Miseries and Perplexities

I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity to anyone, but they’ve always worked for me.

-Hunter S. Thompson

Plight

On a crib of frozen tears, I lay

Like a fetus, unaware;

The sheet of frost and air

Blanketing me, and stones staring

Like tombs, dead.

-

I tumbled myself out like ice cubes into your glass of whiskey that

You drank, not me

With me ;

-

And fooled I wasn’t~

From rains to clouds I clambered

Floating among the mist, swept away by the morning dews

Pure as the first-cast shadows,

Then stretched wide, like an elastic shroud

Where you

Boomeranged from me.

Spot on.

Via someecards

Time to Run

It was a very late evening,

When all the lovers were gone

The park streets were empty and

Wet grass shimmered on the lawn,

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It was when I heard two birds tell

Their tale from a faraway land

Where ticking time didn’t dwell

And clocks didn’t have an hour hand

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They complained and how they wailed!

About the inferior stage on this end

How we, in headaches and worry

In hurry, our heads we bury

-

And knowing that I was eavesdropping

They quickly chirped away,

“Live life without stopping,

Time’s not here to stay,

-

Oh, look at your reflection,

Oh, look, the anxiety on your face-

Life’s here to bless and you

To live its grace,

-

Stop to stand and stare,

Stop before the tears start,

Stop to love and care,

Stop to use your heart,”

-

And as I started to pace my steps to get back home

Their chirps began to race and echo the highest domes,

“There she is, look, running!

There she is, look, scrambling!

There, she missed again,

Ah, we told you, she’ll live in vain!”

And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.

-Sylvia Plath

Un-Heal

Since teenage she has ruled within me,

Merciless and deceitful,

Of asymmetrical souled termites,

Masking my clear sky,

Clouding and raining filthy memories

-

Helium filled hearts,

Exotic ice cream flavors and laughs

Flickering tongues, hovering hands

In such idiosyncrasy we dwelled

-

Then in starry nights she scratched

She peeled,

She chafed, she scraped

A brooke broke

Through my veins

-

Instead of brazen meadows

Instead!

Instead of broken shadows

Your fat affection

Instead

-

Swaddled the wounds she left,

But reversal, though atypical

Betided (the funny in you),

-

She scraped

You healed and

You un-healed.

And I need someone to help me sew this up.

As pages turn to reach the end
Infinite, rotten, utterly not touchable
Stories dissolve between the pages
Fictitious souls bleed,
.
On a moldy wooden log i scribble
Few darks words and terror
In hasty torrent the wood surges and
Cold anxiety escorts me
Back to the empty chair.

ashiyanareizen:

IMG_8269 (by HUGO SHEN)

Day 50: Chinese sky lantern, first hot air balloon in the world. Geez. Our ancestors were much smarter than us. Anyway, last pic of the pic challenge, or maybe the first half, if I decide to pick it up again in Fall 2013. xoxo.