you look nice
there seems to be a glow i cannot place
i dont want to know how your weekend went
or what they did to you
but you seem more full of life
you feel… different
touching you was easier on the fingers before
i’m not sure if i like it this way
or if i will get used to this
but i am happy you’re better and with me now
i was worried i’d lost you entirely
i’m just glad you were covered under AppleCare.

this one is for all you Cake fans

(lyrics in progress, mostly to prove i ‘nuj i can spew spite on demand. don’t worry, i’m perfectly ok :) )

Tongue-twisted, flabbergasted
Frustrated, no control
mind afire, shattered pieces
a bruised and battered soul

that’s what you did
you killed the flame
you slit the veins, now
you take the blame

my deeds are not my doing
if you consider this
my death was by your thoughts
and your affected bliss

i create, you consume
you repress, i resume
i extinguish, you exhume
yet you profess that i presume?

you dress like you’re perfect
you drink like you’re flawed
you spend every breath in
a yearning for applause

(i’m writing about 1 verse an hour in between coding, let’s see how this goes :) )

a smile crept up
on his weary face
as his fingers uncovered
his favorite album
from years ago

the songs, reminiscent
of times when he dreamt
of things bigger than reality
a life, bigger than life
with more passion than could fill his heart

the songs, reminiscent
of times when he dreamt
of plans to rule the world
of plans, to rule a heart:
and of love, and the endless years ahead

a smile crept up
on his weary face
as his fingers uncovered
his favorite album
from years ago, thinking of

the dreams, injected with maturity, shattered by time
the life, embittered by reality
the love, disillusioned, and scoffed at by circumstance

a smile crept up, acknowledging
the dreams, the love, the life, the pain and
the irony that
the very songs that take him back to
the very best of his memories
remind him of his worst

Morning coffee, reading obituaries
Wonder what it took
to get a talented young lass
to plummet 14 storeys
to end up
as a kind story
in cheap ink on cheap paper?
Wonder what she was running from
or looking for
“Unhappy that her life was too boring”, the parents reason
“Ironic”, I thought, emptying my cup
to solve boredom
by attaining a state in which
you can never do anything about it

It’s hard
To be in love
and not pause for a moment and relish the euphoria
To see a pretty face
and not be reminded of that first kiss when you made a complete fool of yourself
To breathe in your first kretek on a cold winters night
and not let the sweetness seep up from your lips and throat to your brain
To have conjured an alliteration so amazingly aesthetic
and not marvel at its unusability in anything you write
It’s hard
To have words
wanting to line up in pretty patterns
and not smile at the irony that they once refused to line up when you tried.

I met a stranger, assumed he was stupid
He did the same
And we then talked about the weather and politics
Instead of inventing the Great Things

Wrote this while listening to music, so I have no idea if it makes sense or not:

You’re beautiful
more than I realized
At first glance
But now
After a million times
of thinking and reliving those fleeting moments
I’d rather not meet you again
For maybe I remembered you wrong?

I’m sorry I don’t know who you are
or where you’re from, or what you do.
Maybe its because of my bad memory
or maybe you met my other personality?

R.E.M. stands for Rapid Eye Movement, a term connected with the phenomenon of dreaming while asleep. I wrote this poem sometime around 1999, when I was in class 10. (click # to read more)