Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Sunday, February 26, 2012
It breaks my heart.
The destruct of this world.
Suicides, people killing, people dying.
The pain of others, their unheard cries for help.
Wrong paths, wrong choices, absence of faith.
If only they knew of God, and how much He loves them.
That their pain could be eased.
That their worries and troubles could be swept away.
That it's not too late for them. Their broken hearts could be restored.
Their distraught minds could find peace.
If only they knew what awaits, what could be theirs.
That life on this world is nothing. This world is nothing.
That everything will all truly be okay if only they follow His ways.
It breaks my heart, the divide in humanity.
The lonely arms that need just but a hug.
That boy, that girl, somewhere out there...
knowing that just a word, that a simple word could change their lives.
Their destiny.
It sincerely breaks my heart in a way beyond my own understanding,
but it also raises me in a way beyond it all--to fight.
To fight not only for myself, for all that I do for myself is for Him,
But also for them. For my brothers and sisters.
My love for humanity expands in such a way, a manner beyond and above.
My chest in flames, in firing desire for change. For rescue. For salvation.
I'll give my all, all that I am, all that I have,
and bring forth positive change.
I won't go down those pity paths,
I'll rise above, and I'll bring my people with me.
Together we'll devour grape clusters in the other realm.
The destruct of this world.
Suicides, people killing, people dying.
The pain of others, their unheard cries for help.
Wrong paths, wrong choices, absence of faith.
If only they knew of God, and how much He loves them.
That their pain could be eased.
That their worries and troubles could be swept away.
That it's not too late for them. Their broken hearts could be restored.
Their distraught minds could find peace.
If only they knew what awaits, what could be theirs.
That life on this world is nothing. This world is nothing.
That everything will all truly be okay if only they follow His ways.
It breaks my heart, the divide in humanity.
The lonely arms that need just but a hug.
That boy, that girl, somewhere out there...
knowing that just a word, that a simple word could change their lives.
Their destiny.
It sincerely breaks my heart in a way beyond my own understanding,
but it also raises me in a way beyond it all--to fight.
To fight not only for myself, for all that I do for myself is for Him,
But also for them. For my brothers and sisters.
My love for humanity expands in such a way, a manner beyond and above.
My chest in flames, in firing desire for change. For rescue. For salvation.
I'll give my all, all that I am, all that I have,
and bring forth positive change.
I won't go down those pity paths,
I'll rise above, and I'll bring my people with me.
Together we'll devour grape clusters in the other realm.
Friday, February 24, 2012
Sunday, February 19, 2012
He gave me a heart-shaped box of chocolates,
filled with lifesaver gummy rings and gummy worms.
He's an attentive listener, something I like.
I gave him a rectangle-shaped box of chocolates,
didn't opt for the heart. Hid a note inside instead.
We held hands, shared laughs, hugged,
and kissed.
We kissed until our lips became swollen.
Even after that, we kissed.
We kissed like we meant it,
even if that wasn't the case.
There was no case to be proven, in fact.
My lips feverishly pressed against his
his fingers with precision traced every contour of my back.
A hidden intention, displayed for each eye their own to see.
A cold February night
out in the open
exposed and caught within
the contaminated air
of plastic romance.
Breathing became essential.
Bliss.
Bliss.
Maroon
crimson
ignorant
bliss.
His heart beat against the brick wall
my swerving thoughts by this point muted.
Poles apart,
Lost for words.
Was it love? no.
But he held me as if it were
and I caressed him as if I knew it.
Words seemed foreign
Body language is all we had left.
It's not as if it were the end,
but it does no harm to pretend.
The drinks from the night before,
series of books read after that,
none of that mattered there and then.
In the midst of intertwine,
throughout the sighs of make-believe,
we were just two golden fools
content with the obsolete of Roman rules.
filled with lifesaver gummy rings and gummy worms.
He's an attentive listener, something I like.
I gave him a rectangle-shaped box of chocolates,
didn't opt for the heart. Hid a note inside instead.
We held hands, shared laughs, hugged,
and kissed.
We kissed until our lips became swollen.
Even after that, we kissed.
We kissed like we meant it,
even if that wasn't the case.
There was no case to be proven, in fact.
My lips feverishly pressed against his
his fingers with precision traced every contour of my back.
A hidden intention, displayed for each eye their own to see.
A cold February night
out in the open
exposed and caught within
the contaminated air
of plastic romance.
