30 September 2007
6:01 AM
with you in oblivionwandering through the halls of oblivion
on a cold and cloudy night,
as the street lamps hover above in a blissful mist.
headlights zooming in and out in a sea of yellow
while the Cross of Calvary looms ahead.
the darkness that engulfs the undergrowth behind speaks of
untold terrors
but a sense of hope and wonderment.
curiosity killed the cat, perhaps. yet
what a lovely death.
we whisper of truths with unleashed power
as our minds drift far from the scene.
zoom. zoom. zoom. they pass.
all this while we sit together at
the lone bench that extends into the underground realm.
taking in the beauty.
drawing in the wafts.
soaking up the sounds.
lost in our minds.
me in your arms.
you in my head.
as the river of light courses its way
down
down
down
(currently titleless)
welcome by the whirring of the fan in oscillation,
i stepped into my santuary of peace.
the night was hushed and without rustle,
window looking upon a splay of fragmented light.
an image of millions of microscopic stars,
beads of lights scrambling about in the galaxy.
wondering what it'd be like to lie on the grass
with you, star-gazing.
i am reminded of the promise "just for your sake",
crawl solemnly into bed.
the feeling of falling,
free falling,
flying
downward.
this is where begins
dreams
and horrors too.
27 September 2007
8:17 PM
i just realised something.
eLITist:DD
one night i am going i want to go to clarke quay/esplanade! (dates back to the first time i started writing it on my MUST DO list...)
every time i read such stuff, i really don't know what to say. or think, for that matter.that's why sometimes i can't stand myself. or the way i do that. or the way i think. it's not that i'm not proud of it, it just drives me crazy at times.
and i hate the way you mess up my mind, but i love the way you do too.
i'm just waiting for the day some professional medical doctor tells me i'm bipolar. again. it's not that i want to. it's just,
maybe it's time.
25 September 2007
11:03 PM
like screaming in an enclosed room;
the echoes simply bounce back and smack you right in the face.
it's been a depressingly unpoetic week(s).
Out! Away from me, !
been reaching home past 7 for >1 week and sleeping an average of 4-5 hours every night for an even longer period.
why am i telling you this. why am i telling myself this. why am i bothered by this. since when was lack of sleep a problem.
not to mention, i'm trying to get drunk on chocolate milk.
(wth?!)
one day i will fall asleep on the phone/at the com. it's just a matter of time, you/I/we'll see.
whatever this is, it's just because of ONE REASON:
I LACK SLEEP.
that''s all, okay? thatsallthatsallthatsall. goodnight. goodnight to you too. yes goodnight nowshutupandgotosleepyouidiot.
24 September 2007
10:27 PM
“Remember tonight, for it is the beginning of always. A promise. Like a reward for persisting through life so long alone. A belief in each other and the possibility of love. A decision to ignore, simply rise above the pain of the past. A covenant, which at once binds two souls and yet severs prior ties. A celebration of the chance taken and the challenge that lies ahead. For two will always be stronger than one, like a team braced against the tempest civil world. And love will always be the guiding force in our lives. For tonight is mere formality. Only an announcement to the world of feelings long held. Promises made long ago. In the sacred spaces of our hearts.”
-Lucas Scott
i promise i'll be poetic tomorrow.
19 September 2007
11:51 PM
and it's at such times that i wish i had my piano with me...
17 September 2007
10:40 PM
this goes out to you:
:)
15 September 2007
11:06 AM
In Christ AloneIn Christ alone my hope is found;
He is my light, my strength, my song;
This cornerstone, this solid ground,
Firm through the fiercest drought and storm.
What heights of love, what depths of peace,
When fears are stilled, when strivings cease!
My comforter, my all in all—
Here in the love of Christ I stand.
In Christ alone,
Who took on flesh,
Fullness of God in helpless babe!
This gift of love and righteousness,
Scorned by the ones He came to save.
Till on that cross as Jesus died,
The wrath of God was satisfied;
For ev'ry sin on Him was laid—
Here in the death of Christ I live.
There in the ground His body lay,
Light of the world by darkness slain;
Then bursting forth in glorious day,
Up from the grave He rose again!
And as He stands in victory,
Sin's curse has lost its grip on me;
For I am His and He is mine—
Bought with the precious blood of Christ.
No guilt in life, no fear in death—
This is the pow'r of Christ in me;
From life's first cry to final breath,
Jesus commands my destiny.
No pow'r of hell, no scheme of man,
Can ever pluck me from His hand;
Till He returns or calls me home—
Here in the pow'r of Christ I'll stand.
13 September 2007
1:34 PM
i need to study.who do you think you are? you're not a judge. and you have no idea.
EMPIRICAL SELF.
now it's time to go bang your head on the wall a hundred times and then...
i have no idea either.
dense forests can be quite nice, don't you think?
("maybe la maybe la.")
whatever, i need to study.
it's time to go.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOSER aka SARAH!! :D
05 September 2007
2:23 AM
dishesat the sink
i watch the tiny soap bubbles slide their
way down the aluminium and
into those black holes,
wondering where they will eventually reappear,
if they do.
i always wanted to poke my eye through,
if only i could.
don't those bubbles seem to gleam.
the detergent spreads over my hands like an
eager disease that i truly welcome;
the soaked sponge has a slightly soothing effect,
squish.a lil bit more soap, perhaps.
i pump the dispenser while the liquid
twirls its way into my palm
to form a pretty pool.
the clink and clank of cutlery being shifted.
be careful as you handle them with soapy hands,
they might slip anytime.
placing them on the rack one by one,
like arranging a bed of flowers.
one must ensure they all fit, if not
you'd remove them all and take it from the top.
i must say,
doing the dishes is
therapeutic for someone down in the
ditches.
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i've been spending my entire night (time now, 436am) reading past convos.
so much for sleeping early, huh.
it's just been ____ and i'm missing you already.no, not okay.
