Wednesday, August 16, 2006
Life is never fair
Three months of beautiful, glorious sunshine; no essays, no tutorials, no rush; no responsibilities. A summer of cheap shopping, beach holidays and catching up with old friends. Perfection, no?
Well, not quite.
The "liberation" is suddenly alot less appealing when you can't make promises beyond the first week of September. Words I wish I didn't have to say, emotions I wish I didn't have to feel. Promises I can't make, promises I have to keep. Sigh, but that's the way the cookie crumbles.
It seems like I'm living parallel lives, one in Notts and one in Singapore. Time seems to stop at each one when I'm in the other, and the first night is always the hardest. I wake up in one bed and fall asleep in another. Both seem to be "home" already, so where is home?
The difficulty is in reconciling the two - when the moment of "crossover" beckons. It's like being tied to a bomb, waiting for it to explode, trying to savor your last moments.
insatiable at 2:19 PM
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Friday, August 11, 2006
Love is a smoke made with the fumes of sighs;
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes;
Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears;
What is it else? A madness most discreet,
A choking gall and a preserving sweet.
Shakespeare. Romeo and Juliet 1.1.191 - 5
insatiable at 4:23 PM
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Monday, August 07, 2006
claustrophobia
Stifled gasps
vibrate through the dense air.
Struggling, choking,
rivulets to nowhere.
Walls, walls, walls, walls!
Mirrors reflecting themselves.
A dozen reflections
highlight my imperfections.
The battle scars
etched behind my eyes.
The smile that hides
the hurt deep inside.
Emptiness pervades.
Twisting, writhing.
Leaving me with nothing.
I hear the cry of the sea.
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Just a super melacholic poem that I wrote when I was with the ex-boyfriend-from-hell (2003). I wish I could write again.
p.s. Jon - I'll take you up on that PC offer. Have a field day with this =)
insatiable at 11:17 PM
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