Joshua Radin's "The One You Knew"

The one you knew from your love
I grew into complete and whole
and the way I justify,
it's my way to control love everlasting

i fell in love with a whore on new year's eve,

by Ewong Martines

for she told me more lies than truth—
exactly what my heart wanted a week
after all greeted me on Christmas day
but the one whose voice could cure
my sleeplessness, whose hands pacify

my shivers. in the damp light
of orange and gray she blanketed
my lips with her calculated warmth
then mapped my neck and chest and navel
with urban traffic that respects no holidays.

with nimble fingers i brushed her hair,
pulled hard in moments of beastly longing
for the shelter of my beloved’s breasts
whose milk could feed a thousand babies
in need of affection. i remember her

like i remember the sun, and in this paid
twilight of joy i remembered her still,
as mouths raided across napes and thighs,
tongues lost and found at every orb and slit.

the musk in the air had mixed with this
woman's cheap perfume when my thrusts,
mourning yet impassioned, hit harder
like ocean waves slapping nonchalant rocks.

her crimson nails clawed my back; she
squealed a pitch-perfect note of pleasure,
sang to a photograph of an erupting volcano
born again after centuries of being futile

and mysterious. it was barely dawn when i awoke,
the january fog blurring the mirror at the ceiling,
and there i was still haunted by the stench
of loneliness and misery of firecrackers.

the night felt too long like a whole old year.

Nouvelle année and Owl City's "Fireflies"

This is my last day of being gravely sinful. Tomorrow is another day... no, tomorrow is another year! It's high time to unwrap the bandage around our hearts. Feel the sweet light piercing through you now. To all the people I've loved and hated, may 2010 bring us together again in brighter and more exciting--not necessarily happy--encounters. Happy new year!



To ten million fireflies
I'm weird 'cause I hate goodbyes
I got misty eyes as they said farewell

Hunting season

by Ewong Martines

gently, my fingers brushed through the bridge
of your nose, and nimbly we crossed the waters

of unspeakable longing. my hand felt the summer
in your hand, and the jungle of desire tossed about

its canopy and understory and grass, decreeing once
and for all nature’s law in troubled terrain.

when my throat felt the autumn, like strawberries
your lips bloomed, sumptuous and sweet, waiting

to be picked by a sundrenched man with soiled feet, wanting,
like roses, to be adored and smelled and kept in a vase filled

with only the sweetest rainwater. my mouth craved
for the dew of the evergreens, and my tongue probed

into the hibernating depths of the earth. The winter
in my bones melted away, your soft moans assuring me:

tonight, the roots and barks and leaves
shall not taste the bitterness of snow.

Vienna Teng's "Feather Moon"

seven sins
god of stone
all is true
down to the bone
feather moon
scarlet sky
I love you endlessly
not knowing why

Chocolates are not the only cake

by Ewong Martines

                         from which sugar
can be tasted. citruses are not

the only juice the tongue and throat
recognise. bananas are not

the only fruit that drive monkeys
mad. birds are not

the only creature that hovers upon
deep forest. bees are not

the only insect that romances
a hungry flower. rainbow envies

the butterfly for the latter's beauty
travels far. red is not

the only color of love, for blue
is mine. and my tongue,

filled with ever dark spells, craves
your sweet rhyme.

Switchfoot's "You"

I find peace when I'm confused
I find hope when I'm let down
Not in me...
It's in you.

Jeff Buckley's "Lover, You Should've Come Over"

So I'll wait for you... And I'll burn
Will I ever see your sweet return?
Oh, will I ever learn?

Trading Yesterday's "One Day"

I will stay forever here
until that one day comes,
praying time will bring you near,
I'll wait for your love

Blue October's "18th Floor Balcony"

I raised my hand as if to show you
that I was yours,
that I was so yours for the taking.
I'm still so yours for the taking.