I offer you my love in the form of a flowering plant in a pot. Roses, dandelions, or tulips perhaps - the plant is healthy, vivid and beautiful, in full bloom. You enjoy looking at it, the utter joy that its colours and fragrance bring! But you can't just simply stare at it. You must tend to it, water it everyday, put it out in the sun, remove the weeds that might grow in the soil. In short, you must take care of it. Otherwise, its leaves will wilt, the flowers will dry out, the whole plant will wither and eventually die.
My love is like that, it needs to be nurtured and nourished. Or else, my heart will just stop beating for you. I would never ever want that to happen, but we both know that it could. My love for you, on its own - and despite how poignant and powerful it is now - is not enough. A heart still needs another one to survive.
Friday, May 5, 2017
Monday, April 24, 2017
Sol y Luna
From E to P
You are the sun,
ever so bright and beautiful.
And I am the moon,
silent in the starry sky,
reflecting your brightness.
We may be in different milieus,
in different hours,
but we share the same light
in the same universe.
Someday soon,
we'll share the same love.
You are the sun,
ever so bright and beautiful.
And I am the moon,
silent in the starry sky,
reflecting your brightness.
We may be in different milieus,
in different hours,
but we share the same light
in the same universe.
Someday soon,
we'll share the same love.
Sunday, April 16, 2017
Saturday, April 8, 2017
Saturday, March 25, 2017
Uncertainty
For Pau
whom I certainly miss
There's a certain mouth
that I'd love to kiss
There's a certain hand
that I want to hold
There's a certain embrace
that defeats the cold
But you're not here
You're no longer here
There's a certain time
I didn't want to end
There's a certain message
of love I couldn't send
There's a certain void
no one else could fill
But you just disappeared
And you're not here still
There's a certain longing
a certain pain
a melancholy
And there's a certain silence
this heart hears
ever so loudly.
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
Some Nights
"Well, some nights I wish that this all would end
'Cause I could use some friends for a change.
And some nights I'm scared you'll forget me again
Some nights I always win, I always win..."
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'Some Nights' is the second single from the album with the same title of American indie rock band Fun. The song was written by Jeff Bhasker, Nate Ruess, Andrew Dost, and Jack Antonoff.
Labels:
God,
love,
music,
philosophy
Monday, January 28, 2013
Staccato
by Ewong
for the Sharp Islander
You sang in such a soft tone | Can’t look at the stars now
for the Sharp Islander
You sang in such a soft tone | Can’t look at the stars now
a line from an
unknown song | that I couldn’t learn anymore
now that there
is | no more reason | to sing since you left
I still don’t
know what it was | that captured me | was it your
sweet,
unassuming voice | your camellian eyes, your gift
for music | or was
it the warmth | of your bosom against mine?
The night was
passing | like a tourist in a strange land
and all I could
do was count | the seconds | the minutes
the hours | and
pray to them nameless gods | well,
including Albert Einstein | that may this episode | this
chance
encounter with
you | never end | These days I look at lyric
sheets | and I hate
myself | for singing those songs back then
when I first met
you | For now they are all meaningless
without your strumming
| without red wine or beer | or deathly
porcine
cholesterol | without you | Now all I could do is sleep
all day, sleep
all day | over and over | and over and over again
There’s a
certain sadness in the endless pleasure a single night
brings to us lonely people | Maybe the problem is | one
of us
is more lonely |
or the other is much less alone | Or is it
because both of
us | can’t look at the stars now? | I know I sin
And I know you
sin | But what I really want to do is
sing
all day, sing
all day | over and over | and over and over again
But I had lost
my tongue | will someone else please find my song?
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Poem has reference to these songs:
Stars (Grace Potter and the Nocturnals) and Sleep All Day (Jason Mraz)
Poem has reference to these songs:
Stars (Grace Potter and the Nocturnals) and Sleep All Day (Jason Mraz)
Thursday, January 24, 2013
The Dandruff Monologue
by Ewong
for the Starbucks Smacker
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for the Starbucks Smacker
I cling to you
like the embrace of a woman
yet I annoy you
like an unwanted suitor
Sometimes I interpret
your frequent
caresses as a
sign of your affection
but now I know
that they are only
meaningless
affectations like things
or food or people
that grow on you,
or perhaps like
the hair on your head
which grows long
like a lazy Sunday
morning song. Yes,
on top of you,
there’s my home
sweet home. Yet you
despise me so
much, despite knowing,
deep in your
bone, that scratching
me off gives an
inexplicable sensation
like being
kissed on the lips by the man
of your dreams, under
poetic moonlight
and dancing
fireflies in a princess’s garden,
or perhaps like that
infinite moment a boy
is no more a boy
when he’s discovered
at last the
wonders of a woman’s nipples
You hate me now
and feel so much
shame for having
me, but you can’t,
and won’t, let
go of me so easily. You
go ahead and try
whatever chemical
but I tell you, I’m
as strong and natural
as the sight of wind-blown
cherry
blossoms,
painted by the gods perfectly
for the purposes
of our romance
You’ll see, my
dear friend, you
will not be well
rid of me, because
for me to leave
you completely,
your hair, your
whole hair, has to go
as well into
oblivion. But perhaps there,
in that desolate
realm of the abandoned,
your hair and I,
just the two of us,
can be friends,
then make love, and have
lots of baby hairs
and little more of my kind.