Breathing became essential.
Bliss.
Bliss.
Maroon
crimson
ignorant
bliss.
His heart beat against the brick wall
my swerving thoughts by this point muted.
Poles apart,
Lost for words.
Was it love? no.
But he held me as if it were
and I caressed him as if I knew it.
Words seemed foreign
Body language is all we had left.
It's not as if it were the end,
but it does no harm to pretend.
The drinks from the night before,
series of books read after that,
none of that mattered there and then.
In the midst of intertwine,
throughout the sighs of make-believe,
we were just two golden fools
content with the obsolete of Roman rules.
Friday, February 10, 2012
I
don't
think
I'll
ever
be
able
to
get
over
this
man.
Thom Yorke, I'm in love with you more than you'll ever know (unless I miraculously get to meet you in person someday, of course.) But, it's not that I-want-to-lick-your-face-off kind of love, no. It's far much more than that. Gratitude, at the least. For helping me get by this thing called life during the long-worn days, and hyper-hearted nights of my youth.
Thursday, February 9, 2012
"And it came to me then. That we were wonderful traveling companions but in the end no more than lonely lumps of metal in their own separate orbits. From far off they look like beautiful shooting stars, but in reality they’re nothing more than prisons, where each of us is locked up alone, going nowhere. When the orbits of these two satellites of ours happened to cross paths, we could be together. Maybe even open our hearts to each other. But that was only for the briefest moment. In the next instant we’d be in absolute solitude. Until we burned up and became nothing."
- Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart
"So she had to satisfy herself with the idea of love — loving the loving of things whose existence she didn’t care at all about. Love itself became the object of her love. She loved herself in love, she loved loving love, as love loves loving, and was able, in that way, to reconcile herself with a world that fell so short of what she would have hoped for. It was not the world that was the great and saving lie, but her willingness to make it beautiful and fair, to live a once-removed life, in a world once-removed from the one in which everyone else seemed to exist."
- Everything is Illuminated, Jonathan Safran Foer
"I began to draw an invisible boundary between myself and other people. No matter who I was dealing with. I maintained a set distance, carefully monitoring the person’s attitude so that they wouldn’t get any closer. I didn’t easily swallow what other people told me. My only passions were books and music."
- Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
This song has stuck with me ever since I first heard Holy (Hilary Swank)
singing along with it on the film "P.S. I Love You."
It both broke my heart and became my favorite part of the film all at once.
Every here and then (when I'm home alone)
I enjoy having my own little reenactments of the scene.
Minus the suspenders (cos' I don't own any...yet, of course.)
singing along with it on the film "P.S. I Love You."
It both broke my heart and became my favorite part of the film all at once.
Every here and then (when I'm home alone)
I enjoy having my own little reenactments of the scene.
Minus the suspenders (cos' I don't own any...yet, of course.)
I'd been quite intrigued by Andy Warhol since high school, but ever since I studied him in my art history class last semester, I've since then become rather obsessed. He was so eccentric, and real. Quite an outcast, underdog, misunderstood... yet he made a movement all his own, one that still lives even years after his death. He was the main reason for my stop at M.O.M.A during my trip to New York City. And standing face to face with his work... well, it was a heavenly experience.
One that I'll cherish until my limbs turn to stone.
One that I'll cherish until my limbs turn to stone.
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Saturday, February 4, 2012
An occasioned thought.
Friday, February 3, 2012
I like the way you look at me,
your eyes filled
with words
with wonder
impatience
and want.
"What's your name?," they ask me,
"And since when has your favourite color been blue?"
"Are you fond of Cough Syrup?"
"What plus what gives you two?"
In my mind, my sandy eyes are the ocean.
An open invitation, won't you take a dive?
Clashing waves of endless answers
expanded sea of restless nights.
I like the way you look through me,
your eyes see past my typhoon lies.
And they take me home,
they take me home,
your silent word-filled eyes.
your eyes filled
with words
with wonder
impatience
and want.
"What's your name?," they ask me,
"And since when has your favourite color been blue?"
"Are you fond of Cough Syrup?"
"What plus what gives you two?"
In my mind, my sandy eyes are the ocean.
An open invitation, won't you take a dive?
Clashing waves of endless answers
expanded sea of restless nights.
I like the way you look through me,
your eyes see past my typhoon lies.
And they take me home,
they take me home,
your silent word-filled eyes.
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
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