The Sitar fascinates me

The way to his Heart

They weren't kidding when they said, "the way to a mans heart is through his stomach".

Busy Minds

Currently listening to Ratatat - Loud Pipes

Just think about this second. What is happening right now?

Someone is being born,

just died,

heart just broke,

is having an orgasm.

lost a tooth,

found out Santa isn't real,

lost all their money,

in a car crash,

shaving their beard,

eating cake,

just heard good news,

heard bad news.

Every second, every minute. This world never rests. While you are asleep at night, the other side of the world is awake. While your awake in the morning, the other side of the world is asleep. Thought of the day: Appreciate.

"I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse, perhaps, to be locked in." - Virginia Woolf

Update

That was my last update of my previous writings. As of now, everything that I write would be on that date.

Missing Hero

I wrote this on November 25 2010

Fast paced,

Time erased.

Walk all over me,

Mouth shut.

Stressed and blessed,

Forget and forgotten.

Drink in,

Smoked up,

life's a haze.

Swallow it in,

Spit it back out.

Where is my hero?

Happiness

I wrote this on March 13 2010. It was an assignment for an English class. However this is the edited version.

You ask me what is happiness? so I ponder.

As I close my eyes, I began to wonder.

I remembered the time she taught me how to swim,

or surprised me with my favorite ice cream.

It’s when he would come home from his business trips;

and spends time with me during dinner, and after he would take me to that beach we claimed ours. 

It’s when I rebelled with my best friend,

punching holes and scarring our body,

inhaling our first cigarette, as it’s passed curfew at a party. 

It’s the time I received the letter I’ve been waiting for-

to leave home to discover more. 

It’s receiving that phone call that I’ve been so impatient about.

Or being surprised by that unexpected visitor I thought I would never have.

It’s the time I spent that cold winter day at a barbeque in my backyard.

or singing along to that one song that’s been stuck in my head.

It’s the time I woke up next to him thinking he is the one.

Then realizing that to love is to let go.

When I come to think about it, I wonder what is happiness?

Is it spending it with those I love that have eventually left me-

or will leave me?

Happiness.

It comes in many ways.

It leaves so unexpectedly.

It is to love and to let go. 

Beauty and the Beast

I wrote this on August 10 2009

Like the beast from the fiction,
I am forbidden to touch what you have hidden,
For it will upset the beauty.

The beauty is love,
The beauty is friendship.

unlike the fairy tale,
which we don't live in,
the beast will not be with the beauty,
For the beauty and the beast can never be. 

Season Fever

I wrote this on August 7 2009

My Winter mornings are gone by with a phase,

of you and me.

My Spring days are gone by with a craze,

of you and me.

My Summer nights are gone by with a daze,

of you and me. 

My Autumn evenings are gone by in different ways,

of you and me.

Season's are changing and so are we, 

i think in the end,

it's only you and me. 

Love is Real

I wrote this on February 8 2009 after being inspired listening to Real Love by The Beatles.




Take me to an endless field,
hand in hand lets run carefree

watch the sun, 
set from my eyes

every kiss, every touch, every word
i've fallen deep.

Home

I wrote this on September 3 2008 before I left my home to pursue my dream

Packing up, ready to leave, a place what i call home. 
Forgive me for being so selfish,
But this is something i have to do.
Theres a bigger world out there,
That i have yet to see and accomplish.
I will come back someday,
I want to.
This is my home.

Blurred Vision

I wrote this on December 6 2008

Intoxicated,
memories faded.
Blurry world,
black lungs.

Escaping from reality,
Lost in morality.

Laughing and crying,
Living and dying,
What is the difference?

Meaningless sex and making love,
Falling inlove and broken hearts,
In the end we will always grow apart.

Lying and telling the truth,
Someone always ends up getting hurt.

Intoxicated,
Memories faded.
Blurry world,
Black lungs.

Confused and Broken
happy and melancholy. 

The Artist

I wrote this on January 13 2009

the artist sits there all day,
a cigarette in one hand
wine in the other.

and at night
she's walking underneath the skyscrapers
searching for her destiny
to find herself.

and when they meet her,
she is just a mystery to them
to you.

she quietly walks in the dark
you see her glide through you
you can't help but look back.

in the dark, 
her sky blue eyes,
shine.

her smile
so sweet so innocent
but there is more to her

You think, who is she?
you call her the artist
she was a true piece of art

Lost Pride

Another one that I have written on June 5 2009


Her lungs are polluted
Shes far from sober

her mascara running down her face
her smeared lipstick accross her right cheek
Her red dress, reeks of alcohol
what are you waiting for?

Shes given up on life
Shes give up on love

Once an innocent teenager by the park
now a dirty whore by the bar
what are you waiting for?

it takes one drink and a few lies
one fuck and your satisfied.

