
Point to Point
LA to DC
Life to Death
4-5-6
Sweet Pleasures to Heartwrenching Pain
Superficial Dates to Long-term Relationships
Rollercoaster Life to Unforeseen Death
7-8-9
Hot chai latte to Healthy vegetarian salad
Chic urban lifestyle to Family-orientated suburban neighbourhood
Optimistic rollercoaster life to Cynical unforeseen death
10-11-12
Fluffy thin fleece blankets to Mature-looking king-sized silver comforters
Young rash impulsive mistakes to Wise mindful informed decisions
Regretful optimistic rollercoaster life to Peaceful cynical unforeseen death
...
The dots are endless
The unknown picture yet not completed nor predicted
Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 3:51 AM UTC
Long long ago
I saw, experienced, I lived
Where trees grow
Long, long ago
I went, I ran, I swam
Searching high and low
Long, Long ago
I laughed, I wept, I loved
When the time was slow
Long long ago
—I know—
It was long long ago
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 3:35 AM UTC
God is like a wish factory
Manufacturing...
Dolls and trains for the young ones
Blankets and food for the poor
Glasses and hearing aids for the impaired
and hope for all of us
But like trains, blankets and glasses
God is man-made
Reflection of our idealistic nature
A goal as fictitious as a wish factory
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 1:54 AM UTC
Shave your head
Paint your face purple
And wear a zebra jumpsuit
Eat with both hands
Wink at passing strangers
And live in a secluded cabin
Join the circle of oddies
Tainted by social norm
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 11:14 PM UTC
Like a camel, we persist and endure
Underneath the blazing desert sun
Seeking our oasis in the distance
A noteworthy medicine
Finer than caffeine and alcohol
The purest form of life
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 12:11 AM UTC
Hope for better is overrated
Pity is the latest trend
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 7:44 PM UTC
At a formal dinner party with etiquette and laughter
A half empty glass of champagne is in your hand
I listen to your slurred speech and deep laughter
And look at the others who genuinely display interest
While nodding my head with a fake smile
I make eye contact occasionally, a simple formality
As you talk about yourself and your experiences
I begin to wonder...
Wouldn't it be more interesting
for me to talk about myself?
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 12:07 PM UTC
Hand-me-down novels with bent corners
Piles of clothes and towels scattered on the carpet
Food stains on flowery bed sheets and blue pillowcases
A broken lamp on a single night stand
Gray suitcases filled with evening gowns
Closet mirror covered with fingerprints
Charging electronics underneath the bed
Popcorn ceiling and smooth beige walls
No clocks, no monsters, no tooth fairies, and no memories
It's rather....practical
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 10:48 AM UTC