The City of Love

I wish I could have taken you to Paris, We could have sat on the steps of Montmartre, Beneath the shade of Sacre-Coeur, As we looked down upon the city under our feet, Every side street an artery pumping life stemming from the heart of Notre-Dame, And from up here, we’ll see eye to eye…

Whole Again

Every night she is staring at the very same mirror, smeared with strangers staring back. She can’t find nor recognize herself anymore, and so one night, she stops looking. Every night her soul is floating in the space between her face and this estranged reflection. She hears the walls murmuring, admiring the touch of her…

A Pledge

I will clench onto her hands, like a lost child who has been found. I will gaze at her face so intently till a crimson colour seeps into her veins, and races towards her cheeks. I will draw that other half of her smile, the one she once lost among a sea of strangers. I…

Which One Are You?

Some will push me higher, while others will drag me down. Some will soar with my thoughts, while others will crawl with my shadows. Some will fill me up, pouring pieces of their own soul into me, while others will empty me with bitterness and their noise. Some might say that I am a wordsmith,…

All that I Can See

I can see a dimly rainbow-lit bridge. I can see us, wearing yesterday. I can see a middle-aged architecture alley, with gargoyles staring at us. I can see the whole place wondering aloft a cloud, right next to me. I can see a bench, two lovers, and a blinding light that I mistake for the…

Dressed in Moonlight

Her honeyed words of light seduce me tonight. I see her dressed in that transparent black dress, parting the starry night sky, walking right up to me. She place her fingertips so softly on the nape of my neck, as if she’s tuning her violin to play. Her mermaid hair strewn all over my face,…

Redefining Beauty

Her peaceful smile is more of a ritual, rather than an expression of joy, as if she’s sacrificing a part of herself just to feel once more.  Her melodic voice is more of a hymn, rather than of dreary frequencies of sound, as if she’s summoning a divine being, one with an outstretched hand. Her…

Five Days of Drowning

DAY ONE Have you ever quenched your thirst with an unfilled cup? Or drenched yourself completely in a heavy rainfall, under a clear azure sky? Have you ever emotionally moved the heart of a heartless soul? Or became the soul of its bleak shadow, latched unto transience? She may ask me how’s my day going,…

I Can See Her

I can hear her smiling today, I can see her, pierced by a thousand gazes, admiring her beauty, her very elegance, Her golden lustrous aura spills of sunlight, blinding them, telling them that she can see none. But still, does the sun ever distinguish the wavering speck of cosmic dust? I can trace her thoughts…

Have You

Have you ever sat in a corner, watching the world around you? Have you ever looked out from your darkness, to see how others fall and pick themselves up? Have you ever smiled at the beauty of the sky, only to notice some red eyes walking by? Have you salivate over your senses, and have…