February 2012
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Exposé
What if I were to turn on the lights as bright as they will go and step out of the shadows? What if I were to allow the masks, the costumes, the veil to drop at your feet? What if I were to slowly strip off my conscience, my inhibitions, and lay myself bare? What if I were to peel off my skin, slip out of my exterior, expose myself to your scrutiny? What if I were to open myself up, right here...
January 2012
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Fin
These are the last words I’ll write for you, More out of obligation that a need to confess. A mere formality, only to signal the end.
This is not an outpouring of angst and love, But rather a clinical declaration of the absence of love. This is only to inform you that I am mended- I have restored and repaired myself.
You see, I broke my mirror. I was unable to look myself in the eye And the...
New Year's Resolution:
Churn out a poem/short story/whatever at least once a week on this blog. Let’s hope I can keep it up!
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Old Year/New Year
All my words, and all my thoughts; All that time I wasted, distraught; Might never have existed and can be forgotten now Because there’s no point, I’ve already fired the shot.
I was always in the wrong, stubborn and defiant, Forcing you to be meek and compliant. But then you found your voice and burst from your prison, Shocking me into silence, as small as I was once giant.
My...
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hangin-by-a-moment started following you
emergencyreaction started following you
gibberfish started following you
live-for-the-sounds started following you
Thanks for the follow!
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Game theory
There are a hundred and one ways this could end up, The majority probably disastrous. It is a tangled mass of possibilities, All tied to this upcoming encounter.
A lot of time has elapsed Since the last confrontation And the bitter aftertaste of your half-hearted apology Still stains the air I breathe.
It is a Schrodinger’s Cat situation, But with hundreds of outcomes superposed upon each...
November 2011
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Only after 10pm
Would it be okay for me to say I miss you?
I miss your concentration face your hair and your bad taste in music.
I drew a heart with our names in it. But I coloured outside the lines.
I lost my pencil and used pen instead. But white-out makes things ugly and it’s not the same when you try to write over it.
Also I hear your voice in my head sometimes
and accidentally almost call you to...
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My Hollywood Dream/Monsoon Misery
This is a rewrite of my previous short story, My Hollywood Dream
When I come to LA, it will be summer.
It’s sticky and wet here in Bangkok.
It will be late morning and the sun will be shining. My hair will be long and my smile bright. From the moment I land, my stomach will begin to churn with an elated nervousness. In the immigration queue, I will preen my hair and bite my lips, anxiously...
October 2011
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Implosion
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A smoking barrel, My bleeding toe, A quivering finger barely brushing the trigger.
Burnished steel, Echoing silence, A space of low pressure for the guilt to expand.
Liquid nitrogen shock, Supernova shame, A shape shifting delay between action and thought.
The gaping wound, My guilty mouth, The ever growing list of amends I have to make.
Social boundaries, Poisonous shrapnel, Conventions...
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Helios
My muse is not of flesh and blood, But rather, his skin is woven of starlight, Stretched tenderly over his cheekbones And caressed by soft, dark hair.
Like a star, he burns fiery hot and distant, And I, the observer, hover a few seconds behind. His beauty is redshifted, a little offbeat. He strays from the norm on the road less traveled.
Lyrical solar flares hurtle from his fingers In startling...
September 2011
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"More matter, with less art"
Matter, I have none to consider. I frolic in art, yet create nothing. I am
stagnant
. My thoughts do not flow. They stew and fester in their own slime. An idea strays unbidden into the marsh land of my mind.
The quagmire is treacherous and teasing like a woman. The idea treads gently, naively, on shadow assumptions. Momentarily, it totters, on the brink of consummation-
roadblock.
Beheaded....
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To dream a nice dream. Of how it feels Remind me You
think up.
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Lacuna
Floating softly, sitting upon a sigh, Feeling the air with soft fingertips. Possessed by a dynamic inertia, You tease and tickle me.
Your edges are blurred, I see only fragments of you. I merely have to part the veil To seize the whole.
But you cover your tracks, Leave no breadcrumb trail. I’m clutching at a trail of white smoke, The connection’s slowly fading.
I know that I must have...
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D.is.conne.ct.
dis·con·nect
noun /ˌdiskəˈnekt/ disconnects, plural
A discrepancy or lack of connection
- there can be a disconnect between boardrooms and IT departments when it comes to technology
verb /ˌdiskəˈnekt/ disconnected, past participle; disconnected, past tense; disconnecting, present participle; disconnects, 3rd person singular present
Break the connection of or between
- take all...
