A small garden sat on top of a hill,
greeted the morning suns and the evening chills
The nights were lovely,
moonlit flowers sang coyly
of love stories never told
till the lovers were old.
Ah secret love! ´Tis the nervous passion that
thrive in the young chests of every age.
The garden, too, had found a mistress in her heart
and let my words be marked,
the journey she faced was bitter'n hard.
A traveler.
Where golden leaves fell with the wind
he set his foot.
In the beginning of autumn,
the traveler stumbled upon the garden.
Whatever his quest,
a stranger is a guest.
With the ribbons tied to her dress,
the garden graced his visit,
genuine but watchful nevertheless.
A fortnight the garden nested the traveler,
for he was kind and generous with his treasures.
But as the last moon set for daylight,
the garden began to cry,
for the traveler was leaving
and taking
with him her most beautiful blossoms.
Where he swore an oath to return,
or let his soul burn,
the traveler left for lands foreign.
Many a day the small garden waited.
Many a year the small garden waited.
On a morn of flowering spring winds,
the traveler returned.
He had lost her blossoms on a stormy sea ride.
But returned, with flowers brought
from the other side.
2013年12月5日 星期四
2013年11月19日 星期二
Flower
Music: Lana Del Rey - Born To Die The Paradise
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y3wygLRmSHI
Time:9:48 pm
Limp like a dying rose days without water, the stem is a floppy green string of common death. Soggy and damp to the touch, her petals start to cry deep red tears. The north wind confuses her soft head, blowing in the dark a distortion of directions. Where do I go? Where will you go? Where is your hand for me to hold? Why do you have thorns that cut me?
So many questions and so few answered. My gentle flower regards me in her quiet wisdom.
I feed her liquid, feed her life. She drinks hungrily, but only just holding off death at bay.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y3wygLRmSHI
Time:9:48 pm
Limp like a dying rose days without water, the stem is a floppy green string of common death. Soggy and damp to the touch, her petals start to cry deep red tears. The north wind confuses her soft head, blowing in the dark a distortion of directions. Where do I go? Where will you go? Where is your hand for me to hold? Why do you have thorns that cut me?
So many questions and so few answered. My gentle flower regards me in her quiet wisdom.
I feed her liquid, feed her life. She drinks hungrily, but only just holding off death at bay.
2013年11月2日 星期六
Casuals
Time: 2:26pm
Music:John Legend -She Don't Have To Know
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=11cNz8y5LO0&list=PL487D803BF2461FF5
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=11cNz8y5LO0&list=PL487D803BF2461FF5
A night air presses gently on their cool foreheads.
Leilei sits with her delicate legs dangling from a high wooden stool. Her guests form a warm circle around a menu listed by Friday. Wispy clouds of warm sweet scent linger in between their beautifully tanned faces. Softened by the Southern sun. A good-natured old pup props herself against by my feet, softly panting. My toes rub lovingly at the soft belly. More gentle whining.
As flows of memories make individual entrances and exits. We try and relive certain moments that made us who we think we are. A little unicorn on the top of our heads gallop in circles, sputtering glitter. That's how special it was.
2013年10月22日 星期二
Crash
Time: 10:00 pm
How ridiculous is it, that a heart can flip moods like an expert cook with steak.
I treat my symptoms with verbal therapy. I heal myself with a spoken truth. Like a child softly murmuring and then carefully but clearly articulating new sounds. Addressing life's problems in the face.
Come again a neon blue. The blunt stabs denting the walls of my sanity.
Make stronger.
Mask
Time: 21:02
I go about my daily business with a blue sky capped above my head, a true bliss considering where I come from. I imagine Taipei gloomy, with its grey population trudging about. And here I walk with my water bottle, temperature cool and giving away to the surrounding heat. I walk back and forth between my office chair and the conference room. That's where I refill the my water bottle. The water enters my bottle in a steady flow but my mind is a blank flow. I peer out like an aging prisoner sentenced to love.
2013年10月19日 星期六
I never look forward to you.
Music: TINA MAY & NIKKI ILES - Change Of Sky
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZQnY4F_RtXM
Mad and tired. derit dna daM. If there was no bubble to begin with why does she feel like as if the bubble's burst? Then one feels so ridiculously foolish because she knew, she knew that feelings were not trustworthy. Of hers or anyone's.
Shallow music enter ears of regret. Never once have they fallen together in the whirlpool of gold at rainbow's end. A dip or two, she says guiltily, I only splashed about a bit, nothing serious. But she wrings her hands as she vomits up ribbons of lies.
