FRAIL- jars of clay

Convinced of my deception
I've always been a fool
I fear this love reaction
Just like you said I would

A rose could never lie
About the love it brings
And I could never promise
To be any of those things

Blessed are the shallow
Depth they'll never find
Seemed to be some comfort
In rooms I try to hide

Exposed beyond the shadows
You take the cup from me
Your dirt removes my blindness
Your pain becomes my peace

If I was not so weak
If I was not so cold
If I was not so scared of being broken
Growing old
I would be...
frail

random pictures from a night of KRUMPING..

ahhh yes.. i promised not to spend precious time doing any photo montages.. so i've randomly selected photos to put up on my blog.. for those of y'all that dunno what KRUMPING is... check out madonna's new video... heh.. the rolling arms... finger points... chicken wings.. and fat woman dance moves... yes.. think saturday night fever... and john travolta... like i said.. the good ol' days of disco are back... now i can't wait to run out to the nearest cd store to get the album.. ok.. the nearest cd store is not within running distance... damn...

porcelain

porcelain
you weren't who i made you out to be
a mere figment of my over imagination
you, immortalized
placed you on a pedestal
unwilling to see the flaws
that stared me in the face

my porcelain
broken
couldn't bring myself to throw you away
cast you aside
pieced you back together
pretending you were still perfect
hoping all the cracks would go unnoticed
if i did succeed
fooling only myself

my porcelain
looked at me and cried
shedding tears
for my pride
it wasn't sympathy
they weren't apologies
you weep because it was love
but no more

i won i won!!!

maybe i should try my luck at toto or big sweep..
but for now... i'm contented with the simpler things in life..
heh.. celeb gazing.. and the new zouk... plus first listen of madonna's new album!!
woo hooo.....

having a bad day....

i will refrain from whining...
just very quickly... my microwave died... basically all it does now is turn a bowl of cold food inside it...
bleaah... like one of those Fisher Price microwave ovens..

been having bad dreams... don't exactly qualify as nightmares... but i wake up from my nap so disturbed and exhausted...
maybe i need to hang one of those dream catcher things in my room...
bleaah...

ps: i cldn't put this in poetry format...

a third and final instalment...

Fleeting Encounters

you fell in love with a drifter
unfamiliar with eternity
or love everlasting
each smile
mocking your foolishness
every gesture
trespasses

when your joy
has no meaning in another
neither your sadness
nor sorrow
you are alone
delirium fades
euphoria turns into despair

the moment
passes
the silence
lingers
a fleeting encounter
awaiting its goodbye

i will no longer blog in prose...

Lingering Silence

silence
speaking volumes
where words fail us
a goodbye
an end
we part in silence

unspoken
are the feelings
in all gravity
finds its way into hiding
the hidden depths
of things unspeakable

two voices
reluctant to be heard
settles in silence
unspoken

an act undone
can never undo
the hurt inflicted
scars like a reminder
a memory
we cannot erase
a lingering silence

must be all the sad songs playing on the radio..

Passing Moments

the beauty of a moment
is only beautiful in its passing
being in that moment
and falling out of it
leaving you blind and bewildered
sometimes broken
in that moment

they say not to believe it
not to fall
but the heart is beguiled
for we lose all sense of judgement
in that moment
between time gone by
and then

perhaps
we live for that moment
hoping it transpires to eternity
like a fairytale
with its happy ending
lies that we often tell ourselves
becomes truth
in that moment