if i did what i said I'd say what i do because i never know
what it is i did to you with you for you or
what it is i said to you for you with you  
so i'd rather say what i do than do what i say
because in the end it seems both are the same
be it said or done or unsaid or undone
because in the end i never know which 
was said and which was done 
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so much in me wishes to issue in the form of words out of me and they come out in dribs and drabs not the way they usually do but it's just the way they do sometimes especially mostly most probably in times of sweet music an overactive mind a yearning desire what-to-call-it maybe addiction? to the need for someone to recognise my presence and ( Read more... )

i sit, the next morning, after occupying my mind so prone to wander with tutorials, casual chit-chat and dramatics, on this chair, in this room, alone. although the voice of keren ann sings in french and breathes 'elsewhere..., elsewhere..." on loop i am sane enough to say i am where exactly i want to be. despite the tangible shadows of us ( Read more... )

you came ( Read more... )

    
you return
bringing your word with you.
too long a comma
makes strange the sentence 
i didn't think
i didn't know
how to finish.

i do still love you,
and it spills over the period
but that's bad grammar
no?

     
you left,
bringing your word with you.

since then, 
you've been a sentence
i could never complete.

i would like to love you 
maybe again,
then forever,
but

  
there are so many things people need to stop doing:

North Korean scientists need to stop testing nuclear weapons
Brazilian loggers need to stop cutting down the Amazon
Chinese Uighurs need to stop protesting and destroying things

Singaporeans need to stop using plastic bags like how they use water
Singaporeans need to stop using water like they use ( Read more... )

   
dated 5th June 2009

On the train at 6:10pm, Friday -- auntie, please be careful how you hold the paperbag, it's going up and down my groin and giving me sensations better left unsaid.

dated 3rd July 2009

I believe a book is imminent. Epiphanies on the train -- seeing a teenage girl laying her woeful face upon the shoulder of another newly- ( Read more... )

  
O how heavy this body is,
my soul wishes to soar! 
To those days, again, 
we lay beside each other,
telling stories with the
shapes of the passing clouds.

where are we now? 
  

so take your guns out ( Read more... )