Sunday, January 30, 2011

The Tree Branch

when the voices in your head stop making sense,
and the only thing you have ever known becomes intense,
forcing you to question every decision you are about to make,
whether it will cure you or cause your heart to irrevocably ache,

think about the teenage boy who just lost his mother,
all alone. no hope, no love, no sister, and no brother,
think about the benign tumour that is still undeniably there,
deafened by the little girl's futile cries of "life's not fair",

think about all the words you could have said but didn't,
because you naively thought they could be overridden,
think about the happy dreams that did come true,
instead of those you persistently chose to screw,

and when you've thought enough..

take a good look in the mirror.. what do you see?
a silhouette consumed with fear, afraid of the now and here?
or do you see the person you always wanted to be?

..maybe barking up the wrong branch of the right tree?

Monday, January 24, 2011

Alternate Reality

The hammock beneath her moaned with pleasure as she rubbed her back against his woven fabric. With a hand-rolled cigarette in one hand and an erotic romance novel in the other, she reached an unexpected climax. The kind that awakens your soul, flushes your cheeks, and lubricates your emotions without expecting anything in return. The kind that leaves you breathless without the lack of oxygen.

And as the last rays of sunshine caress her lower lip, his hand gently touching hers, lustful, just like the sand between her toes, she smiles. A smile more vibrant than the eight colours of the rainbow, more carefree than the smoothest waterfall. This was her almost perfect dream, unblemished by reality. Untarnished, unlike the sand castle along the coast.

Two hours and an alternative universe later, the hypothetical separate reality sets in. The hammock has been replaced by a black office chair, the sunshine by a modern version of the incandescent light bulb.

And the only thing that makes this last scene moderately better is knowing that somewhere out there, somewhere beyond this universe, there's a replica of you, a saner imitation of you, living your life.. only better.

Much much better, I hope.

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Achilles' Heel

Life is beautiful but it's complicated. So far, so good. Dissecting it into a thousand million pieces is rather useless. Much like the till late convenience store which closes at ten, or the lane changing indicators in an empty street. Living it, without a care in the world, is usually the best way to go around it. Vanquishing your Achilles' heel, the second best.

But sometimes, when you get stuck in a parallel universe, when what you feel and what you think are on a totally different wavelength, and the only sane thing left for you to do is to follow your heart, even if it means breaking others (not to mention your own), be sure to ask whether the death of the mythical creature would be worth all the trouble. In layman's terms, ask yourself if you are willing to screw Achilles and his worthless wounded heel. One thing you should probably know is that you're probably better off anyway.

If, however, his heel heals, and the wavelengths start to re-align, then that would be the beginning of a whole new story. The story of dreams fulfilled without a foursome of broken hearts.

When that happens, wake me up.