Her lungs are polluted
Shes far from sober
what are you waiting for?

Lust and Strangers

I wrote this on June 5 2009


i have forgotten
everything,
i cant remember
anything,
now i am walking to an endless road
opposite your direction
throwing away pieces of whats left from you
your face is fading away
your fading away
you were just a dream
a dream which i cant remember the next day
and now im finally awake
to this reality
im walking away 
and i know you are too
we might as well be strangers.

The Forgetful

I wrote this on February 29 2008

Eventually

I'll be gone

Eventually

so will you

We'll keep in contact

But for how long?

you will be a person i had sweet memories with

Eventually

the memories will fade away

and you will just be a name and a face i remember

Eventually

I will forget your name

and you will forget mine

Eventually

I will be forgotten

and so will you.

Connected By Heart

I wrote this on September 2 2008

I'm leaving this place what I call home,
to pursue my dream,
all alone.
And when I'm gone,
Will you be alright?
Will be someone holding your hand?
It hurts to know that I can't anymore.
I will think of you always,
my loves.
Connected by heart,
Always.

Typical Dreamer

I wrote this on August 23 2008 after hearing wonderful news.

Who would ever thought?

And you said I was just a dreamer.

And whatever I said,

Was to help me sleep at night.

for so long I have dreamt of this moment,

that the day would come that I would finally leave.

I know its hard to let go when you just want to hold on.

You know I'm going to have to.

When i do, will you forgive me?

I am just a foolish girl following her dream.

Tick-Tock

I wrote this on June 10 2008

Counting the weeks.
Counting the days.
Counting the hours.
Counting the minutes.

There is a weigh on my shoulders.
From the grains of sand,
as they shower me.

I see the sun rise only to see the moon takeover.

I don't think about it.
But I can't avoid it.

You're outside,
While I'm inside.
Inside this hourglass

Silly Boys and Girls

I wrote this on June 7 2008 for a friend that moved away.

Late night phone calls-
Boring conversations-
Stubborn fights-
Deep conversations-
All the frivolous things we did,
I miss it.

Hiding the truth,
denying the lies.
Moving on,
When were stuck at the same path.
A wrong turn,
led me to the right.
Does this make sense?

Not because someone else took you away,
but because they gave you what I can't.
Happiness.

You asked me to save a piece for you,
You're so naive,
You've always had it.

Humanity

I wrote this on December 26 2007

You're cheap.
You're fake.
You're low.

You've repeated the same mistake.
You say your ready for it again,
but when it comes down to it,
You're not.

You're in disguise.
That mask isn't fooling anyone.

You're cheap.
You're fake.
You're never going to learn-
You're done.

Destination Unknown

I wrote this on November 17 2007

I'm running.
Where am I going?
Circles.
Can't stop.

Exhausted.
Water.
Water.
Can't stop.

I'm running.
Trip. Fall. Bruise.
Pain.
Can't stop.
Not now.

Where am I going?
Somewhere.
Somewhere.

I'm running.

Expected World

I wrote this on November 11 2007

They handed me the world,
Expecting me to take care of it.
No one to guide me, no one to help me.
The world is in my hands.

They handed me instructions,
with words so unfamiliar.
With their high expectations,
I have to understand it.
How can I?
The world is in my hands.

I loosen my hands.
I loosen my hands.

Something blue, something new, something old.

This was written on October 29 2007

It is almost as if I were a sparrow with a broken wing,
and you have spread your wings before I ever.
Thats fine-
I will heal soon.
And I'll fly higher than you.

It is like I am a trapped cocoon waiting to be beautiful.
You're already a butterfly that is fluttering away.
That's fine-
Eventually my beauty will be revealed.

My life is an antique store that you refuse to enter.
As your life is where it should be.
That's fine-
I am worth it.

I am not a sparrow-
I am not a trapped cocoon.
My life is not an antique store.
However, That's fine.
Eventually,
I will fly higher,
I will be revealed,
and You'll know my worth.

Hidden Gold

I actually wrote this on October 27 2007

There I stood between those silvers,
Am I not precious enough?
Not worthy enough?
I am golden,
They are silver.
Notice me.

I last longer than they ever will.
I am Golden.
I remain the same.
As they will rust.
Notice me.

Dont be fooled by their hidden appearance.
Eventually it will fade.
And they will be exposed,
of what they really are.

You chose silver.
I am Golden.
I am Golden.
Notice me.

Introduction

I was so consumed with school and work that I never found the time to write. Lately that's all I have been wanting to do. I write about what is on my mind and I write it how I need to in that moment. Whether it is a poem, short essay or just random writing. Welcome to my second attempt of writing a blog. Maybe this time I will actually continue it.

Ps: I do not own most of these images. Just found them on the internet.