flushed

flushed Oct 2016

and I am so,
so,
sorry for the terrible poesy. The
hum
of creating hasn't quite
left me yet, though it may be in-
evitable.

did you see what I did

flushed Oct 2016

about acrylic: a haiku

and all you've left is
another layer to dry,
blue over my heart.

#haiku

flushed Oct 2016

the second: a haiku

you uttered my name
once, months ago, a question
I left unanswered.

#haiku

flushed Oct 2016

the first of many

the first tragedy:
in two months you'll be gone -
there's really not much point in staying.

flushed Oct 2016

6 days till

she reaches for the
buds of
early October

and the night,
     well-worn
by comet-trails and matchstick
                                         wishes,

aches,
  ablaze.

#love #words #fire #stars #night #sky

flushed Feb 2016

kranji war memorial

We tread in silence, wreaths upon
Gravestones, where you lie amongst
Flowers unpicked, at rest.

#war #death #graves

flushed Feb 2016

Untitled

I am not a poet.
Who are you to call me one
When all I do is cram out As and
Words that don't mean a thing,
Pretentiousness masked as literature,
Romanticized depression in monochrome.

for this random person in my life