mirror

it’s like I’m talking to a mirror, sometimes the reflection scares me but what’s frightening is how clear and how sharp the image is.
My alter is trapped in the funhouse mirror.
All day long, just looking into pools of space, emptied.
This illusion of my self, is just a projection of my mind.
I do not recognize the [...]

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looking

I have to be honest with myself, I’ve reached a stage where I’m seriously looking. I’m ready for a relationship. I know however, that it takes such a long time to really understand a person which is why I have to start looking. I remember telling my parents that I need to find a girlfriend, [...]

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the scene

undress the trees
with those eyes
count every leave
that you fell
a smile creases
how naked this world looks

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morning breath

I’ve decided that jogging at 6.30 just before it rains, is a rather humid experience, well actually I didn’t decide that, the weather did. But besides that it was a good jog, the unfiltered exhaust, smells of black tea awakening sluggish blood. That one lady with that perfume, which I can’t quite reproduce in my [...]

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tongues

babbling in a language
without a syntax
it seems is a popular activity
those phones on stages
make a show of it
yet the cost of heaven, is paid in
blood, though we are beggars in life
who am I then, to look upon them in disdain
those whom one day
I’ll share a common name.

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beckons

beckons with her hand,
without a wave, rubies in her ring,
something about her voice sings, away
the blues of my everyday
something about her eye,
how it catches the light
how it becomes the light
something about her upper lip
sitting comfortably atop my upper lip
as though it was finally home

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that small hand

and nothing is there to help me if I refuse life, no amount of psychology or theology will help, no form of comfort can mollify the anxiety provoked by life itself. A cracked smile, is all I have left grinded soft. These weary days stretch their tired legs, lengthening with every sun set. All we [...]

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sleep don’t weep

without
a scent of your tears
an ascend of your fears
the ever escalating endearment
of soaking your pillow through its case
you cannot sail the wave of the night
whose tide searches the shore
connecting brown eyes with the familiar
darkness of sleep
sleep
don’t
weep

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Journey to the West

This is the most memorable New Year I’ve ever had. We greeted 08 with night cycling all the way to mount faber from geylang. Besides butt/back pain it was just intense madness, mainly due to my elite bike skills, I nearly fell into a lonkang twice and various blundered attempts at hitting objects along the street. How [...]

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