Remember the Jumping Boy

As he frolics about and laughs without a care. When he runs and screams in joy And falls and cries and runs and screams again. There is no tomorrow, no yesterday.There is nothing but this, the jumping. And that is all we have, this, the present. There is no tomorrow and no yesterday. When you …

I won’t say it

I can’t bring myself to say what I feel for you. I’ve said it before, to others, and where I thought honey would fill their ears and mine, it left grating sand in my mouth that I still spit to this day. Listen to this song again, really listen. So what do I feel? I’ll …

Junkie

I think I know how a drug addict feels, or an alcoholic: that constant ache for the next high, how everything pales in splendour when the needle pierces the skin, when the bottle touches the lips, and heaven seeps into the veins. I sit waiting for a whisper, anything, from her, just to remind myself …

Empty/ Silence

A silence that words cannot fill grows between us, A silence that swallows all words, Empties them. And empty words are better left unspoken. And so the silence between us grows.  

A Different Place

Coming back to the same place as a different person, Seeing different things the same way. It’s a different place and you’re the same person. Coming back to a different place as the same person, Seeing the same things differently. It’s the same place and you’re a different person. Coming back to a different person …

In anger

, everything we do seems justified, and justifiable: the cursing, the screaming, the coldness and aloofness, the general unbecoming behaviour we often exhibit in these tense moments. Our words seem to come from the bottom of hell’s well, and however well-intentioned they may be, they come across as pure bile. In that moment, we forget …

Milestones

I don’t like my birthday. Well, that’s not completely accurate. I enjoy the fleeting attention and warm regards from family and friends, but that’s it. I do, however, celebrate other people’s birthdays, and I’ll be the first to wish you a good ‘un, when I remember. I find it is a constant reminder of the …

When Words Fail (Or Not)

We’re often unable to say the important things, our heart-felt truths, our wants and desires, our irks and vexations, especially when we’re doing our damndest to express ourselves. We know what we’d like to say, lucidly, yet bringing it out is a horrendous struggle. We hem and we haw, and uhm and erm, and we …

She… Except

She is soft where I’m hard, She is hard where I’m soft. Her lips taste of honey and pepper, Supple, moist and inviting. Temptation is her song, Lust is her rhythm And she resonates to my beating heart. When we’re together, nothing else matters. Except that we have work tomorrow and I shouldn’t be too …

Revel

I can no more nurse a beer than I can nurse a broken heart. I sip, then I find myself gulping. I stay away from love, from feeling, then I find myself plunging, drowning. While I’m inebriated, I’ll revel in this stupidity. Tomorrow is for regret.