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Sunday, February 5, 2012

"my plastic cup"

drifting now along the sweating mob,
along the boulevards and forgotten alleys;
my feet itch haughtily
   for the touch of some unfamiliar streets.

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

"idle"

"blur"

it is this shimmering enchantment that sustains me through the many tumults of my days..

"sweet"

one day he left.. without even a farewell. and my poems suddenly became stillborn.. and i'm melting.

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

"light"

here is the light of hope in your despairing night..
here is the living poem in your sweetly throbbing book..
here is the woman of your dreams.
Take her. Take her..
please wash away my uncertainties..
i kept running up the stairs only to find out there's really nothing in there but silhouetted remnants..

"Unspoken Love"



i picked a bunch of flowers for you, it's a thing to do, and they were all yellow..