Sunday, February 27, 2011

Coming Soon

it's not easy, knowing what you want
dreaming of a place where you belong
a heart stuck playing the same old song
inhaling the right amount of wrong

a starry sight without a moon
a pretty princess before the clock strikes noon
a dirty doll in the middle of a devastating monsoon
a blinding neon sign advertising happiness

it's coming,
it's coming soon.

Monday, February 21, 2011

Twenty-One Questions

Have you ever wondered what life would be like if we had all the answers to its questions? If there really is a life after death, does it mean that we are dead now? Out of the 6,901,407,402 souls in the world, how do you find your other half? What is love? Do you even believe in love anymore?

Why do we lose our innocence when we grow up? If you could go back in time and tell yourself one thing, what would it be? Why is happiness a temporary feeling? What makes the butterflies in your stomach flutter? Do you believe in magic?

Is your life everything you dreamed it would be? What is the difference between dreams and reality? Why do we cry when we're sad? Do you believe in life on other planets? Do you ever think that maybe a star is a soul?

Would you live in a world without colour? If your brain mumbles, does that make you insane? Is beauty overrated? Do you think there is such a thing as a fortunate accident?

Who are you?

What happens next?

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

The Babushka Doll

sometimes, when what you feel is not enough,
when the getting there is irresponsibly tough,
and the truth being called is your own bluff,
fake, like a dead diamond in the rough,

stand still and wait for the other head to drop,
hover, linger, but don't aim for the bad cop,
reveal the lovely little doll on tippity top,
and watch her burn,
like hydrogen,
with a pop.