Delusional / Inspirational

He looked down and the whole world swirled. It was way too high for his comfort. But that was the point wasn’t it? He looked at his watch. 6.30am. Rush hour would begin soon. He wondered if anyone would miss him, and would they wonder where he was. Unlikely. Nobody cared about him anyway, or so he thought. There was always a glimmer of hope. Hope. He chuckled miserably to himself. It was hope that started all this anyway. Hope that something would happen.

The leaves were a sea of red and gold interspersed with fading green, rustling gently in the wind as if passing whispers of some secret tale. The sight of tree after tree donning their final colours before death was strangely gratifying, and even eerily beautiful.

This story is purely fictional. Any semblance of characters to real persons dead or living is purely due to guesswork and luck, further coloured by imagination. It is not supposed to be accurate, nor should it be expected to be accurate.

Short writings spanning at most a few pages.

A little boy thought it was a good day to do some exploration, so he decided to take a trip to the city on his own for the first time. Taking his newly bought concession card that his mommy just got for him, the little boy embarked on what he hoped would be an adventure he could boast about to everyone later.
 

like a child
I scribble
random poems
no rhyme nor reason
like my
affections
for you.

poetry, is an art
understand it, you're smart
don't like it, you're a fart
I mean who the hell came up with rhyme-rhythm-penta-whatnot-waste-of-time?
but oh yeah, I'm smart
so I guess, I LOVE this art

This is the season of magic
Where silly love songs fill the air
A whisper and a heart is touched
A quiver and lips are parted
Sparks spill over from wayward flames
And fresh fires break out randomly

During the season of magic
Where fools and lovers come out to play
Games of masquerades and charades
Games of hard-to-get and touch-me-nots
Roles of lovers and fools interchange
But the loser always remains the same

Curse this season of magic
Where hearts are lost down one way streets
Lock my heart in cold hard chains
Lock my feelings in sunless prisons

pressing my face against the window glass
breathe fogging up the pane
inside their warm story is written
while here it starts to snow

watching afar sends chills to my heart
aching to be seen
tapping would attract no attention
banging would draw the blinds

could i wait forever for this love
who knows not if it'll come
or would i first turn pale and cold
i can only try

'wo3 ai4 ni3' jiu4 zhe4 yi2 ju4
gai3 bian4 ni3 wo3 de1 shi4 ji4

'Saya cinta kamu' kalau dicakap
Boleh membebaskan hati yang ketat

Aishiteru Je t’aime,
Saw rong haeyo, Te amo.

And so these expressions I seek
In languages I can and cannot speak
While I find the right words to say
You and I slowly slip away

Someone tells you what I’ve yet to
Again, I’m late, but nothing I can do
I struggle to voice what’s taboo
But still I can’t say ‘I love you’