Tuesday, April 24, 2007


Why do you hope for love
Like a wing clipped dove
Under a sheet of frost
Hopes for some warmth lost ?
Love to me is a stranger
The liar, the ever-changer

In an opaque bubble
Blind to the inevitable
Existing in dark hollow
Reality too hard to swallow
Truth to me is a stranger
My fantasies it wants to injure

Alone is a beautiful place
To be me without a shadowed face
Solitude, so safe and secure
No company to smilingly endure
People to me are strangers
I have but myself to endanger

And now by a reality struck
I am the rotten apple to be plucked
That it is sparkling crystal clear
'Tis I, the real imposter here
This poet herself is the stranger
And there is nothing to do to change her.

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

Something Lost In the Rain

I remember your music
The day you stilled me
The day you filled me
With love pure and thick
To find you was to be alive

Our drunken promises
The ones we keep
The ones that sleep
In our reminisces
"Don't think, just dive"

And smooth sailing 'twas
Sun bright
Or moonlight
Submitting not to human laws
A lie we lived all these days

We betrayed so many, their trust
We were fools
Breaking rules
How gullible love makes us
Was it us, or Fate's cruel ways

All our crazy fantasies
Like free flying
Like never dying
Or lovers in white peace
The dreams fall to the floor

So we ran and ran so far
Away from here
Anywhere but here
Fuelled by our beating hearts
Only to meet a vaulted door

Stop! Screech to a halt
Is this the end?
Can we still pretend
Our misfortunes are not our fault?
If only, if only, if only..

Iron strength melts to butter
Don't say goodbye
Don't say don't cry
These wounds will never get better
Suddenly we are so lonely

Lying here, the words resonate
You're alone
You're alone
Stifled by the world I hate
And like blood the hope drains

A new day must dawn now
Get set
To forget
A fresh breath to allow
And cleanse ourselves in the rain

Friday, April 13, 2007


I wrote this one for one of my best freinds, on his birthday. We had been fighting alot and i wanted to be nice! I called it chocolate sauce and ice cream becuase we're always using analogies and this one i liked alot.

No, I will not start a fight
I will not say I was right
And before it’s too late
I want to ask you out on a date

Let’s sit down, me and you
Let’s yell and laugh and be blue
For no matter how odd we seem
We’re like chocolate sauce and ice cream

Through irking irritations
Or curses and damnations
Through trials and tribulations
Or hyperactive elations

Through fluctuating joy and rage
As if all the world’s our stage
Through crazy psychotic dreams
We’re like chocolate sauce and ice cream

Where would I find another Jes,
Who flips my life into a mess?
Only to smile like a little kid
And I forget everything he did

The one who understands my secret codes
Who cracks me up when I’m bored
Who gets me angry and steamed
We’re still chocolate sauce and ice cream

So before I forget, hear what I say
Like it or not, I’m here to stay
And darling I must confess
I’m not in love, but it’s love nonetheless

And know that I’ll always be a pain
A creature driving you insane
But we’re such a wonderful, evil team
Just like chocolate sauce and ice cream!

Monday, April 02, 2007


The deadly war wages
Tradition versus Youth
Obedience versus Rebellion
Rationality versus Instinct

The dividing line is hazed
Between right and wrong
Under trampling ideologies
Under sweeping clubs of change

Youth stirs new questions,
Tradition gives time-tested answers

Rebellion like a sudden earthquake
Obedience: silent and understanding

Instinct, the reaction of the heart
Rationality needs the decisions of the mind

The well-matched enemies
Angling sharp swords
Flinging sharper words
The battlefield echoes their roars

Each in haughty stance
Each with purpose and conviction
Clashing shields with parallel force
Upon the bloody grass

Since time breathed anew
Waging deep in our thoughts
Perpetually the war goes on
Boiling ceaselessly

The contenders wait not
Their weapons like tolling bells ring
Until sinks the sun in coolness
And sleep reigns over turmoil


when language like bubbling streams flow

when words are laid down to fit like lovers' hands

when you feel the essence of the poet from within

when swirling thoughts are caught in the net of rhythm

when images reel as you read

when pen and paper create a symphony

then, it is poetry