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.