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Freezing, yet consuming frozen dreams, Breaking, yet tending to...

humanprints — Sat, 11 May 2013 21:22:22 +0800

Freezing, yet consuming frozen dreams,
Breaking, yet tending to broken hearts,
Worrying, yet the future worries for my pleas,
Dreaming, yet in dreams, we’re apart.

Singing, yet the songs don’t seem to rhyme.
Defining, yet letting the world define me.
Driving, yet being driven back in time.
Rhyming, yet unable to rhyme disjointed lines.

Redeeming, yet longing to be redeemed from love.
Tearing, yet the tears don’t flow deep enough.
Saving, yet trying to save myself.
Loving, yet falling in love for wealth.

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humanprints — Fri, 03 May 2013 17:10:11 +0800

Dark Destitute Deliverance #2

humanprints — Fri, 03 May 2013 12:00:20 +0800

No longer could she stand
The judgement
That humanity
Whirled at her chastity.

In a whizz,

She cocked the AR-15,
As her life glimpsed
Past her very own eyes,
And she closed them,
Thinking it would all fade away.

She took a deep breath,
As she pulled the trigger,
And she gathered thoughts about the meaning of life.
She waited no longer,
And squeezed
The
Trigger,
Ger
Er
rrrr.

Dark Destitute Deliverance #1

humanprints — Thu, 02 May 2013 19:58:57 +0800

Cold, quivering tears spewed
Out from her milky face.
She could not keep up with it anymore -
The pretense, the façade
Was not worth bottling
The insurmountable emotions.
She just needed to remove that lid,

And when she did,
The tears flowed uncontrollably,
As if a bell of freedom rung promptly.
The hurting wounds
Searched for a healer
In her hollow hopelessness.
Listless and forlorn,
She needed a love,
To satisfy her simmering solitude.
She wished she could find
An escape to the years
Of wilderness.

Crossing over is never easy, It requires you to leave your past...

humanprints — Sat, 27 Apr 2013 13:15:53 +0800

Crossing over is never easy,
It requires you to leave your past behind,
Leaving your peace, friends and family,
For a greater purpose to find
Yourself again, in a complete different parameter
Where words and actions are defined
By the sole intention,
Which charts an unfamiliar territory.
A path that once trod on
Knows one boundary:
To never look back,
And to keep moving on where our lack
Becomes his masterpiece of His destiny.

Consumerism

humanprints — Thu, 04 Apr 2013 23:14:26 +0800

We are the consumer generation,
We need the latest clothes,
The latest fashion,
The latest trends books,
To keep abreast with latest break ups
And hook ups to fill up

A void

An emptiness
A heartache,
An escape
A barrenness
An inherent

Need to satisfy
Something lost
Through the years,
As innocence fades
And guilt creates

An uneasiness,
A heaviness
An unrepentant
A desperation
An expiration

Of life. Caught
Between the ticking clock
Awaiting the death sentence -

An ending
A destination
An unravelling
A devastation
An undeserving

Process. Love called
And love gave
A redemptive cloth
That whitened and saved

An irrevocable
A lost
An inconceivable
A consumed
An irreproachable.

12.07 pm - soporific summer.

humanprints — Wed, 03 Apr 2013 12:07:57 +0800

Amidst the sweltering heat,
My body responds violently
In an eruption of sweat
Trickling down my face effortlessly;
In the vile summer spells,
My mood boils like sizzling steak
Awaiting to be delicately devoured
In a horrific haste;
Sprinkled with tangy zest,
I am swallowed in final rest.

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humanprints — Wed, 27 Mar 2013 20:16:00 +0800

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12.43 Heat

humanprints — Mon, 25 Mar 2013 00:43:38 +0800

Suffocating heat hurls
Uncontrollable waves,
Driving wind in whirls,
And twirls me in a daze.
Below my skin screams
An unbearable longing
For the liberty of winds
To saturate days daunting.

06.53

humanprints — Thu, 21 Mar 2013 22:33:58 +0800

humanprints:

Train switches lanes,
And the carriage jerks
In unforgiving in fashion,
Throwing me apart, berserk.
Hands tossed in the air
As I leapt as if I was on a coaster
Swerving uncontrollably
Or freshly browned bread jumping outta toaster

Potent Prognosis Possibilities were left wide open To any...

humanprints — Thu, 21 Mar 2013 11:42:59 +0800

Potent Prognosis

Possibilities were left wide open
To any permutation and combination,
As I stood in imagination
Of the vast world in every twist and turn.
Within the thirsty thrill of adventure lies
A querying quest for knowledge
Of what I’m stepping down on,
Or what I’m looking up to.

