Hey There - Reprise (new)

Hey girl.
You see that man over there
The one who's got you over the clouds
A word of advice, beware.

Hey girl
Keep your heart safetly locked away
It's easy to give to someone
In return for sweet words to say

Hey girl
Don't you worry about him
He's got you dancing in his palm
Ready to crush your wings

Hey girl
Know that you're not the only one
Those whispers and that sigh
Many other hearts had one

So listen to me
Take heed of my words and listen well
Bar the way to your heart with iron
Arm your warning bell

For love is too precious to give to just anyone
For love is too blind to tell
Good and bad becomes a maddened blur
A piece of heaven and a piece of hell

Take your heart and guard it well.

Night

If I were alone,

To catch your tears in my palm
Hidden from the downward flood
Pressed against the chilling arch.
If the ivy were fingers
Creeping up to the heights
Only your tears have travelled
Reveling in your grief.
If you were standing behind me
Not watching my folly from above
A single thought, a single body
To stave your boundless pains.

Though disappointed sighs do not reach me
Still your presence leaves a void

But is it not cruel
How your tears beat blameless pavement?
Wearing it away
Another collateral inanimate concrete.
Your face above grows dark from fury
But still the stars taunt you
Happily winking from the deep navy
Between the taints of lighter smoke.
Glaring back from yellow eyes
Half lidded, slit irises
Set upon speckled glowing whites
Willing them to cower and hide.

Turning your waxen eyes to meet mine
How can one not see the hurt?

If the cold swish of a skirt on puddles
Were a gentle exhalation
If the wailing of your sigh
Were a deep throated howl

Dear sky, we understand each other well

Wave

"So...?"

I glanced up. He lounged awkwardly against the swaying wall of the carriage, his eyes flitting here and there. No smile. His posture was of an ease contradicting his obvious nervousness. He could've just shouted get me out of here.

I extended the tendrils of my consciousness towards him, brushing lightly against his skin and probed lightly between his lips, but found no words on the tips of his tongue. I could feel the vibrations of the whirling machinery churning up conversation topics in his head. This is what we do in the presence of strangers. Was that what I had become? The surreal limbs began to wave frantically.

The doors clattered open and bodies began to trickle, then pour into the space between us. For a few relieving seconds, he could relax and I could breathe. It must've been opposite day. Across the newly bred distance between us, our eyes met in a true smile, the first of the day. Perhaps distance does make the heart fonder. I felt the tendrils receed back into its liquid pool deep within my body. I could see it's warped, lustrous surface dilating in beat to my heart, flowing through my veins. It is trapped. It is safe.

There was suppose to be a connection. An invisible channel of this shiny stuff that would flow between us, a connection that could be felt over any distance. It would be elastic, drawing us forever closer, the tension rising with distance if we were to force ourselves apart. It would pour feelings, thoughts, intimacy and understanding into both minds, energy into both bodies, warmth into both hearts. It is a thing that's meant to be shared. But not now. One day.

I'll be waiting.

Different

it's amazing how things go in circles
...round and round and round...
just when you thought the bad days were over
they've really just begun.
Now i even rhyme without meaning to.

What's missing?
The scary thing is knowing you're the very thing you hate
Perhaps the only reason you hate them is because you are so like them.
Talk to me.
Please.
Anyone.
Looking back, it seems like loneliness is the only feeling i've ever figured out.
Constant.
This constant thirst for human companionship that i cannot quench.
Why?

Let's go back, back to the beginning
Back to when the earth the sun the stars were all in line...

Long

The silence deafens me.
Your promises ring empty.
All that I thought was false have been proven true.

It's strange that when I see them loving that I should think of you.
Because though nothing stirs, no emotions, no hurt, no curiosity
There seems to be a lingering fragility as my mind runs through all that you do.

As if it would break and fade if I should but brush it with my fingertips
Melt away into foam should I but caress it with my breath
Hold it only in my mind.

