Gather your pitchforks
Let me ride your blind anger,
Your rude, mindless rage.
#403 On Your Main Character Syndrome
You fancy yourself
A hero - anything to
Dull the fear of Death.
On Pencilled Flight
In grid-lined pages
Thoughts and dreams take pencilled flight
Like wild geese they fly.
On The Midday Heat
Scorching midday heat
Melts me down to a puddle
Of hot resentment.
Tentang Sujud dan Doa
Pada Mu, Tuhan
Aku sujud berdoa
Memohon ampun.
On This Ball of Fur
You were all curled up A ball of fur, purring low Soft amidst pillows.
On Karaoke
Just the two of us
Belting out with hearts ablaze
Each song a dark fire
On Roaring Thunder
Thunder roars loudly
In the night sky, as rain falls
Down on this parched earth.
On Getting By
Through gritted teeth we
Say pleasant things to get by:
False smiles hide hurt hearts.
On Biting Words
In spite of myself
These words, they come unbidden
Biting at the seams.