177: tenanglah hati

tak henti-henti
aku berhati-hati
dari menyakiti hati

kenapa aku sentiasa
tentang hatiku sendiri

- tenanglah hati, 2025-01-30, 2.40pm


tak henti-henti 

aku berhati-hati

dari menyakiti hati


tapi kenapa aku sentiasa

tentang hatiku sendiri


- tenanglah hati, 2020-11-03, 1.40pm

176: sweater weather

today,
we collectively hold our breaths as
covert agents continue to take hostage 
of millions in its path like there's no tomorrow

amidst all the rage against iron fists that
ignore the pleas of those in the front lines and
the plights of those they are supposed to protect,
as systems break down and dreams fall apart,
my apocalyptic anxiety is offset
by drizzle
tickling my soul as i face
the blue sky that keeps getting darker

as the world continues to crash and burn
and nothing makes much sense,
i wish i had
a soul connection


- 20201005

175: librated

you stormed into my life like a typhoon.

swept me off my feet 
as i get whisked into the air
in a single smoky breath.
restless, relentless spirit, 
a thing of mystery and wander;
an acquired sight to behold
from afar.

at the whiff of your scent on another body, 
words escape me
while memories rush in:

your salty skin on the tip of my tongue,
your warm hands squeezing my sides,
your books on my bedside table,
the sight of unanswered blue ticks
the soft toothbrush i left behind
the silence of blocked calls
 and i am grounded again.

- 2025-01-30 14:46


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you stormed into my life like a typhoon,
a restless spirit sweeping me off my feet
in a single smoky breath -
relentless,
a thing of mystery and wonder,
an acquired sight to behold from afar,
a ride
  i cannot stay on.

yet, at the whiff of your scent on another body, words escape me
i think of your salty skin on the tip of my tongue,
the warmth of your hands on mine, and
the things we left for each other:
my toothbrush at your place
your books beside my bed
and the sound of blue ticks signalling
  that i am grounded again.

- 2020-01-23 20:08

174: under deconstruction

if i could redo it all
i'd like my only breakdowns to be walls
in film or fortune or fictional flicks
or diaries or dance or with drumming sticks
or poems or prose or photos galore,
in all the above, and so much more
because
now
my soul is too old
to wound and weave
timeless legends
and tasteful lies.

maybe
i am destined to tell tales
just
maybe

not
in  this  lifetime


2am musings.

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