May 2012
20 posts
Maybe the world’s a giant heart that hates itself
Maybe the world’s just your imagination
Maybe I’ll make it whatever I want to make it
Maybe we’re just worlds apart.
We don’t say anything on this drive. The radio’s off and it’s just the soft rumbling of the engine and the sound of movement on the road, tyres rolling against the tarmac, bumps here and there. We’re sailing past street lights that start to look like an arrangement of giant candles and there’s only a number of cars on the road at this time, each heading out to god...
They made a new hobby called God watching where, instead of looking at something like birds, they looked to the heavens and tried to view God’s miracles. And it was everywhere beauty was. It was everywhere creation was. And they saw God’s hands when the clouds turned violent and a raging storm blew their direction. But they didn’t move. This was a painting they wanted to capture...
It’s getting hotter in May
There’s always something to complain about
Everything’s a waiting game
Like when we both wonder when the other will cave and you tell me that I should’ve called
Please don’t do me any favors
I’ve got a debt to settle with father time
Please don’t try to make amends
We’ve barely cracked the surface here
You...
What are you going to do when I leave, asked Spongebob.
Wait for you to come back, said Patrick.
But Spongebob never came back.
And Patrick still waited, sadly.
We were so close.. So close to getting what we wanted, didn’t we? But tides change and this ship has sailed. Whatever that means.
We stay up late at night worrying about our future and wake up early in the mornings wondering what happened to our youth. I don’t want to grow up, must be a Peter Pan complex. Let me stay unsure so I don’t have to pretend to know the answer and keep a straight face while I tell you that it’s going to be okay. I don’t want to be in my 30s and still be looking for a way to...
It’s the cruelest thing, to be with someone, but you’re thinking of somebody else. So you’re talking and talking with your hands in action and your caramel machiatto on the table and I’ve slipped into a memory lapse where I’m in Hyde Park with so and so. Everything turns black and white and grey and the only thing in colour is the turquoise beanie she’s wearing...
Dear mama, you’ve put up with a lot. Bad grades, mood swings, tantrums, fights with siblings, illnesses, allergies, Playstation, baggy pants. We are complicated, stubborn children. You’ve given us so much and we can only dream of paying you back. It goes that heaven lies at your mother’s feet, but you stand for so much more. We celebrate you everyday, eventhough we don’t...
It takes a lot for someone to be honest. Like, you know, a friend, or your boss tells a joke that’s not funny but he just looks at you expecting you to laugh along with him so you can’t help but give him the pleasure of a half hearted smile at least or a “oh ha ha.” Out of courtesy. Or maybe we tip toe around each others feelings too much. What is it with the need to please...
I’ve been eating my heart out. Somedays I like it with BBQ sauce, somedays I like it fried so its crispy and pour a little sweet and sour sauce on it. Then I’ve been sleeping with the past. She crawls in my bed and I hold her tightly until I wake up the next morning feeling like I didn’t sleep at all. That’s only because I can’t afford to sleep in these days. So I...
It all started with a thought, and the universe was created. Whenever I see the moon it makes me feel like we’re missing out on something, something bigger than just paperwork and trivial relationships. But somedays I just want to sit on the couch and not worry about anything for a while.
Keep going. Have these two words printed in bold in the back of your eyelids so when your eyes are ready to close out of exhaustion you remember. It doesn’t matter if you’re getting closer or if it’s farther ahead, just don’t stop. It’s all we can do. It doesn’t get easier but you’ll get used to it. Coffee sounds good right about now.
We’ve changed, haven’t we? You’ve learned to be more guarded and I’ve learned to appreciate the taste of iced Milo without milk and realised that badminton really isn’t my sport. You’ve learned to move on to better things and I’ve learned to invest in premium life insurance. Actually no, I just had nothing better to do on a Wednesday afternoon so when the...
There’s something off about this person. He talks a lot about the problem with our administration, the lack of a proper system and why it was almost the reason that he wanted to quit a few years back. But he’s still here, slaving away, with yellow teeth and blood shot eyes, smiling like he’s ready to snap at any minute. And that bothers me because I don’t want to end up...
Family is important. It’s the basic foundation of a society. Can I say that? What do I know about society, right? It’s just.. At the end of the day, they’re all you really have, an unspoken bond. Here, they say, we tolerate your shit.. Most of the time. Some are not as close to their families as others, and so they seek this bond with those they meet outside of their home. And...
