Ting-Jun

Ting-Jun Sep 2013

I haven't hurt myself lately
but that's okay
there's enough of that
where you come from

Ting-Jun Aug 2013

it takes energy to keep going, energy i no longer have

things are getting harder
but i guess you wouldn't
really know
it's been so easy shutting you out
too easy
to go with the flow

the nights are getting longer
but no one else
really knows
it's been hard spending them alone
without your warmth
in this numbing cold

although it's getting difficult to stay afloat
it's getting easier to just keep pretending
that i belong on the bottom of this river of life
as mere

bed load

Ting-Jun Aug 2013

It's always the same old thing

I give you my tears,
I give you my joy,
take my darkness,
take what's mine.

Between pain and numbness
which would you choose?
One is red, blinding, dangerous,
and flows erratically through your veins
the other is black, sinister, shrewd,
and dances around your mind
before swallowing you whole.

I give you my tears,
I give you my joy,
take my darkness,
take what's mine.

*Save me.

Ting-Jun Aug 2013

00:06:25:178 (10W)

If it's any consolation,
I'll miss you too -

a lot.

Ting-Jun Aug 2013

Home is where the heart is, so where's that?

It’s times like this, when I’ve realised I only have six months left here, that things really hit me. I know, six months seems a lot, but with exams are coming up, six months will be gone in no time and I’ll be back in Melbourne before I know it. And it’s ironic, I’ve been pining for the place I grew up in for so long, I’ve completely missed the fact that I’ve grown the most back here, in my little home town. I’m going to miss this place and the amazing, gorgeous people I’ve met. Perhaps, too much for my own good.

Ting-Jun Aug 2013

Marching Band

I missed you the way the stars missed the sun -
knowing that we were in the same sky,
yet not in reach of each other
hurt more than the impact of any falling star.

Ting-Jun Aug 2013

Strangers

The sun would bow at your command,
The stars to freeze in your presence.
For you I'd find a way
To spend a night up in the heavens
Along with the moon and its impish grin.

*To the man I'd yet to meet:
Strangers