03 Oct

The captain heavily brings down the flag to half mast. Standing on his bridge, he looks to where his first mate used to proudly stand. He dim the lights. Goodnight old friend.

30 Sept - Key

As robot wind the key on his back once more, he felt a sense of relive. Another rusty chance. Should he make this one any different? He takes a step like it is his last. He knows that one day he will not be able to reach and crank his heart.

30 Sept - following 30 Sept 10.22AM

Closeness gives a sense of falseness. We are made to aim higher and have dreams of grandeur. Perhaps we have looked too far. Perhaps what we are looking for lies right in front. The simple is never simplistic. The simple has its greatness. The simple may be what we need.

30 Sept

A good deal it says. $499 package. My ass. I typed in the requirements.It replies with a $2000 total. I am tired of scams. Maybe I am just tired of being a number. A statistic. What if I can be erased? Just drag, drop and trashed.

30 Sept

I call you princess.
Because you are the pillar of gentle feminine strength.
Because of your beauty, your elegance. Because in you lies the hope of nurturing greatness.
Because for you, wars deserve to be fought and hearts will melt.
Because I put you on a pedestal.
Alas your references are not of royal glory, but of unending entitlement.

Perhaps it is only with Queens that the epitome of feminine greatness is found.
Perhaps it is the Joan of Arcs and peasant girls we have overlooked?

30 Sept - inspired by 28 Sept

She tests, as if I've ever lied to her.
She does not distinguish her yes from no, as if I should read her mind.
She wants simplicity, I didnt know it means having everything laid out for her.
My language of love, she reads not.

28 Sept

I have waited for 3 years. He is busy I know. He is always busy. He needs his time to be alone he says. I have given him that. He starts working again, there is no time for me. The little time we spent together, he is not there. A phone call is what it takes and he will be lost in his own world. How long more do you want me to wait? How long more do you think I will wait?

27 Sept

I had not noticed her addiction. It was everything but that.
As she sleeps, I watch through my own drifting slumber. As we dine, a hand on my lap as the food is shared. As she speaks I listen and try to give her answers. Between work we check in.
Her every scent I know as she playfully sprays some on my half awake being every morning, while she dresses and grooms for work.
She speaks of new beginnings and recovery, and I promise to be there every step of the way.
But there is a breed of women, whose addiction dictate their desires. Addiction to attention, to feel wanted by many, addiction that is in direct irony of all the stability they speak of.
This "love" is about feeding, and us, but drugs.
How do identify an addict when the symptons only surface too late?

24 Sept

Nver has she been in lingerie with a room full of men. Men built for strength, fully equipped. Aware is her sexuality they are after, she feeds on cigarette sticks. Never before has she noticed the sexiness of her shoulders. How lace falls nicely on every curve. Time passes.
Finally the await moment arrives as he stands and yells 'Cut.'
Good take.

24 Sept

She whispers. I can barely hear it. I know what it means. I think. I held her tighter. She tries to speak. I stopped her. I know what it means. I think. Her failing heart beats; one, one... none. I held her tighter. I know what it means.

22 Sept - Sandcastles

He watches his child build her dream sand castle to completion. Snapping photos with his phone as the sun sets. time passes, the waves sweep in. "I thought the castle stays forever," she cries. But it is natural to return sandcastles to the ocean. "It will" he replies "In our memories"

20 Sept

Knowing very well that she is not going to be a friend. She plots to move in on the kill. Killer heels, branded new perfume and a little black dress. Her moment is now, should she tell her now?

20 Sept

Her heart beats with anxiety. Like the song that goes 'the months they don't matter it's the days I can't take, as hours turns to minutes and I'm seconds away.' She waits for acceptance but who can tell her it might never arrive?

20 Sept

They waited. No one starts. Blankly staring into each others eyes. Almost as if making the first move means giving in. Minutes like hours passed. "Er... Sir, Mdm, we are closing." says the waiter.

20 Sept

The mark of a worthy man lies in the integrity to select all or nothing. Her earnest smile, scent of money, flattering conversations are but a shallow trial.

18 Sept

There was this man who was looking at his toes. After knowing himself for 30 over years, he never cared looking at them. He knows he has all in tact. This time, he noticed something is amiss. He seem to have a left big toe that looks like his right big toe. Or are all toes made like that?