Perhaps your
hair and I can be truly happy,
without your scalp,
without your head.
Without you. Maybe
it’s better that way.
When I’m far gone,
when you’re old
and wrinkled,
with no hair, not even gray
or white, perhaps
then you’d finally realise
that I was more
than the miserable scum
you shook off
with inconsolable fury,
that I was, in
fact, those little snowflakes
ever so slowly,
enchantingly
falling from your sweet
head.______________________________________
Labels:
heartbreak,
nostalgia,
poetry
Saturday, January 19, 2013
Joshua Radin's "Today"
No other day matters as much.
Shoelaces untied
You can dry your eyes
Perfect shadows align
behind us
This is the day I make you mine
Friday, January 4, 2013
The Callous (I)
by Ewong
for the callous one
And thus begins another
of my drunken imaginings:
a glass of merlot in one hand,
a menthol cigarette in the other,
and in between is my mouth full
of French curses, and if only I
could kiss you tonight--following
those Parisian guidelines--then I
would know why they invented
wine--yes, to act crazed, be stupid,
to say the wrong things, and harass
someone, to sing and poke, to scream
and puke, then succumb to slumber
whilst muttering gibberish of somber
tales, yet still with the finest grace, for
we can claim that this divine inebriety
is simply the climax of an epic story
that started in a scenic vineyard.
But it is not wine glass that we hold
but a homey coffee mug, and you know
better to quickly end this bourgeois
pretension: so you bring out them
Brobdingnagian bottles of ice-cold
beer--our dependable, great old
red equine friend from paradise
lost and paradise found, yes, yes, I
have been so lost, and it's you I
have found, and I must be tipsy now,
o dear stranger, where 'you been all
my life, hurray, let's drink to uncanny
coincidences, o darling you could be
my wife, so what are we waiting for,
let's come, come, come together, come
away with me, and tomorrow is another
day, tomorrow I may not remember
your name, but now is what matters,
the guitar's strings are long, but our lives'
short, yet the night is young, and so are we,
yes, we are here, and here is what matters,
yes, even for just this one drunken night:
have I told you lately that you're beautiful--
(you, you, so beautiful under this faint light)--
that you are all mine, and I am all yours tonight,
for the callous one
And thus begins another
of my drunken imaginings:
a glass of merlot in one hand,
a menthol cigarette in the other,
and in between is my mouth full
of French curses, and if only I
could kiss you tonight--following
those Parisian guidelines--then I
would know why they invented
wine--yes, to act crazed, be stupid,
to say the wrong things, and harass
someone, to sing and poke, to scream
and puke, then succumb to slumber
whilst muttering gibberish of somber
tales, yet still with the finest grace, for
we can claim that this divine inebriety
is simply the climax of an epic story
that started in a scenic vineyard.
But it is not wine glass that we hold
but a homey coffee mug, and you know
better to quickly end this bourgeois
pretension: so you bring out them
Brobdingnagian bottles of ice-cold
beer--our dependable, great old
red equine friend from paradise
lost and paradise found, yes, yes, I
have been so lost, and it's you I
have found, and I must be tipsy now,
o dear stranger, where 'you been all
my life, hurray, let's drink to uncanny
coincidences, o darling you could be
my wife, so what are we waiting for,
let's come, come, come together, come
away with me, and tomorrow is another
day, tomorrow I may not remember
your name, but now is what matters,
the guitar's strings are long, but our lives'
short, yet the night is young, and so are we,
yes, we are here, and here is what matters,
yes, even for just this one drunken night:
have I told you lately that you're beautiful--
(you, you, so beautiful under this faint light)--
that you are all mine, and I am all yours tonight,
though just here, in another of my wild imaginings.
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Art credit: "Vineyard Way" by Roberto Lombardi
This is the first poem I've written in two freaking long years!
So that only means I've been drinking frequently again lately. ;-)
Art credit: "Vineyard Way" by Roberto Lombardi
This is the first poem I've written in two freaking long years!
So that only means I've been drinking frequently again lately. ;-)
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