He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.

Make-up hides the bumps, (she has too many)
Shadow highlights the eyes, (hers are much too dull)
Curler fixes the hair. (there's not enough of it)
But what, 
my dear, 
Do you call a heart?

Push up bra to help the girls, (they're too small to notice)
Tight shirt to reveal, (what's worth revealing)
New jeans to show your... Assets. (not that it's big)
But what,
 My dear,
Do you call your heart?

Just because it never shuts its eyes
doesn't mean it has never felt tired.
Just because it never shuts its eyes
doesn't mean it has never cried.

The fish stays in water
so you can't see its tears.
The fish swims in quiet
so you can't feel its fears.

You and I are like the fishes;
We put on strong disguises.
But i can feel your fears
and you can see my tears.

You could try to hide
and i could try to deny.
But we know deep inside
lives a fish in silent cries.

Copyright Ronnie Ng, 2011

A small bird singing-
and why does it rejoice so?
It must have found love.

Forcing food into my mouth
Feeling it slide down my throat
Forcing myself to chew and swallow at least some of the hell that is set before me
Feeling guilty; I don't need this much food

In the bathroom I pace
Debating
I need to get rid of this
Fat

I place a finger in my mouth
Push it farther down my throat
Feel the just eaten food and stomach acid rise and fall from my mouth
Done

Head rested on my knees
The ground is ice cold, but I can't feel it

Numb
Crying
Thinking
Shaking

I'm in control

I am drying paint, the latest coat of many layers.
My brightness and solidarity fortified by the finite base that I cling to.
I am already somewhat with purpose.
I don’t want to be anything more or less than what I am.
I just want to be more of what I’m becoming.

her reality is sour,
her dreams are sweet.
her reality is dull,
her dreams are bright.
her reality is depressing,
her dreams are exciting.
her reality is true,
her dreams are false.

if ever you wonder
if ever your heart should grow curious
for lust and love and spirit
electricity that splits the spine
a jolt of lightening
rushing through wide open veins
baby hairs standing on end
on the nape of your neck
a wave of cold sweat
dripping through your hair
moistens your back
if ever a moment passes
if ever you refrain from yelling loud
sing a melody
scream “i love you”
skip through a crowd of people
and smile
laugh
dance
and forget your worry
the temporary madness of yesterday
because you are static, ecstatic
you are wonderful