fragments.

“We all wear masks, and the time comes when we cannot remove them without removing some of our own skin.”
― Andre Berthiaume

-and that is what you do to me.
a rip is still a rip
in whatever way
one'd like to put it.

But your hands,
like balm
heal me from the tip of my hair
to the core of my being.

my heart is halfway across the world

my heart is halfway across the world
traversing the night sky
and crossing the sea.

i want the moon to tell him to come back soon.
will the wind carry my voice?
but my lips can barely move.
nothing is heavier than my feet,
and they are sunk in the river
of tears.

i do not want to cry for you, my heart.
but my chest is hallowed and my longing for you
has transcended
even my most rational thought.

and you are halfway across the world, right now.

(i am) in your river of love

who would've thought the sand
beneath my feet one day
opens up into a river
bathing my knee.

i who had spent all my life
running from the water.

who would've known the moon
looks so beautiful from where i am lying
hair floating with the current.

who could possibly tell apart
the rain from the tears
when they fall from the same sky.

anyone would have closed their eyes
until the water turned to salt.

and who would've thought the river,
warm from the sun and gentle like a friend,
would lead me to you, my love

softer than grass and sweeter than milk,
brighter than the burning sun,

i would never have thought,
not for a million years,
that happiness wears your smile
and carries your name
as it sails into my heart.

Your sadness, mine.

When you are sad
the greenest and deepest part of my heart
is silenced.
My thoughts slow down and march
in white and measured steps.
The clouds gather and envelop the sun;
a visage falls over my eyes.

I have loved and lost,
over and over again.

But when you are sad, my heart is wrenched and torn
away from me
And they wouldn't quite return the same way, each time.

posted from Bloggeroid

(in case you're wondering) this isn't april's fool

for my twin.


Let's paint the sky green
today and laugh
when no one is looking.
We can send handwritten letters
and spend our evening talking.
I will never say no to you
and you will always be there for me.

Sometimes we still want to take off
from wherever we are, adopt
a new horizon, pick a new name;
sometimes we still cry over forgotten dreams.

But to think that our love
is thicker than blood,
and holier than matrimony,
to think that it will outlive any
shared fancies, gossips
over coffee and tales
inked on papers;
to think that our strongest times
wasn't built
only with happiness.

To think that this will last
longer than empires.

27 March 2010
7.03 pm



art by aedachucky.

your happiness.

there are times when my heart
is filled with thoughts of you
until it can barely contain itself.
everytime i look at you
i just want you to be happy
and glad
and never sad,
that he will always
be by your side
loving and caring for you
as i know he would always do
i want him to laugh with you
kiss your hand
your cheek
your lips
and love you
for all you're worth.
i want to see you always
like this,
smiling bright
and childlike
as if the world can
never touch your heart
with its pain and
sadness.

i want to always
remember you like this.

12.49pm
not a poem, just a running thought

drowning dreams

We can drown in our dreams tonight.

Just say the magic word,
draw the night curtain
and let us forget tomorrow.
I will sing for you
and you
can be my prince.
The stars will shine bright
and the moon
will burst with light.

Everything in the sky
glitters like your eyes.

Smile for me
as if you have never
done so before,
until your dimples show.
I shall imprint them
forever in my soul,
lose my way somewhere between
your smile and your eyes and
pretend that I can never go back.
I shall never want to go back.

I just want to drown
in your dream tonight.

1.16am
21 march 2010

light spectrum.

today the afternoon sun
spilled a rainbow
on my ceiling.
it curves like your smile
and your arms around me
in the morning.

9.15 pm
17 march 2010

to me,

you're the sunlight
filtering through my curtain
you're the raindrops
on my windowpane
you're the soft green
of the grass
the wind blowing
in my hair
the love song on my
best days
and the poetry
on my sad days
you are the moon
that shines my path
the blanket that
keeps me warm at night
you surround me
as the air i breathe
so without you
i cannot live.

march 7, 2010
8.48 pm

seeking. you.

Suppose it will rain tonight.
My breath haunts the mirror as I
mouth your name.

There's a sky over my bed,
it glowers and threatens to spill its gut
while the blanket mourns your absence. Everything
feels heavy and
thick like our morning kisses.
Your fingers in my hair.
My palm on your chest.

Four walls and a door
have never seem
this small.

Suppose the time has come.
I shall bring out
our broken compass
and your laughter in jars;
let the sound and mist
of the dusk carry me
to your side.

February 24, 2010

p/s: Welcoming myself back to the savage garden. Uploading of 2010's and 2011's poems will be done gradually.