Watery Without.
Soft, sporadic rain delights on a day.
Each drop to a head, each head is relieved.
The languorous butterfly kisses become blows of beastly strength.
Anger manifests itself as watery rivulets,
Liquid, chill and stinging.
We retreat to our own created world.
Without, the world rages, unwittingly.
Created deserts have become an ocean, momentarily.
The barrier that keeps apart without and within is breakable.
Without wants to be within, with us.
As we escape, One senses the watery, wrathful Without
Is also Within, a part of a wider world.
But One cant see for the water obscures our vision.
Without hammers down
Cold for so long,
she forgets the comfort
of small things,
that takes little effort
but meant the world
to her becayse free
as sge usm there is
a part of her that sees
only the happy things.
Locked away are her toys
and with them, her optimism.
She's tainted by boys
and their weak promises which
she knows better than to hope
that they'll be kept, and yet
that feathered thing chokes
her, she can't escape it.
Jump
We started this, & I am cold to you.
I didnt know I would be.
I told you, Like this I cannot love.
You were happy with it.
Jump with me, you say.
We do.
But as we fall together,
You begin to notice, that I am distant.
There is a part of me that does not smile.
Not for you.
I didnt think I could be like this.
I didnt think youd notice
& if you did,
I didnt think youd care.
But you tell me, Youre cold.
And I begin wonder if you do.
Still we fall together
But now I reach out to you,
Still half in, yet now half out
Of the cold,
And I start to realize,
Youre like that too.
Stranded
At 3.08 in the morning, we talk. Finally.
But its still not enough.
I never asked for more because I was afraid to.
I still am, so I dont ask.
You didnt ask either.
The only thing I asked of you was friendship,
And your word to keep me safe.
You failed, and I was too proud to ask for help.
No, you failed me, and I didnt trust you enough to ask.
Id been treated like shit all night,
Its all in good fun, just a joke.
But then you abandoned me there.
I wanted to hate you.
I hated you.
I couldnt hate you.
So I hated myself instead.
Disgusted at myself for being so stupid.
Used me
The Harlequin as Witness
Of course I rarely spoke, but not because I was forbidden to do so. Shakespeare has a wonderful phrase as such that the Fool who is not, says "Speak less than though knowest… and thou shall have more."
So, taking advice from a dead man who had little of his own original ideas, I speak minimally to learn and conquer.
This is but the court of children; mere children who have formed their own hierarchy. Fortunately, they think it is I that is emotionally deformed.
I speak little, dance most passionately and cry with greatest anguish even if I do not know the happenings around me.
At least that is what they think.
I
Watery Without.
Soft, sporadic rain delights on a day.
Each drop to a head, each head is relieved.
The languorous butterfly kisses become blows of beastly strength.
Anger manifests itself as watery rivulets,
Liquid, chill and stinging.
We retreat to our own created world.
Without, the world rages, unwittingly.
Created deserts have become an ocean, momentarily.
The barrier that keeps apart without and within is breakable.
Without wants to be within, with us.
As we escape, One senses the watery, wrathful Without
Is also Within, a part of a wider world.
But One cant see for the water obscures our vision.
Without hammers down
Cold for so long,
she forgets the comfort
of small things,
that takes little effort
but meant the world
to her becayse free
as sge usm there is
a part of her that sees
only the happy things.
Locked away are her toys
and with them, her optimism.
She's tainted by boys
and their weak promises which
she knows better than to hope
that they'll be kept, and yet
that feathered thing chokes
her, she can't escape it.
Jump
We started this, & I am cold to you.
I didnt know I would be.
I told you, Like this I cannot love.
You were happy with it.
Jump with me, you say.
We do.
But as we fall together,
You begin to notice, that I am distant.
There is a part of me that does not smile.
Not for you.
I didnt think I could be like this.
I didnt think youd notice
& if you did,
I didnt think youd care.
But you tell me, Youre cold.
And I begin wonder if you do.
Still we fall together
But now I reach out to you,
Still half in, yet now half out
Of the cold,
And I start to realize,
Youre like that too.
Stranded
At 3.08 in the morning, we talk. Finally.
But its still not enough.
I never asked for more because I was afraid to.
I still am, so I dont ask.
You didnt ask either.
The only thing I asked of you was friendship,
And your word to keep me safe.
You failed, and I was too proud to ask for help.
No, you failed me, and I didnt trust you enough to ask.
Id been treated like shit all night,
Its all in good fun, just a joke.
But then you abandoned me there.
I wanted to hate you.
I hated you.
I couldnt hate you.
So I hated myself instead.
Disgusted at myself for being so stupid.
Used me
The Harlequin as Witness
Of course I rarely spoke, but not because I was forbidden to do so. Shakespeare has a wonderful phrase as such that the Fool who is not, says "Speak less than though knowest… and thou shall have more."
So, taking advice from a dead man who had little of his own original ideas, I speak minimally to learn and conquer.
This is but the court of children; mere children who have formed their own hierarchy. Fortunately, they think it is I that is emotionally deformed.
I speak little, dance most passionately and cry with greatest anguish even if I do not know the happenings around me.
At least that is what they think.
I
bleeeeeeh
Feeling really sick today....
Dying...
fuzzy...
No appetite.... (not the kind where you feel like throwing up, or the runs, just like you can't eat food cos it'll just sit uncomfortably there on your table.)
Tired...
Havent eaten dinner...
something tells me I'm dying.
Grandmother, I think I'm coming to join you soon.
My grandmother died in the early hours of friday morning, on the 16th of March.
She was very dear to me, even though I only saw her rarely.
I was trying to save up money to fly over to HongKong to see her one last time, because her health was failing drastically.
I estimated I had 3 months, obviously I didn't know how seriously ill she was. and so I missed seeing her.
We found out at 6.50am (australian time). I had 15 minutes to get ready to go to Uni.
I didn't end up going to Uni that morning.
Rest in peace my beloved grandmother.