I never look forward to you.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZQnY4F_RtXM
Mad and tired. derit dna daM. If there was no bubble to begin with why does she feel like as if the bubble's burst? Then one feels so ridiculously foolish because she knew, she knew that feelings were not trustworthy. Of hers or anyone's.
Shallow music enter ears of regret. Never once have they fallen together in the whirlpool of gold at rainbow's end. A dip or two, she says guiltily, I only splashed about a bit, nothing serious. But she wrings her hands as she vomits up ribbons of lies.
I never look forward to you.
2013年10月17日 星期四
Let us mourn without music.
Time: No Time
The immediate dash of pain as it sears through my hanging hope of freedom from a simple weekend.
A simple two day weekend.
Gone! Gone like the wind!
Gone as swift as a young antelope would charge down a golden autumn hill.
Crushing the dry leaves into a million dead pieces as he goes.
The immediate dash of pain as it sears through my hanging hope of freedom from a simple weekend.
A simple two day weekend.
Gone! Gone like the wind!
Gone as swift as a young antelope would charge down a golden autumn hill.
Crushing the dry leaves into a million dead pieces as he goes.
2013年6月23日 星期日
people that make me angry.
Music: Natalia Kartashova plays Liszt - La Campanella
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=endscreen&v=QihpVhJ-yUU&NR=1
Time: 5:50 pm
That's you dead for infuriating me. You, you, and you.
I would hang you by the hair on the steep cliff of Cape Canaille. The salt wind would whip you silly. Nobody would hear your screams. There is nothing gentle about the Mediterranean when a punishment is sought.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=endscreen&v=QihpVhJ-yUU&NR=1
Time: 5:50 pm
Anger bubbles up and hit her contracting throat. Rude obnoxious stuck up twigs for legs, she curses under her breath. She presses the crisp white sheets in halves and then in quarters. Fingers trembling slightly as heat of fury hiss out at the tip of her clear cut fingernails. Tucking in the sides of the sheets with small tugs and presses, she cap seals newly made beds into tomb like tents of white.
That's you dead for infuriating me. You, you, and you.
I would hang you by the hair on the steep cliff of Cape Canaille. The salt wind would whip you silly. Nobody would hear your screams. There is nothing gentle about the Mediterranean when a punishment is sought.
2013年6月21日 星期五
Very Precious
Music: Lose Yourself to Dance - Dafttpunk
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TBXv37PFcAQ
Time: 4:20pm
Strewn like beads of silky pearls across the neck of a blue universe. Thoughts treasured like precious stones lining the peripheral of thy mind. My breath echoes off your skin in soft thunders. Entwined from the roots of our minds an inspiration takes a double take to flow.
Awakening.
In the very lovely minutes of my time, I dress my breasts, my thighs, my feet and my fluttering spirit. Everything is in flowers and petals. A scented spray of thick cotton candy. If I tread a pebbled path of the unknown I make Spring follow. This was the idea. This was the idea all along.
So I skip along the shrubberies of my everyday life with exaggerated gaiety, blossoming joy like a fertile rabbit. Pretty flowers I bend down to pick, and they delicately cut my fingers with their delicate thorns. Pain was a necessity.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TBXv37PFcAQ
Time: 4:20pm
Strewn like beads of silky pearls across the neck of a blue universe. Thoughts treasured like precious stones lining the peripheral of thy mind. My breath echoes off your skin in soft thunders. Entwined from the roots of our minds an inspiration takes a double take to flow.
Awakening.
In the very lovely minutes of my time, I dress my breasts, my thighs, my feet and my fluttering spirit. Everything is in flowers and petals. A scented spray of thick cotton candy. If I tread a pebbled path of the unknown I make Spring follow. This was the idea. This was the idea all along.
So I skip along the shrubberies of my everyday life with exaggerated gaiety, blossoming joy like a fertile rabbit. Pretty flowers I bend down to pick, and they delicately cut my fingers with their delicate thorns. Pain was a necessity.
2013年6月14日 星期五
Afternoon, in bed with dreams.
Music:Stacey Kent - Hushabye Mountain
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sn6Tol70BjU
Time:3:10 pm
Ripping a delicate purple cloth in half, it tears from the middle. A soft hum lingers in the afternoon air as bees of lust buzz in the ears of the unfortunate ones. Fresh, like wind rippling over wet grass; gentle, like a single sliding tear of the deep sea mermaid. A blanket of silver stars glimmer in humble delight.
