My Oktober

Yesterday at 10:57pm

"No Use For A Name"
leads me to you
am fast and silly
you reserved and careful
you are so European
and that is kinda cool.


you think me funny
I think you sweet
we never talked or met
only did we Tweet.

I want to write,
to remember, to sing
to never forget
a song, a poem
and its meaning.

for this won't
stay as Time is
still walking.


Back in September,
We were strangers.
Now that story is sweetly over.
Tonight I named you
My Oktober.

On the August Bed Writing

Monday, August 24, 2009 at 9:46pm

August, is sickness your partner?
You strapped me on this indifferent bed
And killed the best part of everyone.
And now that your end is closer
I still got no one

Lying beside me.

August, is death your partner?
Will he get me before Mom comes back?
Auntie is checking on me
Making sure I am safe sound and sober.
When will I be free
From your indifferent power?

My tears are boiling
And my breath, burning.
The tiger is banging again and again
And again. When will it stop
Running in my little head?
Will it keep doing
What its doing
Until I'm dead?

Remember, I Tell My Own Story

Thursday, August 20, 2009 at 10:43pm

This battle I never meant to fight
You hunted me down
and I became your worthless prize.
Wait, wait, that only is
the story from your side.

You thought you worked me up
and me won over.
Sorry, Charming, every story has
more than one side.
I lay myself in your arms
but my heart, never.
You may think I lie
and that is your business.
Two minutes ago I wanted to cry
But perhaps that was also me acted.
You can never read what I think,
never could, never will.
This is the story from my side
and it is Me who tells.

You thought I was common
you were wrong.
You wanted me that way
and for a bit I did play along.
But what you never get is to
see Me think or hear me sing.
Remember, Charming,
look is the only thing you've got,
and soon enough this will all rot.
You are certain I'll be there for you.
Well FYI, I'm so not.

Ps. 'Cause the only thing I fancy much about you,
is that short-lived look
you got.

An Angry Thing

it has come again, it has

an angry thing...

spiteful, self beating.

shut.

my limbs

heavy, my mind,

wild.

piercing words

arrowing, spelling

an unfeeling

cry.

you tasted my dream

weaving it to reality

while i sit here reading

Scrutiny,

deadened.

Strawberry Smoothies

I am drinking Strawberry Smoothies
This time all by myself
A Solo trip to Memory
Yes. Me and no one else.

Something tickling my left cheek
Your strong but tender thumb
My body didn't go weak
Nor did it go numb.

Yet I think it was adorable.

I drink some more Strawberry Smoothies
and so did you that day.
You always order strawberries and kiwi
'It's healthy' I think you'd say.
Cliches..Yes!

I still think it was adorable.

I drink the last bit of My Strawberry Smoothies,
thinking of you and Australia
feeling far from empty.
I can't wait for you to be here.

So I can savor My Strawberry,
and You, Your Kiwi.

Isn't this adorable?

I Am Not A Lady Of Images

I am not a lady of images
nor am i a poetess.
tho like them, myself is meant to write
But not in the same way those great ladies might

For i am a woman of my time
long not echo the tunes they used to chime.
My words are i. myself. me.
not shaded. not clouded. neither not
exactly what you see.

I am a lady of colored exclamation.
Myself am of great profusion.
I am out here so the world could see
Fear i not being called a loony
I shall never change the way I write
For you may not like it, but others might!

I Should Stay Away From Me

it's all a lie. it's all your game
think its not on you who I to blame
I dont know what to say or feel
what he said was so true and too real
I am now scared of myself
scared to talk or share this to anybody else.
it is now 3 minutes past my birthday
what i am doing is crying it away
I got lots friends and yet none
needed them. they never there
there's nothing they could have done.
I am just too much of me
thinking thinking thinking
i need it stop already!
Feelings are too easily crushed
what can it do, this thing called trust?
Can I believe all things told by you
and at the same time everything he says too?
Was i born yesterday?
falling into pool of words everybody says.
I need to break this cycle
crying every night should not be possible.
I still want the bright soul to stay in
wish i knew how to begin.
I am too closed to sadness and this
relationship should soon
end.