Nothing is what it seems.
Nothing was supposed to turn out this way.
Habit?

But even now, my words fall upon deaf ears and unlike the others, you do not rejoice at the opportunity, but recoil as I try to coax you out to see me. Why is that? Why should I never be the wanted, the needed.
Because it is just so, they say.
Too loudy.

Even the crispest photographs yellow with time.
Habit. Sour habit, always and always.
Can I not see what I have done wrong?

Once again history receives its repetition humbly, as shall I. Time to move on?
Traditions set solidly in concrete is hard to break, had to crumble.
I shall break something.
Yet, I need to try.
Or fail, trying.

Small talk, hugging.
What good are they to me?
Should I bury myself, once again, in my books, in my worlds where everything was right, predictable ytet exciting, monotonous, uniform, limited and yet vast?
Perhaps I should.
Perhaps I belong there more than anywhere else.

Moonlight

I could see a patch of walkway from my window if I climbed on top of my window and pressed myself against the cold glass. A small patch of concrete lit by pale fluorescent light from the carpark next door, framed by a narrow strip of navy sky. If I was lucky, I might even be able to see a star or two.

Quite often, I would curl myself up into this uncomfortable position. Shivering in light clothes, I would pretend that I could see him below me, standing on that narrow patch. His shadow would fall, stretched into comical proportions, against the gently sighing bamboo. I would pretend that he would stare up at me, smiling at how silly the smiling moons that adorned his lady love might've seemed. Since when did princesses in towers dress in pyjamas?

But more often than not, it would be cold. The pane would chill my fingers and even the prickles of light beckoning to me from their narrow home could not coax me to stay. Then, the curtains would be drawn open, the pillow propped against the edge of the bed and the pale fluorescent lighting would try to pass itself as bleaching moonlight. It sometimes works. Sometimes doesn't.

I saw a bright, full blue moon once. It's light made everything as bright as day. My shadow fell. Jewels seemed to lock the moonlight within their silvery depths. The jade necklace seemed luminous in its own right. Magic. I saw magic. The road was paved with ivory. The clouds were lined with silver, as were the rooftops. The trees were full of fairy lights flitting in the gentle breeze. No more pretending.
The moon called to me, pulling me from my little matchbox house. The walls seemed immaterial, like I could melt right through if I so wished. The hand on the door seemd foreign, but the lock would not turn. The spell broke as soon as I left the moon's rays. I could only bask in light filtered through glass.

When day had dawned, nothing remained of last night. The ground was sitlll concrete. The bamboo still stringy and worn. The carpark still stood with its fluorescent lights. Nothing called to me.

House Of War

Causes and effect
Broken Emotions
Apologies banging on closed doors
Camouflaged ices and snows
Beneath flaming exteriors
She who cries
And she who cries in mirroring frustration
Moans of anguish
A divided house
Heard breaking in the silence
Warring Nations
Who's dependence of each other
Is only as deep as their opposition
Why should they fear each other so?
Wonders the father
As the two women in his life
Tear each other apart.

Lake of Sighs

Your love. Have I broken it?
The dreams, the fantasies
Have I shattered them?
I didn't mean to.

I'm lost. You say you're empty
But nothing is able to sew
These seams back together.
How come?
What has been lost
And remain unrecoverable?

I saw my temper flare, and I saw it's petals singe you.
I'm sorry.
Why? So many things, only one thing.
I don't know yet again. Forgive me.
I hope it's too late.
So there would be no going back
When circumstances should force me to move on
I'll be ready.

I think at the bottom of all this
None of us really know what we want
What we're willing to give to acheive it
And what we expect to get back.
Expectations > reality > effort
It's always been this way and always will be
Don't expect the world for a grain of rice.

I admire you.
I pity you.
I adore you.
I value you.
I trust you.
I care for you
I want to protect you.
I am scared for you.
But I don't love you.
Understand. Please. Please...

Understand me.