Watching someone I care about walk away is always the hardest for me..
Am always tempted to run and drag them back.
Am always afraid I might breakdown like a small kid watching her mama leave..
Afraid that their memories will haunt me at night,
Afraid that their scent will linger,
Afraid of my fragile heart.

But as their footsteps begin to fade away,
I begin to reflect, I look at my mirror and see the most unique woman I know..
And I tell myself that if being myself couldn't stop the person I love from leaving,
Then he or she wasn't meant to be in my life
They were just a sentence in my story.. Or maybe a small dot in between.

And I brave myself
To face the sunlight again
To smile, to live again.
It may take time and effort
It maybe shaky but...
Surprisingly, I always do!

December 27,2014
PkimsDiary@2014.

Heavy rain will fall someday,
Fear will flood your mind.
Shelter will appear far away
Black dog right behind.

Meet the dog with openness,
Let it lick your face.
How wet you'll get I cannot guess,
But I know you'll last the pace.

If my thoughts were like blossoms they'd drift away.  Lifted on the air to float off to the distance.  I would remain rooted, grounded but blissfully weightless.

Choices are paths of determination, routing life from cradle to grave.  Roads of decision and bravery lead to fulfilment.  Roads of indecision and cowardry lead to regret.

The sweet hum of a beautiful melody.
The deep aroma of morning exhaust fumes.
The excited chatter in a foreign tone.
Clip clopping of high heeled shoes speeding up to catch a bus.
The homeless man wrapped in a rotten sleeping bag as close to rigormortis as a live man gets with his palm open but his eyes closed.
The twang of perfume mixed with cigarette smoke floating effortlessly up to the blue sky above.
Marvellous architectural wonders rising from the ground, their dominating shadows line the streets to serve as a reminder that our forefathers laid down the road we still walk today.

This is what it means to be
A product of inhuman ingenuity
I'm not creative because I let my brain spill from the palm
Leaving a note in screaming whispers
Just to disturb the calm
We all hide under the monsters that live in our bed
You try to talk through to them
But no response is a silent gun aimed towards the head

The world just keeps on dancing when I silence my own song
A spoon full of my own personal sugar makes it seem better
But on the inside it's a new shade of wrong
Staying numb somewhere down the line of feeling
Kneeling to the window of opportunity blocked by another buildings ceiling

It's time to walk through these walls.

I was walking on the road..

     burden of my dreams ..
                                was a heavy load...
    the barrage on me..
                                 was easy but broad.....
    the beliefs that their ..
                                 was no God....
    the absence of the..
                                way on a single road...
   the expression of conceal blame..
                   was 1 of the gathering thoughts
Surround by enemy's on all sides ..
                          was against all of the odds..
it was like an old saying ..
                          when u fall and everyone
                                            APPLAUD...

       I WAS WALKING ON THE ROAD ...

I saw her as I walked down the street
She was the kind of girl I'd love to meet

She wore the blackest of bikini tops
With cut off shorts you can't get in shops

Her hair was long and fell down her golden back
Just from looking upon her I lost all tack

In her small hands I saw something so right
In those lovely hands she held a box so tight

A pretty red box you can get at the walmart Asian aisle
Seeing that box just made me smile

I watched her as I walked on by
I listened to the way she sighed

I loved the way she took such tiny bites
Oh, the way that girl swallowed, it made me forget her rights

I forced myself to continue to walk
Knowing that girl would never want to talk...

5 - I am Mr. Haiku
7- Want to be my Mr Buddy?
5- Mr Lake Minnetonka............