falling
•November 23, 2009 • 4 Commentsone word
•November 10, 2009 • 3 Commentswhat is that one word
that you repeat everytime
sometimes above whisper
or just reflected in your eyes
one word that is clearly heard
in a peaceful night or daylight
brighter than the stars
softer than the clouds
more powerful than the sun
more soothing than lullabies
I’d like to know that one word
so I can dance in the same rhythm
I’d like to come that far
where you struggle and you smile
where you bow and you fly
what is that one word
that fulfills your heart
overflows into my heart…
no body
•November 8, 2009 • 4 Comments
i am No Body.
i can be Any Thing i want to be.
what am i to you, though?
nobody?
or merely a body.
the poem
•October 12, 2009 • 1 Commentthe poem should’ve been written down on a piece of paper,
or crafted in a piece of dance.
it’s been teasing two minds.
should’ve hold hands and made it all possible.
it’s been felt.
all this time invisible, yet vividly felt.
immortalized in each blood cell of the poets.
can’t ever tell nobody what beauty really is.
no evidence.
it just won’t make any sense, the poem.
and they could’ve lasted forever.
tomorrow, perhaps
•October 12, 2009 • 3 Commentsyou are the fire that burns
inside the crying flute
i need to believe in rebirth
to be able to touch you
.
behind this satin curtain far from the crowd, i see
your silhouette dance the night away
.
your eyes, i can’t see
are they flickering with anger
shining while mouth obliviously chanting
are they weeping with agony
.
or staring at the silver stars
listening to the one that’s tempting you with its careless laughter
like when life was young
what’s now surreal was actually real
.
there’s no such thing as time machine
but there should be a second chance
like tomorrow
perhaps, we will have tomorrow
the shrine is empty
•October 12, 2009 • 3 Comments
John William Waterhouse: The Shrine - 1895
the shrine is empty!
my lord has taken all the reasons away with him.
tears fall, when i see love is not a possession.
fall on my knees, when i see he no longer gives me strength.
i close my eyes and wait…
perhaps he will come back.
i get up and dance without rhythm…
perhaps he will come back.
(to fix the broken things)
i dance and, each turn i take paints one old color back.
each of my heartbeat and footstep whisper the old rhythm back.
come back, my lord!
haven’t i breathed life back into this shrine for you?
i get up and dance.
i close my eyes and wait.
fall on my knees when i see, he no longer gives me strength.
tears fall when i see, love is not a possession.
return
•October 10, 2009 • Leave a Commentleia
•June 29, 2009 • 6 Commentsyou know what, leia…
my best friend has made me love you
long before you snuggled inside her tummy
secretly, i did want you to look like me
and even dance like i do
how was it like, leia, to be loved by hands that stroke you gently
voice that sang to you softly
soul that whispered prayers for you cos you were her baby
your mom has made me love you
since you were a dream in the process of coming true
do you remember me?
she wanted you to be a light bearer,
like me
bring that light and forever shine down on her
leia
all of her dreams come true,
all of her dreams come true
high heels
•June 12, 2009 • Leave a Comment
I don’t feel like
putting on those high heels by myself today
Instead, I
am searching for your hands
Your eyes that scrutinize the shape of my feet
Up to my legs
And rest in my eyes
I don’t know why you spark
Or why your smile so soothing and
warm
But your hands that escort those high heels to my feet
Rub and
tingle my skin gently
And you got me shiver in ecstasy
My hair follicle beam
Never ever before in my life
have I felt so
beautiful
A high heel lifted up in the air
I show you how much I
love you
i swing closer
•June 9, 2009 • 3 CommentsFor CafeWriting’s May/June Project:
I can’t bear my longing for the sun
Let me sleep the night away
Let me bathe in the starlight
Before I sleep the night away
Starlight puffs my dream come true
.
Time shifts closer to the moment
I swing closer to where you are
And heart will beat faster
And each second tick slower
Every song flow me in the air
Every good sign throw me down
I die and revive with anticipation
Turning my face away from the black sky
I can’t bear my longing for the sun
I want to wake up
Swinging closer to where you are









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