Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Tell Me

Do you want to fly really low
Do you want to ride better
Do you want me to wish you hello
Do you want my suicide letter

Tuesday, May 29, 2007

Bliss in a Sin

She beckons
I walk
Her lips in mine
And we rock...
... And we sway with every kiss
Each one hits; sweet eternal bliss
Angel in beatific white
Devil of momentary delight
I know I'll end up in crippling pain
But can't stop myself from seeing her again
I know she will hurt
But with terror I flirt
Each time I light her afire
Fill myself with guilty desire
All my resistance gone up in smoke
Another sin with which I soak
A trip to hell for which I'm booked
Another sin to which I am hooked

Disclaimer: I do not encourage or advocate the above activity. Discretion is advised.

Thursday, May 24, 2007

Sibling Revelry

As of this moment in time, I am the happiest brother in the world to the happiest sister in the world. I haven't had this wide a grin between my ears for ages. **grin grin**

Friday, May 18, 2007

You know you're helpless...

... when you want to forgive
but you think forgiveness is an elite trait
... when you're sorely despised
but you still can't pay them back with hate
... when you step back and watch them leave
and you sit by yourself resigned to your fate
... when you see your time running out
and hope against hope that it's not too late

But what you know may not be enough
There's no smooth sailing when the seas are rough
You're never helpless even when you can't sink any lower
Because it ain't ever over, till it's over

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

Another revolution

Who do you complain to if there's no one who'll listen
Who do you yearn for if theres no one you're missin'
Another revolution, another rolling of days
And you still find yourself alone, groping in the haze

Monday, May 14, 2007

When Men were Boys

Seven 23-year-old men came together to spend a day together. Each among the seven has known every other for periods ranging from seven to seventeen years. They have seen each other as boys growing into the men they are today. But for those 24 hours, the men shed their ageing and became boys again. They shouted as they would have in their teen years, caring nought for authority. They laughed like boys as if every joke were to be the last one they would laugh at before age mellowed their funny bone. They chattered endlessly, not because their speech was stifled otherwise, but because this was where they would be heard for every word they would utter, sensible or not. They hogged down platefuls of food like the hungry young boys they had once been and complained of ever-expanding waistlines like the ageing men they are. They lived the 24 hrs in royal luxury, with no care for the hours to follow or the hours gone by.
The men came together from their own worlds of turmoil and chaos. 24 hrs later, they dispersed; each back to his own world. But for those 24 hours, the men lived in a common world. As boys.

Friday, May 11, 2007

I'm so fat...

Beginning today, this series (shamelessly inspired by 'Your mom's so fat...' jokes) will last as long as my tryst with obesity and flirty affair with attempted humor.

I'm so fat...
... few morsels of food from 1996 still furtively try to find their way out of my torso.

Disclaimer: Quality of humor may not improve with time. Reader discretion and mercy are advised

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