Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Thursday, January 7, 2010
And for all this time she’d been waiting
through big brown envelopes’ letters
Would it be matter-they’re paper sisters
Would it be matter?
She sounded so marry to see her blue chamber
and found the palace of her sister
but has it got to be that way?
Hey friend, you’re not outside her
heart for she saw her graceful life
Would it be matter-pepper sisters
Is she still the same?
But she still shares everything with her
Though now it seems to her that she’s now
changing into something she hates
-a raindrop on her shiny days-
Will they still share plate and glass
Is she still sharing her pillow?
Say, sister you’re blocking my way,
she thinks, she’d say it inside her heart
Why paper sister,
She’s still using her pencil colors
and drawing for you
Without big brown envelopes’ letters
You know how less time she feels now
But she can only do nothing
but watch her walks further
Monday, December 14, 2009
Let’s go out, Lup!
And see the how people change in the neighborhood
And list how many of them who still recognize us
Let’s buy the gloomiest flower
And give each of them away randomly to our impulsive favorite strangers
They might be someone gay
They might be a hot single mama
Or the black dressed widow
Let’s walk along the orchard road
And smile only to the chosen creatures
And stop over a café to have a drink of the liquor we obsessed
It could be irish coffee or just plain tea
And put every meal we love into our sandwich
then laugh at its very funny taste that the sandwich can be
Let’s talk about how cloudy the weather like no other day has ever been
Let’s put the loveliest dress we see in the boutique
And play Bjork and Tori wannabe
Then let’s pay for the cheapest one
with every penny-coin we collect
Let’s invite our long forgotten tg friends
and play god like we used to be
Let’s take them to the garden of ivy
And make them ring every doorbell of every house we pass
Let’s spend 30 minutes to read
Mrs Dalloway, Secret Garden or Alice in Wonderland
And let’s end the day
by hiding under the blankets
and releasing the thought of
“You know how much I love you…”
Thursday, December 10, 2009
I dream about thee, dear Rory
Friday, October 30, 2009
So I decided to kill her.
As I made peace with my sins, I don’t need anymore innocent mask to cover it all, finally.
Crestfallen is too fragile, she couldn’t and wouldn’t be able to handle the days ahead. She doesn’t deserve it; it’s too much pain. So I killed her for her own good.
They have created a new one for me, The FloLady as they call her. She is much stronger, livelier; she socializes, she has the confidence and she doesn’t smoke too much. It’s just what I need now, a spring darkling.
The only thing that Crestfallen and FloLady have in common is that, they both share the same great passion for flowers, especially roses.
It’s not a hard option; she just needs to be killed, so FLoLady can domineer. She doesn’t need three or four weak characters; she can’t kill Sxiinner for sure, well, not for now. Sxiinner is too strong for her right now; even FloLady has to agree with this at the moment. So murdering Crestfallen is obviously the easiest solution; she was weak, fragile, lonesome, smoking too much, melancholy, listening too much to Sxiinner who kept making her worse and she is almost invisible. And currently, she was like disappearing! Now, that’s an easy choice, no?
I shed no tears in doing this. And I hope I won’t regret it.