All images crumble into one warm blend of caramel. The back of my eyelids speak time. Slowly I open them like one would with a heavy window. A world of sorrow greets me.
It was something green, something blue, and maybe a touch of pink that floated in and out of focus on the soapy surface of that bright bubble. The bubble you, me, no.... we blew together.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sn6Tol70BjU
Time:3:10 pm
Ripping a delicate purple cloth in half, it tears from the middle. A soft hum lingers in the afternoon air as bees of lust buzz in the ears of the unfortunate ones. Fresh, like wind rippling over wet grass; gentle, like a single sliding tear of the deep sea mermaid. A blanket of silver stars glimmer in humble delight.
All images crumble into one warm blend of caramel. The back of my eyelids speak time. Slowly I open them like one would with a heavy window. A world of sorrow greets me.
It was something green, something blue, and maybe a touch of pink that floated in and out of focus on the soapy surface of that bright bubble. The bubble you, me, no.... we blew together.
2013年5月25日 星期六
Sunny Windowpanes
Music: Submarine (Full Album) - Alex Turner
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d0yA0Q1l2jo&list=PLkGaWn7zHZ8RahuElXJKt4W90Izt313aC
Time: 2:31 pm
I say this because I have been sitting here for years, my dear old friend wipes me down with a cool damp cloth every morning before opening up his shop at eight.
The morning sun basks me in his new born rays of love. A glowing affection is scattered from the point it penetrates the windowpanes and scatter into glittering golden cuts of fame.
Holding steady my sturdy legs as I prepare for duty. As the the day commences I am granted with life again by a general recognition of my surroundings. I hold the weight of knowledge, of beauty, of sorrows and its inspiration. I am little appreciated, but the pure gift of existence, being assigned an insignificant role in the life of many overwhelm. People accept me just as easily as they leave me, parting without a glance behind. I thank them for taking their time, though most times it goes unnoticed that it was a sore will that allowed our fate to coincide.
Again, a sun through the window is my only stable companion. Thin stripes of gold paint moving zebra stripes upon my rigid body. With our simple animation, we hypnotize birds and small insects to linger by our windows.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d0yA0Q1l2jo&list=PLkGaWn7zHZ8RahuElXJKt4W90Izt313aC
Time: 2:31 pm
I say this because I have been sitting here for years, my dear old friend wipes me down with a cool damp cloth every morning before opening up his shop at eight.
The morning sun basks me in his new born rays of love. A glowing affection is scattered from the point it penetrates the windowpanes and scatter into glittering golden cuts of fame.
Holding steady my sturdy legs as I prepare for duty. As the the day commences I am granted with life again by a general recognition of my surroundings. I hold the weight of knowledge, of beauty, of sorrows and its inspiration. I am little appreciated, but the pure gift of existence, being assigned an insignificant role in the life of many overwhelm. People accept me just as easily as they leave me, parting without a glance behind. I thank them for taking their time, though most times it goes unnoticed that it was a sore will that allowed our fate to coincide.
Again, a sun through the window is my only stable companion. Thin stripes of gold paint moving zebra stripes upon my rigid body. With our simple animation, we hypnotize birds and small insects to linger by our windows.
2013年5月22日 星期三
Downhill
Music: Candles - Daughters
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=90mzH1kvznQ&feature=endscreen&NR=1
Time: 8:20om
Pit me in a vague darkness,
I love you like a broken chip of glass ,
cut clouds into abnormal shapes of deep solid cheese.
Everything seems to gallop past when a wait is under progress....
because nothing matters, only your object of desire is in focus.
Music act as background music, broken melodies are hummed off-tune.
Too tired to concentrate and too weary to write.
Black follicles slip out with a hair coated in thin jelly, and that is what everyone expects in trust. Because trust can be broken and renewed, but it accumulates growth and filth with experience.
Candles burn with an earnest energy and wither to glowing dots of gold.
Cup my ears to a seashell and childish chant plays, rewinds and replays. "She sells seashells by the seashore..."
Aging is no sin, but being young you are too lovely to stay innocent.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=90mzH1kvznQ&feature=endscreen&NR=1
Time: 8:20om
Pit me in a vague darkness,
I love you like a broken chip of glass ,
cut clouds into abnormal shapes of deep solid cheese.
Everything seems to gallop past when a wait is under progress....
because nothing matters, only your object of desire is in focus.
Music act as background music, broken melodies are hummed off-tune.
Too tired to concentrate and too weary to write.
