Those flying unicorns aren’t getting you anywhere.
Those people on the streets are going to use you to their advantage.
Those tears and hysteria are giving you out as an immature person.
Those emotions only give you one hell of a ride while you make us suffer.
Those rules are fixed and we are alive to fit into them.
Those who bring you up have the right to guide you to the right direction.
Those men aren’t as reliable as yourself or us fellow women.
Those dreams are only dreams, realize you have to be down to earth.
Those curfews and phone calls are to ensure your safety.
Those sides of you aren’t you at all, you do not know yourself yet.
Those ignorant ones are never going to raise their head up to the truth.
Those gadgets worth our money as they give us back connections to the world.
Those who love you so much so give rise to who you are now.
Why do I need to be that?
Just flip it over.
Do the opposite.
They would hate you not being like this.
But you would probably love yourself being like that.
Before the moon outlines my contours,
I thought I have heard his breathing next to me.
Looking back at the empty bed,
he is sleeping soundly like an infant.
The silk slips away from me.
I tilt my head to the other side to see you clearly.
Your brown hair touches your neckline
Girl, you have curves after all.
But they look so fake.
Moonlight sheds bits of its attention on me
Your skin cracks like they are smooth.
Those puffy lips roar flaming red
without being shunned by the enveloping black.
He rolls over with eyes closed
Your fingers, hands, arms are hanging above his serene face
Can he see you are curling up into a ball?
Girl, are you the boy or is he a boy?
This moment is static
the water beneath my feet is opaque
I stare straight into this surface
you take a glimpse into me.
Brushing your hair, you can’t shake off
this mindful wakefulness. Music on.
The rhythm of my spirit bangs on
every edge of your vision.
As I move, the arts you have drawn,
the poems you have written entangle my placid
skin like tropical vines:
evergreen, ever blooming.
Another frame pushes in.
There is a boy waiting for audition
with a cap, a rock that he doesn’t think he can dominate.
Tell him, girl, you can do it.
He has a baby face that I long to erase.
She has a rough body that I desire to purify.
I long have acquired invisibility that they wish to nullify.
You have the every side I undeniably fall in love with.
3 a.m., the clock says.
He climbs out of bed.
You climb up to bed.
She looks at me, smiling on our bed.
“Let it be.”
“Don’t find me again.”
“You’re dragging me down.”
“Why are you always like that?”
“I cannot handle your depression.”
She cuts the line.
He blocks my phone.
She speaks like a serpent.
He dismisses me without a thought.
She walks away to chase her happiness.
I cry so hard.
I swallow and choke.
I desert myself in the corner.
I lick my lips and taste the bitter.
I delete names one by one on the phone book.
A, do you remember how funny it was when we were analysing Hamlet’s “to be or not to be“?
K, do you remember we’d go yum cha when we get to our seventies?
Q, do you remember how we’d write stories once we got gime in recess and lunch breaks?
H, do you remember how you’d melt down after your breakups to look for me?
J, do you remember we’d fight our melancholic battle together?
I smile too hard.
I hold back so much more.
I cancel my facebook account.
I throw all the letters into the bin.
My soulmate, I have been waiting for so long.
My confidante, I aspire to your presence.
My best friend, I could speak no more.
My friend, I wanna support you.
My stranger, stay.
Comets burst on top of our roof
Firecrackers sparkled all over the horizon
Little electrocuted sparrows got roasted on antennae.
Churches and cathedrals were wiped off
Hymns and prayers were sewn up tight
Occasionally one or two passersby would be the messenger of God.
Locusts ran like crazy on our farms
The soil corrodes every vegetation from above
Our lips dried and cracked like cornflakes, let alone our shrinking stomach are eating away itself.
Boys and girls celebrate in night clubs
The drinks exploded as the disco ball turned into a timed bomb
Many corpse laid unattended, reeking along with the falling apart cellars.
Newspapers garbled gibberish sudokus
The stock market crashed as the fish market burned to ashes
Live broadcasters were last ignited matches waiting to be distinguished.
Vehicles compete with undying madness
Not a single road was not covered by bumper cars going haywire
Railroads were torn like removing flesh from muscles, leaving bridges raw.
The ink bottle shattered on the ground
But my pen was sucking up the last words resl hard
I heard the sirens ringing before my final pages were gone with the flames.
I am less attractive than I was then
My long hair had disappeared
My slim figure was lost
You may not even recognize me now
I am never a person who lingers
Once you got away,
all photographs were deleted
not a single letter and gift remained
I remember a coincidental encounter with you
and your girl;
I am in my regular shabby dressing
and you might be tasting a tastier salad dressing,
but I barely pay any attention.
I get myself in heaps of trials after you
Boys would like me to put on makeup
Men would want me under them
Wide awake, I pretend to gulp down poison
I forget as your existence fades out
Working daily while you might be studying
Puffing the magic dragon while you might be sleeping
As the puzzle adds up, you’d come together again.
I am not looking for a person anymore
To your surprise, I am looking into me,
looking for a person inside
who would rather do rather than speak.
I have long decided not to chase after love
as it is too vain
More pain, no gain
Do not be surprised why I am still like that
You do not need to
I do not need to too
We did not need to fulfill that need to
I wish I realized that back then
Plugged in the silver-blue earphones,
a volcano stands to witness the house on fire.
Smudged onto the ground,
a rose quits blossoming from the top of the tree.
Paralyzed on a stainless steel panal,
a letter eats away its bloody words with fervor.
Invaded by relentless armies of soldiers,
a rhythm spits its venom on the starless sky.
“A sting spreads in a wound
as god knows who add teardrops into it”
Broken twigs lay on the ground,
cracking their very bones and joints,
their faces welcome people’s stampede.
Scorpions hide under this cute pink skirt,
their tails poke themselves,
but the poison leaks outwards.
Locomotives smoke and kiss engines,
racing from dan to beersheba,
their destination is the galaxy’s limit.
Water swirls into a mini tsunami,
blinding the eagle with its dampen wings,
an airy entrance centers at its heart.