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Mildred Sim Oct 2017
What if I told you that
your heart were like two tectonic plates  
that reverberate with the
drum of the earth

the tremors stretching vast and wide
would crumble your walls
and light them in flames

what if I told you that
there is beauty in the ruins
for those who seek to find
and light in the abyss
for those who wish to see

would you
let the ruins come alive,
let the earth of your heart
quake and quiver
like plates refitted together
wishing to shape
a new earth?

Behold; the strength of your soul
for Daniel
Mildred Sim May 2017
the flutter of the heart
the twisted gut
the
Love
I thought
I wanted -

for you ceased to be Love
in exchange for
the broken chains
the unwrung wings
the
Liberation
I didn't know
I needed.
Mildred Sim May 2017
reaching out for your hand in mine was an
omen for the heart cursed battered atorn
       yesteryears couldn't stay for long yet you
promise of a tomorrow with those sick
empty words that my ears fell for and you
      **** the kingdom of my castled caged soul
Mildred Sim May 2017
with you
sadness was more melancholic
than I could have experienced
and happiness was more euphoric
than I could have imagined
compensate the absence by returning back to where we first found each other
Mildred Sim Sep 2017
as the mountain towers over
the shrivelled earth
and the remnants of yesteryears,
who knew that underneath grass, the clover

lies in wait; bidding time for when
the ploughboy wends across the field,
overturns the soil
and shackles the ground

it was a struggle under the starless skies
a wrestle with the shadows of the mountain
and little could he grasp and amount in,
but still he tries

again and
again  

the mountain sees and sings
for the ploughboy's labour to not be
in vain

for the clover to break ground and
for them to sprout as one
in the rain.
Mildred Sim Apr 2017
you were a jerking ripple
to the tranquility of stilled waters
a wind that slaughters
sturdied barks *******

you invaded the dead of the night
and occupied home within my thoughts
I try to draw the dots
like constellations that rewrite  

what could have, would have -
oh what a fallible attempt of a retaliation
that made no mention
of the wails of the stars; where I gave

the unanswered Okay
that you robbed and thieved away
Mildred Sim May 2017
shall we
get out of this car, sit at the boot
talk life and listen love
pause time and
let the seconds drag through eternity so as to
replay the crinkle wink of your eye
relieve the hitched up twist of your smile and
start all over again?

// no
for I learnt
you can't start over what hasn't begun
Mildred Sim Sep 2017
for I am a candle in the wind

flickering
stretched thin
leashed on
pulled back
by the forces of the wind

Yet
A flicker of hope
stretching through time,
leashing across seasons
pulls me
along the cruises
of
    the
         wind

There, I will extinguish in ashes
but rise up  
in flames rekindled

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