what is with these ballet shoes?
I've been dancing, dancing
But they are starting to wear out
what is with this resignation
plausibility
i'm still strapped to the ribbons on my feet
the artist sings her song.
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Monday, August 1, 2011
jealousy
Jealousy,
You are my mind's purity-stealer,
You are my heart's peace-intruder,
You are my life's divinity - invader!
You are my mind's purity-stealer,
You are my heart's peace-intruder,
You are my life's divinity - invader!
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
onward,
it is seven thirty
past the break of dawn
sweeping, fli cker ing
flirtatiously
f a i n t ly
beckoning my restless body
an inkling of dreams
but i cannot, and i succumb to the grip of my pencil
and the social network of which i whore shamelessly
only thinking of a singer's resonating tune that will greet me soon
and the sweet interference of morality
Friday, May 6, 2011
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Thursday, January 28, 2010
First Day
squeak.
first day.
peeling walls.
the drone of the air conditioner,
reverberating engine, whirring, singing its tune of awakening once again
I sit at my wooden desk
and I breathe the stale air of work
and the plastic smells of computers
and I listen
to the sounds of a movie playing
my mind is ticking
in a constant beat.
constant.
Warm yellow lights, they fill my eyes
I glance at my boss's table
in its lovely, cluttered glory
A loaf of bread, wires entwined like the exposed roots of an ancient tree
half eaten lunch, chopstick peeking from the side of its styrofoam box
piles and piles of loose paper
screaming to be shredded
they smile at me.
and again the smells, the old paint
organised mess
I think of my room at home
poring over paintings,
my lamp light at night.
and I sigh.
First day.
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