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Monday 24 February 2014

Poem: Poets' Sleep

Poet's Sleep, 1989, by Chang Houg Ahn



before they pour down on these pages
I strive to make my thoughts comprehensible
yet sleep captures me; into a dream I flee every time
silence – a familiar friend – accompanies
the feet of a wanderer
muse has been throwing rocks at my window
broken glass lays scattered
showing skulls of people lost forever
like my voice immersed in these poems
words captured together forming skeletons of ideas
who will recite them and hear me?
nonetheless, my journey through the fields
of imagination is a passion I don't question
I will be returning to them
until death infuses my flesh
- and even after, my spirit wishes
to haunt these skeletons it created
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Written as a poetry prompt Mag #208.

Saturday 22 February 2014

Poem: Crestfallen




what if it were us
crestfallen in a semi-ruined city
observing our fragile lives collide
lost the instructions on how to be human
burying chances which could've made a difference
how many times have we been here before?
roaming the abandoned valleys
a collection of dismal smiles
haunts the stones that once made a home
those hours shared under the roof
future contains possibilities
of our unwritten stories we hold inside
for doubt eats them raw
and we fear what our words might initiate
if the dust of the universe is ever-present
then why aren't our building blocks stronger?
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Sunday 16 February 2014

Poem: To hear you breathe

Photo of a postcard that was on a calendar.


in silence I awake, like thousand times before
conversations I keep unfolding with made-up faces
storms we create with stories we tell ourselves
the truth we find to be ice cold and lies covering like dust
we fail to keep the magic locked up
it disappears as if someone was shooting arrows at it
human voice becomes fragile against the tide of time
through a frozen forest I can still hear an echo of your voice
despite the deafening silence separating us
so lost and forgotten, yet it brings back the memories
of your touch, that sweet burning of the cheeks
I'd chase the starlight to hear you breathe
it's enough to stop the world spinning
the breath of life, which clings to us
we sell it for less or worship it for more
until we stumble and we fall
against that endless space between
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Sunday 9 February 2014

Poem: Flying towards infinity

trees are monsters when one treads in the darkness
I tried to reach you, but there was only an illustrious fog
queen of the night glowing, creating a dream-like scenery
the ocean before me all familiar, but it tastes somewhat more ripe
and I stopped, despite the fact that I haven't reached my destination
my eyes drawn to the walking stick left behind
its' owner went away on a final departure, like a falling star
we each take the life we were given, try to make it our own
fill it with days when we're flying towards infinity
that everlasting light flickering somewhere we can't see
but the yearning to find it comes deep from the ribs
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