Thursday, December 19, 2013

Minus 6: Jitters of half a dozen

The moon has been written often,
its compared to more than once,
but this paper I have soften,
with inks and words that dance.

why do they dance and twirl,
why do they never stop for awhile,
as if they mock how I feel,
the turbulence, they wont die.

Die away and give way to calmness
but the heart desist to be calmed
it grows every second restless
it beats and beats in alarm.

Flowers they bring colours,
the sun, it brings warmth,
Love's one of life's wonders,
anything, a man for her doth.

There is nothing more to say, to write,
Words can't explain, they've no might,
What comes, will come alright,
and I will carry the ring to her, through day and night.

Less than a week.

Wednesday, December 4, 2013

mondegreen of Team, by Lorde

newsfeed never satisfy me,
the news are never new,
nor they drew me in,
reused words long past their due

we're living in cities,
building's highest earth has ever seen,
but we've never been so empty,
like a pod without beans

handshakes feels so foreign,
coz fingers are stuck to the screen,
scrolling, scrolling, scrollin
meals, meetings and the times in between

i know your phone's got retina 300 pix
but i'd prefer, look at my eyes when I speak
i don't know what's so interesting on insta
but I was just about, gonna, gonna..


we're living in cities,
building's highest earth has ever seen,
but we've never been so empty,
like a soul without a seal.

oh the irony, is not lost to me, as I post it on a social site.
as the title suggest, the repeating verse is a mondegreen of Lorde singing her song, Team. link

Wednesday, November 20, 2013


it's supposed to snow tomorrow,
but it's raining tonight, instead.
rain patters on the pane,
tip tap, asking to get inside,
or to call me out

but I'm shielded in my sheets
toes curled and I'm balled
the night to you i bid,
goodnight, au revoir

it's supposed to snow tomorrow,
and I am laying in my bed,
in my sleep I'll dream of my dream,
a stroll along the strands of sands,
or to take you out. 

Sunday, March 31, 2013

Think tank 1.1

He walked through the door and into a desolated tunnel. There was a few footsteps marking on the whitewashed wall but other than that, the place looked clean. The door closed silently as she stepped inside, causing the room darkened a bit before the lights grew brighter to compensate the semi transparent door.

"Change your clothes," Andran said. He didn't turn around as he began to walk, relying only on the sound of another pair of footsteps following close behind.Only when he stopped at a junction that he noticed the woman was still clad in black. She stood next to him, eyeing the different way the tunnel forked out to. Left led to another tunnel, while the right paved onto a climbing road. Meanwhile, Adran was eyeing her with his eyebrows creased.

"Why are you still in black?" he asked.
"Hm? Whatabout it?" she said.
"Change your clothes," he said.
"I don't have any spares," she replied.
Adran rubbed his right eyebrows.
"I am not saying you to get naked here, just change the colours," he said.
"Into what?" she asked.
"Into quartz. Into this," he said. He said 'Quartz!' to his wristwatch, before shaking his arms. The watch's colour began to swirl and a few second later it was aqua in colour. "Now change it," Adran said. This time he didn't move before seeing with  his own eyes.

"How did you do that?" the woman asked. Her face was solemn but her eyes betrayed her curiousity.
"It's Leetex. Don't you guys have them anymore?"
"Yeah. Yeah, sure," she said. "We have them, but it didn't manage to get through the rift?"
Adran rubbed his right eyebrows again. "I didn't know Leetex can't survive the Travel. They must have made them not like they used to, I guess," he said as he laughed, alone. Adran then pulled of his blue robe and threw it to the woman. She just watched as the cloth hit her body and slid to the ground, before picking it up and throwing it over her shoulder.Adran just shook his head in disbelieve before turning on his heels and walking up the inclining road. He said 'Skin!' to his wristwatch and shook his arms. The watch turned almost invisible on his hand, only a faint silver silhoutte of the watch can be seen along with the blue font displaying the time.

to be continued...

Friday, March 22, 2013

The think tank

He rubbed his left hands with his right, smoothing his skins till he saw the green veins underneath. He pulled out a packet and tore it open. There were three patches inside; he took one and stuffed the rest in his pocket. He flicked his palms downwards and looked at his wristwatch: 3:49.

He turned his hands and put the patch on the underside of his arms. There was a tinge of prick before it disappeared altogether. He rubbed his left hand quickly and the patch began to melt into the same colour of his skin. There was still a small bump but the patch was camouflaged completely. Satisfied, he crossed his arms together and exhale deeply . 

He took another look at his watch. The digital display didn't changH but the watch said, "he'll be here."
"I know," he replied, before adding. "I wish I've bought an analogue instead."
The watch didn't reply anything, but it began to tick a few seconds later in countdown. It's algorithm has shown that the owner has looked at it twice in a minute and sense an imminence urgency which had appointed the next minute to be important, hence the countdown.

The beeping continued to grow louder before it stopped after a 3 seconds alarm. As if on cue, a rift opened in the air in front of him.
"You're late," Andran said to the newcomer.
"I'm not," the newcomer replied, as he stepped completely out of the rift. He was wearing a whole black suit, from top to bottom, with silvers around the neck, wrists, and heels. His hands went to his neck, grasped around the silver strap before the clasp detected his prints and opened. He pulled of his helmet and looked at Andran. He, was a she.

"Good, a woman," Andran said, trying not to sound so surprised. The woman in black acted as she didn't hear anything. "Let's go," he said to her.

They walked down the road, past a vending machine dispensing sushis, before they stopped at a big, blue door. He put his palms on the door. "I heard they're using passable door already. Is that true?" Andran said.
"Maybe," she said.
He looked sideways at her and smile as he shook his head. The door opened.
"What a bitch," he said.

to be continued.

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

The dry wells

A man dwarved in black came.

"Murder! This is murder!" the boy said.
The mother hushed and kiss his forehead;
before sending him off to sail into the sea,
only the image of him dancing and jingling on the mound of earth, remains in memory.

for whom is the rose cut?
only a prickle of blood,
which tips from the thorn, and colours the leaf.
milled regrets make the worst flour,
seared heart hardens while charred promises turn to ashes.
what is then left for the cutlery?

neither everything or all.
the wind whirrs, the waves curl.
the eyes close, the waters fall.
the words said, the feelings hurled.