When I was a kid:
You lied to me, that I could fly
Up between the clouds, into the sky
You told me not to give up but to try
And made me an artificial wing, why?

My lovely aunt:
I wanted to see your pretty smile
As I could be with you for only a while
Then, had to travel back a mile
For my workload was growing up a pile

My adorable mother:
My little baby girl is so smart
With an adorable lovable heart
You were a born angel from the start
One day you'll marry and drift apart

My hero dad:
My champ has grown taller
Just yesterday she looked smaller
Now she doesn't need a pram or a stroller
She's bold and beautiful, a scholar

No longer a kid:*
I am spoilt by my aunt, my best friend
My mum, whose love is never an end
My dad, always guided me on the right trend
I miss him alot, as he's left us alone, on this land...

©sim

you're a drifter
addicted to high speeds
quick turns
squeal of car tires
mist on the road
sharp smiles
brittle things
fast cigarettes
harsh spotlights
they fade out at dawn
and you
shut down with them
i cant hold on to you
cant let go of you, either
when im with you
i turn into a drifter
addicted to the chase
that is you

Drift on drift on but rhythm run
And timber flail with the rolling throng
What little lies in wanting yet waits
for not all waiting want doomed to rot

But wait but wait beasts heart do beat
For tragic fear and demented dreams,
Of drowned minds and blinded crowds
Of crashing hooves and shattered screams

Ribble rabble and squalor squabble
over thoughts that streak between their feet
May one grab hold and its secrets unfold
A world without waiting or babble

Felonious bologna spread
sweet meaning lips to air
through air to ear.
Good kids grew up framed
Bad kids grew up changed
Zip burnt bone butts
Sweep the back patio
Procure snap lights
Glow sticks in darkness
Vibration received
One hand on the other's trail
White-blue red-pink
Write names with innate
Shapes in muscle memory

There is a sad song within my heart and
it is echoed in the quiet of yours.
Something about that silence, the lack of
a voice between rushed heartbeats, contains a
strange certainty which makes me completely
uncertain. Your whispering thoughts have drifted
around me like ink swirling through water
and you have somehow swept me off my feet
with the power of the cacophonous
choruses, which I have only before
felt in the winds of the sea. How, my love,
can you make me feel such madness when your
entire vocabulary merges
into only three words when you look at me?