Ting-Jun

Ting-Jun Aug 2013

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I'm fine.
                                      I promise.


          (Ask again, I might tell a different story)

Ting-Jun Jul 2013

IOU

I have apologies
for every single person
that I've ever wronged,
intentionally or not.
They ranged from the simplest
'sorry' to that stranger whose coffee I spilt,
to a three volume text of
all my emotions and regrets
where 'sorry' doesn't cut it,
but it's all I've left to say
to ease the guilt.

Except I don't know
where to start,
There are far too
many IOUs
and not enough time
but you're telling me,
"start by apologising
to your very own body,
your mind and your heart"

Ting-Jun Jul 2013

Faith and religion had nothing on you

When I changed for you,
I also changed my beliefs.
I forgot about pragmatism
and went for idealism
and fell head first for you,
with the most foolish thought
that someone like you,
could love someone like me.
Especially when I had yet to
find love for myself.

Faithfully following you,
without any concept
of what love and
devotion really was,
I lost myself in a religion
that never existed -
except in you and me.

Ting-Jun Jul 2013

Goodnight and goodbye.

I'm not perfect.
There's a cry for help
that only the city lights hear -
barely flickering in response.
I go deeper in

the labyrinth I've built for myself.
I manage to get lost and
find comfort and pain
(at least I can feel pain),
in knowing no one can find me.
But even that does not last long

when hating yourself
is the only thing you know of.

When will the knife slip,
when will your feet trip -

into myself,
into my freedom?

Whose freedom
are we fighting for,
if we don't even know
who we are?

When will the day come, when I'm free of my demons and out of this labyrinth with it's deceptive mirages?

Ting-Jun Jul 2013

The Body is an Unexplored Planet

Exploring the mountainous terrains
and open fields
you stumble across an empty cave
it goes deep, and inside
is something so wondrous
but even the greatest explorer
has yet to lay eyes upon it

You whisper
quiet promises of exploration,
the slight echoes replying
each movement of your
caressing tongue,
leaving the earth
trembling in anticipation

Inside the cave
something is stirring
but it knows than better
than the earth, which it lives with,
sweet words and gentle treading
mean nothing if the
intention
is all wrong

Ting-Jun Jul 2013

A haiku about you, for you

Lies will not soothe
a healing or broken mind.
Not now, not ever.

Ting-Jun Jul 2013

My downfall (15w)

I don't know what to tell you
except,
I love you,
and I always will