Deceased

Here she lies
Discovered in the moonlight
Under glittering city lights
Loved everyday for all too short a time
Frolicked under blue skies
And crystal seas in strange lands
Abandoned by the wayside
Under a gray sky
The sole casualty of a man
Fighting for his life
Of course, there was no choice.
Here lies Quong.
She was I, who lived in hope.
She was I, who lived for love.
She was I at my strongest
And I at my lowest.
She is I who will never be again.

I bid her a final farewell.

darkness

there is such rage in me
it keeps me from sleep
it makes me take long walks around the darkest parts of the city at night before the morning hours
I seek the darkness hoping for someone to harm me
so that i can tear them apart.
it makes me want to break every single object inside these four walls
i want to hurt somebody
i want to hurt anybody, even if that person is me.

Someday soon I'm going to be very happy again.
I'll wake up in the morning and know how much I am loved.
Mornings will be a wonderful time, better than any other part of the day.

I am going to live a life that will put my best dreams to shame.
This is the life I choose to live.

Life's lessons

Difficult lesson of life number 1 : Never give your heart away too easily or too freely. You might end up with someone who is going to be reckless with it. You'll probably end up getting it deeply broken.

Remember

Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann'd:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.

by Christina Rosetti

good quote

Character is what you have left when you've lost everything you can lose.
- Evan Esar

Empty

Empty spaces are strong spaces
where there is nothing
but the stark purity
of a Gap.

The clarity
that compels you
and calls you into Being.

The force of stillness.

You can do no other
than confront
Emptiness
with senses acute.

Knowing that emptiness signals
the moment before creation.

threads of memory

The ways of the mind
are circumvented tangled threads
of conversations in your head
that you forget you shouldn't be having,
looping through worded sighs
of names
best forgotten.

Pictures from the rusty
bins of memory
re-animate and haunt the ripped
seams of your conscious thought.

Unravelling like
a dusky bolt
streaked through with tears.