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 Mar 2015
RL
I'm boiling.
The littlest things flick the switch.
Impatience coursing through my veins,
welting like little bitter bullets
sent straight to the heart. I
swallow them whole
in an awkward embrace.
Mask the fury, the white anger.
The rod is in the trunk of the car.
 Feb 2015
RL
Madly we keep spinning
Blurring turning burning
You reflect me
and he'll reflect she
We'll regret some
forget the rest
Mimic and repeat a loop of
our misshapen scars
Perfect symmetry
A careful harmony
Till we exist only as we.
And our circle mirror transformation come to be.
 May 2014
RL
Let’s move mountains.
Climb, conquer, repeat
Root our flags in the insurmountable
Dream of the next new peak

Let’s move lives.
Love until we bleed
Give what we can and perhaps a little more
Not in word but too in deed

Let’s move hearts.
Stir souls into reacting
One can move but many can create
We are merely at the beginning

Let’s run let’s leap let’s fly let’s soar
Let’s dash through every open door
We don’t have anything to prove
But we’ll be a generation that moves.
 Apr 2014
RL
I am losing minutes by the minute.
The numbers fade into dust and
The world goes marching on as
Sun and moon blurring to one.
The light bleeds through to
My silenced eyes when
I close them and try
To pretend that
I still want to
Breathe-
I still want to,
To pretend that.
I close them and try
My silenced eyes when
The light bleeds through to
Sun and moon blurring to one.
The world goes marching on as
The numbers fade into dust and
I am losing minutes by the minute.
I thought I'd try to make it look like half an hour glass as well. Wanted to bring out how the same situation can have two completely different perspectives.
 Apr 2014
RL
I'm having what I call an avalanche tonight.
When it all comes tumbling down
And engulfing me till I can't breathe
I don't even know what's come over me.
Or when it began
Or who caused it.

But I know that I would gladly climb back up
to the top of this mountain
and experience it
all over
again.

If it meant that I would feel this exhilaration
This joy this pain this woe this ache this high
This love.

All over again.

I'm having what I call an avalanche tonight.
 Apr 2014
RL
It's almost time again
to draw up resolutions,
vow to be a better __
cross our fingers for a good,
happy,
new,
year.
 Apr 2014
RL
Cold.
Not the chill down my arm
but the one down my spine
at the sight of decadence
at the show of extravagance
at the display cases with
carats and watches
plastic women wearing
someone's house in fur
and silk and adornments
covering their arms like a
Christmas tree gone awry
with its baubles and lights
bringing neither peace nor goodwill
to their men who foot the bills
after a night spent with slots and
levers and cards and mysterious
figures that disappear into lifts
that reach infinite heights before
plunging into clear, crystal waters
that sound like diamonds and the
view you see makes them say
'Oh it's beautiful' but
the waters are shallow.
A beautiful mirage.

Still too cold for me to sell my soul.
Marina Bay Sands is a luxury hotel in Singapore that has a casino and all the luxury shops you can imagine. The roof has an infinity pool. Google Image is your best friend. :)
 Apr 2014
RL
I followed a man down a dark road
That twists into a mute galaxy.
And all that follows is Silence.
But the Silent inherit the stars
In a quiet struggle of wills
While the lines on the clouds
Fade into the withered sky.

And all that follows is
An anonymous cry.
 Apr 2014
RL
There's a greyness in the air and
I'm finding it hard to breathe
Tendrils sliding across my bare neck
Tantalising and teasing they
Caress me into a lull of
Heavy lids and heavy hearts
Laid down before the blank canvas
So I try to paint a window and
Dream myself into someone else's
Story but the pages keep turning and
Turning and turning and turning and
I can only try to catch shards of glass
As they fly through my outstretched fingers
They say there is comfort in pain
Or so says the scarlet dripping down my
Arms but there is no time to stop trying
There is no time to start crying
There's only time to fight the pull of
Everything that comes out in the dark
But I can't help but remember that
There's only time.
 Apr 2014
RL
Billowing in the breeze
They swirl around her like
Scarlet wisps of smoke
She grips them forcefully
And turns and turns.
Turning Turning
Turning.
Faster
Faster Faster.
Her eyes bear straight
Wide and hollow
They cannot mask her fear.
Turning Turning
Turning.
Round and Round
and Round.
Everything becomes a flicker to her.
And she becomes a flicker to everything.
Flicker Flicker
Flicker.

And then the smell of iron.
A cry of pain.
A burnt-out candle.
 Apr 2014
RL
Imagine a road.
That led to anywhere you wanted it to lead to. Anywhere.
Even to a place from storybooks and make-belief.
Even to a place you made inside your head.

Now imagine a person.
Walking down that road.
Or running. Or flying. Or zig-zagging up and down in vague caterpillar-like motions.
But there's a person. And there's a road.
And the road leads to someplace else.
And Someplace Else is far away.
And Far Away is where you need to be.
 Apr 2014
RL
Today I decided to make a dress.
I'd seen others do it.
Figured I'd give it a try.
So I laced Predictability on neatly
And hemmed the Defensiveness in tight.
Stitched up the Strength, the Sarcasm and
The Empty Stare in a nice, perfect line
With pearly white Laughs to match.
Then I ironed it with puffs of Indifference,
And hung it up to admire.
It was nice.
Decent.
Normal.
Okay.

I put my dress on and walked out into the world.
I smiled at all the right places and frowned to the silent beat.
And then when I got home I took it off and cried.
 Apr 2014
RL
I saw a boy today
In hand-me-down clothes
that were 2 sizes too big.
His ear pressed up against
the receiver of a very
much obsolete payphone.
******* his coin and
humming to himself
lost in an alternate universe.
I spy his tattered bag with a
hospital name branded on.
Something strikes my heart
and I stop walking
for all but two seconds.
Then I recover and walk back
into the smooth, blank walls
of an indifferent society.
True story.
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