Black follicles slip out with a hair coated in thin jelly, and that is what everyone expects in trust. Because trust can be broken and renewed, but it accumulates growth and filth with experience.
Candles burn with an earnest energy and wither to glowing dots of gold.
Cup my ears to a seashell and childish chant plays, rewinds and replays. "She sells seashells by the seashore..."
Aging is no sin, but being young you are too lovely to stay innocent.
Sleepy Bug
Music:A Walk - Tycho
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mehLx_Fjv_c
Time: 6:38pm
Sleepy bug crawls on the tip of your eyebrows,
Sleepy bug sits on the curve of your lips,
Sleep bug blinks with each waving breeze of your fluttering eyelashes.
Sleepy bug, web your hair lazily like an aged spider.
Sleepy bug hikes down your spine and takes a nap at the crossing of a vertebral column,
Sleepy bug, hungry, munches up some nerves.
Sleepy bug, thirsty, pierces the sole of your feet and draws thick blood.
Sleepy bug rubs against your leg lovingly.
You yawn.
As-fast-as-lightening-sleepy-bug-shoots-into-your-mouth-and-you-don't-even-notice.
Content, sleepy bug lies snug on the tender bed of your tongue, waiting for slumber.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mehLx_Fjv_c
Time: 6:38pm
Sleepy bug crawls on the tip of your eyebrows,
Sleepy bug sits on the curve of your lips,
Sleep bug blinks with each waving breeze of your fluttering eyelashes.
Sleepy bug, web your hair lazily like an aged spider.
Sleepy bug hikes down your spine and takes a nap at the crossing of a vertebral column,
Sleepy bug, hungry, munches up some nerves.
Sleepy bug, thirsty, pierces the sole of your feet and draws thick blood.
Sleepy bug rubs against your leg lovingly.
You yawn.
As-fast-as-lightening-sleepy-bug-shoots-into-your-mouth-and-you-don't-even-notice.
Content, sleepy bug lies snug on the tender bed of your tongue, waiting for slumber.
2013年5月15日 星期三
Mango Slices
Music:Noah and the Whale
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T8YCSJpF4g4
Time: 10:38am
On an ivory plate lies a thick slice of tropical mango, unpeeled. The skin is thin and depicts a paralyzed frame of a slow motion fire. The flesh of the fruit is a creamy tangerine. I cup the fruit in my hands and bring it up to eye-level. Having been kept in the fridge, the fruit had a layer of cold air hovering and shedding cold particles into its surroundings by the second. My eyes were met with with a mango cold front and I blink to keep them from glazing over.
Lick my lips, open my jaws 50 degrees, saliva spurting a spa of enzymes, I enter a third of the mango into my mouth. Using only my front teeth I scrape a chunk of cold firm heaven from the mother piece.
I rotate the mango 30 degrees and repeat, again and again, until a cool limp piece of a two-coloured skin remain.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T8YCSJpF4g4
Time: 10:38am
On an ivory plate lies a thick slice of tropical mango, unpeeled. The skin is thin and depicts a paralyzed frame of a slow motion fire. The flesh of the fruit is a creamy tangerine. I cup the fruit in my hands and bring it up to eye-level. Having been kept in the fridge, the fruit had a layer of cold air hovering and shedding cold particles into its surroundings by the second. My eyes were met with with a mango cold front and I blink to keep them from glazing over.
Lick my lips, open my jaws 50 degrees, saliva spurting a spa of enzymes, I enter a third of the mango into my mouth. Using only my front teeth I scrape a chunk of cold firm heaven from the mother piece.
I rotate the mango 30 degrees and repeat, again and again, until a cool limp piece of a two-coloured skin remain.
Purple Hallucination
Time:7:36 pm
It was from those eyes where all lights departed that gave me my first hopes of passion.
Almost obligated to love, I take out the cotton stuffing inside my heart and stitch it back with shaking hands. I spread the contents of my existence in an open concert of flying notes, the audience capture in them in a robotic frenzy and put it inside their ears. I turn around to face a boy, so expressionless and unconcerned to his surroundings. I kiss him on the forehead then slowly blindfold him. He does not move, only twitching slightly to the deep thuds of music in the background.
I wave my hands loose in the air, eyes closed. He does the same. I move my shoulders back and forth, he copies. I bring my face close to his, and he kisses me.
As our fingers entwine I start choking, it was not supposed to turn out like this. I clasp my free hand to my neck, an inward scream generates in desperation. My eyes widen as a fire starts to burn up from my lungs. A blackness hovers like death. The crowd in the distance cheers.