It’s raining heavily and the smell of wet grass helps calm the nerves and my head goes blank for a moment. I want to sink into the dirt and fall out the other end somewhere. Somewhere, closer to you.
Stale. I feel stale. And maybe it’s just my imagination but I feel like the air is a little thinner and I’ve been moving and moving but it’s not getting me anywhere. And where is everybody. Where is everybody. I feel like a ghost. But nobody’s mourning and I can’t help but be selfish and think about my needs right now, damn. What’s changed. Maybe it’s...
April 2012
21 posts
The saddest time of the day has got to be 25 minutes before sun set. Give or take. That’s the time in the afternoon when the colour of the sky is melancholic yellow and paints everything in a similiar lack lustre dull deep rusty shade. It’s that in-between time where the sky is not as beautiful as when the sun begins to set and the colours begin to mesh in a spectrum of blue and orange...
Things that don't happen in real life pt 4
friend: It’s the weekend! watchu wanna do?
me: Yea! Lets hang out!
Things that don't happen in real life pt 3
Boss: Good job on that last report. Hey I’ve got a daughter that’s your age and she’s single, what do you say if I introduce you two?
me: Hm.. sure thing boss!
Things that don't happen in real life pt 2
girl: Hey I’ve been thinking bout you, wanna go out?
me: Hey, yea sure thing!
Things that don't happen in real life pt 1
friend: Yo haven’t heard from you in awhile, wanna hang out?
me: Yea man sure thing!
Fuck, I feel like I'm rotting away here.
At the core of this planet they find a beating heart. It was not that much different than a human’s. They realised that they’ve been living on a creature all this while. That all these planets were actually.. beings. Beneath the mantle, molten magma, various types of rocks and metal, was a living organ.
“I’m sorry,” They said, “We didn’t know.”
It eats me up
Knowing I’m missing out
On being a part of your life
If that’s what you want to hear
And there’s another party I’m not invited to
There’s another gathering I’m not invited to
And I don’t want it if I’m not wanted
That’s what I convince myself to think
Then it makes me realise that there must be something wrong...
@selfdestruct oh no dint see that, what an annoying mistake, but ill keep it there :p
At the end of the cosmos,
Have I told you this one before?
At the end of the cosmos, we’re having a picnic
We go here when there’s no one around, usually around the time when the surrounding suns lose their heat and it gets a little dark
And very cold
So I’m rambling off about work, and your putting jam on a loaf of bread. A meteor shower is going on in the distance,...
Have we changed
At all?
I’ve developed a bad habit
Of burning bridges lately
Who cares who cares who cares
They say the youth today are so jaded from all these touchscreen information at your fingertips, that fast love hands free, that
Click post and get your name out there, get a few likes, a couple views
We feel accepted now, the world’s a little smaller now but...
March 2012
7 posts
I’m in the middle of a storm and it’s quiet, someone whispers a secret
I’m writing this down but it comes out in scribbles, it’s all I can do
We’re down on our luck, listen we really have to talk, that’s the umpteenth time this week
We’re singing a song, I don’t know where this goes but I follow you there
How unsound
I’ve been...
Some mornings
I wonder what it’s like to wake up next to you
I bet it feels like
Fajr
I know, I know, I know
It’s so hard to wake up to pray
But when you do it feels like an achievement, which it shouldn’t be, but could it be
Waking up next to you would feel like fajr
You get clarity
Or
Sweet as pancakes and syrup, oh now I’m hungry
What about
An...
driving round in her dad's old benz while she's...
The problem is I don’t care enough
I don’t want it enough
I’m not patient enough
To make anything out of this
I’m not your
Iron clad, sure as hell, sun rise first thought in the morning, that
Yeah I can fix your car up and build a fire for you, I’m not
Why do we need to talk when we have nothing to say anyway, why
Does it seem like it’s doing...
February 2012
15 posts
It’s always the case that when you’re down, you’re down
And when you’re up, you’re up
And when you’re in the middle, you’re in the god damn middle
Like fruit contents in a blender, sweet sour, drink it all, mixed up
Well, we’re all a little here, a little there
I know, I know, you’re just trying to find your way through this.....
