I Wear a Nylon Shirt... We All Do

Nylon strings,
Hard to break,
Nearly invisible,
And easy to acquire.

Like trouble,
Sins, and secrets,
Wrapped tightly
Around my neck.

But unlike hurts,
Wrongs, and scars;
By means of scissors,
Nylon can be cut.

In Loving Memory Of

Everything happened over your 17 years.

In a moment, everything was gone.

And now I'm left here sitting,

In the high pitched whine of pure silence

And encapsulated by it,

Everything.



And nothing.

Both are the same.

Or rather, within nothingness,

Is the potential for everything.

Or perhaps,

Just a memory of it.

A Deserter

A deserter I am,
For when she needed me I ran.
I drowned myself with empty bliss,
While at home she lacked a loving kiss.

I wanted just to give them strength,
Hold them up, through the depths.
But all I caused was scarring pain,
While another walked away righteously vain.

So the guilt befalls my mind,
Dreams of wisdom, left behind.
I wonder if I should continue to run,
Or meddle more; undo what I’ve done.

But through her weakness shines a light,
A brilliance wrought of uncommon might.
Matured knowing of what to do,
To die inside for the sake of you.

So run away, run with me,
Away from reason, to the free.
But though we run, fast and true,
Our paths will differ, mine from you.

We flee with different thoughts in mind,
I hope and wish that both are kind.
I know we live just day by day,
But I still regret I ran away.


Walk your paths,
But just remember,
To never lose sight,
Of what you hold most dear.

Take heart,
And take strength,
In knowing,
That I love both of you.

I Must

Though I tire, I must be strong,
Because I am in a position to be strong.

Though I tire, I must listen,
Because I am in a position to listen.

Though I tire, I must give counsel,
Because I am in a position to give counsel.

Though I tire, I must mediate,
For I am the only one who can.

So I sacrifice parts of myself,
In order that those around me,
Can have that part,
Hold on to it, and take strength.

I push others out of the quicksand,
Even though the consequence of doing so;
Sinking further,
Weighs upon me.

So I give strength.
I listen.

I give counsel,
I mediate.

I sacrifice myself,
I tire and fall.

I do all of the above,
Because no one else is around who can.


I do it because I can.


And because I can,


Though I tire,


I must.

A Deserter I'm Not

I took one for the team,
So please, lay off.
Don't accuse me of slacking,
Or not being there when needed.

You guys made a big mess of things,
And left me behind to clean up.
So I did, even though it had personal consequences,
And took much longer than I could afford.

But when I finally caught up,
All ya'll held were presumptions as to my absence.
So the next time you make a mess of things, Ty,
Man up and clean it yourself.

Never, ever abuse the respect people have for you,
And never, ever abuse the respect I have for you.
I took one for the team,
So please, lay off.

Tit for Tat

Every species which is still around to tell the tale, somehow contributes to the environment around it. On top of simply surviving, it somehow finds a way to make the habitat around it better, so that its future generations may too prosper. Every species which only took for itself and did not give something back for the betterment of its ecosystem, died off.

In the past hundred years, the rate of species going extinct has been raised by a thousandfold.

Because we've killed them off.


And if we don't start giving back,

We'll be next on the list.

Today,

Paragon Heights had its first black out.

For two hours no light could shine.

And I witnessed the beauty of

Automatic gates,
The lack of electricity,
Cars parked in the driveway,
And people rushing off to work,

All come together.



Ahhh, the beauty of life.

Closing What Should Have

I finally deleted your number from my phone today

It felt damned weird


But you'll live on in our memories mate

You always will

A-Z

A. Attached or Single?
Attached but single

B. Best Friends?
Ty and the gang, Erica, Jamie, Danny, Lewis... *the list goes on*

C. Cake or pie?
Can I have both?

D. Day of choice?
Good days

E. Essential item?
My identity

F. Favorite colour?
Black & white, dirt colors

G. Gummy bears or worms?
Jelly beans are jelly beans

H. Hometown ?
Earth

I. Favorite indulgence?
Chocolate cream cake

J. January or July?
January *Ma birthday!*

K. Kids?
Only have 1... OH... I meant... uh... yea... I love em...

L. Life isn’t complete without?
Life's never complete. We just make do

M. Marriage date?
During an eclipse =D

N. Number of brothers and sisters?
1 sister, couple of blood brothers

O. Oranges or Apples?
Apples

P. Phobias?
Haven't found them out

Q. Quotes?
"Mundus vult decipi, ergo decipiatur" -Petronius-

R. Reasons to smile?
Life, love, happiness

S. Season of choice?
Fall

T. Tag 5 people
Eugene
Huey Sing
Leanne
Jon
Sarah?

U. Unknown fact about me?
I like to keep track of which way is North

V. Vegetable?
Spinach. Only at one particular shop

W. Worst habit?
I think too much

X. X-ray or Ultrasound?
As in either break another bone or get pregnant? Hmmm... Tough choice there...

Y. Your favorite type of food?
Western

Z. Zodiac sign?
Aquarius; fixed, air, and positive sign, coincides with the destroying month, ruled by Uranus

Are we scared yet?

Butterfly Award

Nominated by: Huey Sing

To the nominees :
1. Put the logo in your blog.
2. Add a link to the person who awarded you.
3. Nominate 10 other blogs.
4. Add links to those blogs on yours.
5. Leave a message for your nominees on their blogs.

My 10 nominees:

1-10. Everyone lah... =D


*Yes, I'm feeling lazy*

Fugitive from Reason

Well Sarah, it was a deal so here's my fugitive poem. It's not as witty or about love, and uh... not exactly cheesy either. I've forgotten that quote you gave me but it went along the lines of poetry being an emotional height looked back in calm retrospect.

Well this is more of a personal thing for me.

It's about death and birth.

Or rather that a death spawns the birth of escape.

And the birth of denial.


Fugitive from Reason

Run.
I dare you.

For one fleeting moment,
Pretend that you can escape.

Pretend long enough,
And you might even believe it.

But what if that which was improbable,
Actually happened?

You will then have run for nothing;
Wasted your breath,
While the cold hard floor for you to sink upon
Will still remain.

Time does not mend everything,
Time does not heal all wounds.
Time simply gives us a chance
To get used to the fact that we have those wounds.

But regardless which,
We somehow still manage to delude ourselves.
We delude ourselves into thinking
That we can flee far enough.

And that the floor will stop waiting,
But no.

A floor is made of stone
Cast along with the patience of one.

And no matter what we do,
We will eventually have to face reason.

So don't.
Don't run.


I dare you.