Excavate reluctant relics,
Or scavenge barren bones
Only to find answers sparking off
Even more questions,
On origins of human vices
That derives satisfaction:
Explaining the existential crisis.

Where, which, how?

humanprints — Fri, 15 Mar 2013 18:14:54 +0800

A cloud of uncertainty
Frequents this bobbling mess.
It revisits with ever growing tenacity,
Like a show intensely growing burlesque.

Outrageousness roams the minds
Of the undecided,
As the possibilities finds
The emotionally divided.

A quickening of thought,
The pacing of eternity,
To settle in court,
Or fly in a vast cultural tapestry.

He lies,
Waiting for an orchestration
Of future tries,
In a curt civilization.

7.27am

humanprints — Thu, 14 Mar 2013 09:56:05 +0800

The art of squeezing up onto a bus
Already full
With ten other people
Waiting to see who will fall out first.

We stood in a line
Aggressively anticipating
The arrival of the Gas of Honour,
Each taking a space, eagerly expecting
That vehicle of time reduction
To halt right in front of us.

The Gas of Honour eased in,
And so did we,
Trailing the door,
Packed like pack of sardines
Sandwiched to the core,
As the unfortunate rejects
Vacated the premises.

The 9 'O Clock

humanprints — Thu, 14 Mar 2013 07:21:06 +0800

Commuters clustered along
Platform by constant conformation - Colorless faces cast
Cold stares, void of emotion,
At cryptic strangers.

They await the arrival
Of this connection
That would drive them
Closer to or further from
Idiosyncratic expression.

Corpses cloned
In stunning suppression
Covering clandestine
Cords of dissension
As carbon copies.

The 6 o' Clock

humanprints — Thu, 14 Mar 2013 07:05:42 +0800

Silence whizzing through the entire vicinity,
With half awake bodies roaming round
To mundane modes of routine with tranquility.
By contracts bound and ridicules crowned,
The bodies are tranquillized feebly to a state of charity.

Uncertainty

humanprints — Wed, 06 Mar 2013 19:10:00 +0800

Hesitance resonates in hearts -
Unable to fully trust
Toggling between present and past
Of times when lovers part.
Acknowledge the presence of a force,
But lacking justification and belief,
Because of the inability to address the truth
Yet satisfied in a resolute relief.

Vacant voices produces the loudest sounds,
On shallow unsubstantiated grounds,
Distorting silent solid truths
Segregating the heart from youth.

And she was like a bird, Free to do whate’er she wished, No longer bound, no longer hurt. Those...

humanprints — Wed, 06 Mar 2013 19:08:54 +0800

And she was like a bird,
Free to do whate’er she wished,
No longer bound, no longer hurt.
Those tears flowed as she pleased.
As the fear of loneliness
Lingered and suppressed
Insecurities littered her trailing trust,
She just longed for someone to caress,
A pillar to pour pointless pains,
A shelter to share soulful solitude.
She carried such an adamant atonement
For all she wished she could
Do - sheer senselessness strummed with callous chords.
Caressing quixotic qualms,
She sought solace in His arms.

"Don’t ever let flattery cause you to fall in love with a person, because you’ll fall out of it in..."

humanprints — Fri, 01 Mar 2013 12:16:07 +0800

“Don’t ever let flattery cause you to fall in love with a person, because you’ll fall out of it in due time.”

Ecstasy

humanprints — Thu, 28 Feb 2013 07:26:03 +0800

And in that very moment
Of ephemeral ecstasy,
We were infinite.

We were lost in each other’s arms
And yet found all we needed.
We’d forget about the world,
And our bodies communed seemlessly.
I felt like a part of me had died,
Although I never felt more alive before.

Everything was closing in around me:
Those white washed walls;
The rotating fan swirled faster with an invigorating boost;
Favourite guitar solos seemed to resonate to the innermost parts of my head;
Sweet scent of your Chanel No. 5 perfume
Sprawled all over us like an incense to be consumed.

As those blinding lights flashed
Fanatically in an increasing frequency,
I wanted this moment to last forever,
As I somehow knew,
In that moment we were infinite.

The window of lost opportunity Whispered into my ear That out...

humanprints — Tue, 26 Feb 2013 00:58:19 +0800

The window of lost opportunity
Whispered into my ear
That out there in the distant future,
A similar one would present itself if I would peer
A little further.

I caught on to that glimmer of hope,
Though I was in a sivilized state of lost.
I think I could cope
But the pain of shattered dreams pierced a new plight into a tunnelled vision.
I knew, to concentrate on the light,
Emanating from the vortex of torment,
The one that would swirl into a sea
Of melancholic misery.

Yes, the light was closing in on me,
But I know that the window would open eventually,
If not here, perhaps in a parallel universe,
Where hopes burst in a place so terse.