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Ye Dazzling Beauty
Written at age 8.
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more fair and sweet, Like a glistening angel in the blue skies. From one end of the world to the other, There is no one like thee. The sun doth shine like gold, But can never shine like thy eyes. Thy hair shimmereth like the moon’s reflection in the soft waters of a lake, But thy hair is softer than a swan’s...
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Candlelit Dinner For One
Dim the lamps and light the candles, Lay the table for one. Fill the glasses and serve the salad, No need to wait for anyone.
Acoustic guitars and mournful vocals, Explosions of flavour on the tongue. Soft light thrown against the walls, But there’s only the shadow of one.
Silver cutlery clinking together, The muted crunching of walnuts. It is not completely silent, but yet, A...
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Dress Up Games
So many different people that I want to be. So many new identities to try. It’s like playing dress up, an improv game in drama.
I want to be an astronaut. I want to be a star. I want to live on a beach in Greece. I want to own a bar.
I want to be an artist, live out my life on stage. And look back at all the things I’ve achieved, when I’m wrinkly and grey with age.
So many different people...
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Terms and Conditions
Let’s play a game. Come on, it’ll be fun. Just for a little while?
Note: this game is best played with two players.
Same gender, opposite gender, don’t really care. We just need two young, beautiful, lonely people. We’re flexible on the young and lonely, just make sure you’re beautiful!
I’ll be player 1, you be player 2.
Here’s how it goes. Terms and...
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The Cookie Jar
I feel like a child again, doing something I know I shouldn’t. It’s like waking up at midnight, knowing you should be asleep. It’s like eating too much candy, knowing it’ll rot your teeth. It’s like sneaking a look at that Grown Up Movie, knowing that you’re too young. It’s like not being afraid of getting caught, knowing you’ll be forgiven before long.
But it’s not the same. The stakes are...
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06:53, 10th August 2011, Bedroom, Delhi.
The best things in this world are scarce in quantity, but rich in quality.
The same can be said of you and me.
It is but human nature to imagine all the couldhavebeens and whatifs. Our constant lament is “If only! If only we’d had more time!” If only. There is so much yet to discover.
People in this world I have yet to meet, Books on my shelf I have yet to read, Thoughts in my head I have yet...
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The Contract
It glides off my tongue, the utterance I regret.
An articulation of dependence, really a thinly veiled threat.
With three words I gave you my freedom and I’m thrown into debt.
The entire world, no less, my crime they aid and abet.
I suffer the penalty of speaking before thinking,
A gaudy smile paints my face as I clip my own wings.
The mechanical motions of a lover I must continue...
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The morning I departed for New York clouds grew like mould on the opressive blanket that was the early morning sky. Dawn is supposed to be beautiful, but Bangkok’s pollution made it repulsively ugly. But then again, this was probably a transferred epithet. I was not in the best of moods, having been foreced to wake up at way-too-fucking-early o’clock to begin a full 36 hours of airport lounges...
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Bad Behaviour
Based on a true story
Across the road from my apartment there is a dog park. It’s not quite the dog park you’d expect it to be, there are no shaggy golden retrievers playing Frisbee with their owners or Dalmatians sitting sedately sunbathing. Instead, it looks more like a Californian strip mall comprised of a narrow grassy lawn lined with the kind of boutique shops that probably have bought...
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Drip
drip drip drip from every orifice. drip drip drip dripping fluid.
The fluid is sorrow, disease, and pain; the fluid is stagnant, flowing, it’s all the same. An escapee of Pandora’s box.
Choke. Spit. Gag. Unnh.
It drips to the back of my throat, unceasingly, unforgivingly. There, it solidifies into shards of glass, eliciting crimson fluid from the crimson walls.
Swallowing hurts. Drinking...
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Disillusionment
There is a fragile thread, extending from my sternum to yours. This thread is difficult to weave, but easy to unravel. This thread is not uniform along its length. Wide near my heart, narrow near yours, its diameter an indication of the flow. But to my oblivious eye, we are equals. In my eyes, you give what you take: the law of conservation of energy. In your eyes, I am a tributary to your river...
August 2011
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Herro derrr...
I haven’t quite got this blog up and running yet, but you’re welcome to check out thiswaymadnesslies which is my personal!