Don't surrender, don't surrender.
2013年5月14日 星期二
Rain
Music: Young the Giant
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WPUcP3k3CMY
Time:3:31pm
Rain feels good when it hits hard.
Rain sounds great when you are indoors, cuddled up to a cat, a lover or a thick book.
Rain tastes different depending on ones mood, and of course a different continent would each grow a flavour unique to the area.
I wonder what rain tastes like in Russia?
If I had to analyze the rain that fell from the sky at 3:02pm in Taipei today:
Texture: Glutinous, mushy
Colour: Gray and muddy
Temperature: Heated
Route: 63º Landing with the wind.
Mood: Nostalgic
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WPUcP3k3CMY
Time:3:31pm
Rain feels good when it hits hard.
Rain sounds great when you are indoors, cuddled up to a cat, a lover or a thick book.
Rain tastes different depending on ones mood, and of course a different continent would each grow a flavour unique to the area.
I wonder what rain tastes like in Russia?
If I had to analyze the rain that fell from the sky at 3:02pm in Taipei today:
Texture: Glutinous, mushy
Colour: Gray and muddy
Temperature: Heated
Route: 63º Landing with the wind.
Mood: Nostalgic
2013年5月13日 星期一
Raw
Music:Work (Explicit) - Iggy Azalea
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_zR6ROjoOX0
Time: 10:20 pm
Almost a fantasy. I ride a roller coaster of trance with silver
lights,flashing in and out. Fingertips run like currents of electricity
over the surface of my arms. I raise them above my head and flower my
fingers,deep humming bass deflower my senses with each pounding beat.
The music sways me from side to side, overturning me in a current where
everything is azure. I sing along even though I don't hear myself
my vocals vibrate and I feel alive. Suddenly a girl with sleek black
hair pull me close and whisper words into my ears. I smile at her and
she takes my hand. I caress her face and she grinds herself against the
music.
The air smells slightly of smoke, mingled with anxiety, greed, lust,
and peculiar disturbances.
The crowd slither over each other, hungry.
I think if I canned them all right now they would make the best
Spanish canned seafood. The customers would open up to a raw herd
of fresh meat.
A few hours the wave hits again.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_zR6ROjoOX0
Time: 10:20 pm
Almost a fantasy. I ride a roller coaster of trance with silver
lights,flashing in and out. Fingertips run like currents of electricity
over the surface of my arms. I raise them above my head and flower my
fingers,deep humming bass deflower my senses with each pounding beat.
The music sways me from side to side, overturning me in a current where
everything is azure. I sing along even though I don't hear myself
my vocals vibrate and I feel alive. Suddenly a girl with sleek black
hair pull me close and whisper words into my ears. I smile at her and
she takes my hand. I caress her face and she grinds herself against the
music.
The air smells slightly of smoke, mingled with anxiety, greed, lust,
and peculiar disturbances.
The crowd slither over each other, hungry.
I think if I canned them all right now they would make the best
Spanish canned seafood. The customers would open up to a raw herd
of fresh meat.
A few hours the wave hits again.
2013年5月9日 星期四
Familiar Landscapes Behind
Music:Gymnopédie #1 (Eric Satie) - Liona Boyd
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aXmCWXo9bpc
Time:1:30pm
Leaving a familiar landscape behind is always easy, so much adventure awaits.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aXmCWXo9bpc
Time:1:30pm
But all becomes different when you are the one being left behind.
Every waiting lover, mother, sister, or friend would nod their head vigorously to this.
While an unknown path awaits a traveler, the rest of world wake up to a slightly different day every morning. But only just slightly. The foul smell of routine is the shared stink we give off from life. The pity fragrance grows stronger with age. Some people scrub really hard at it with reality, some prefer to cover up by lavishing themselves with rich perfume, but most people just can't be bothered and grow used to the stench. One theory is that if everybody smelt bad, there would be no means of telling who was worse than the other.
The travelers sport a fresh wind, it combs through their hair, sifts out the secular elements. Impurities behind.
While an unknown path awaits a traveler, the rest of world wake up to a slightly different day every morning. But only just slightly. The foul smell of routine is the shared stink we give off from life. The pity fragrance grows stronger with age. Some people scrub really hard at it with reality, some prefer to cover up by lavishing themselves with rich perfume, but most people just can't be bothered and grow used to the stench. One theory is that if everybody smelt bad, there would be no means of telling who was worse than the other.
The travelers sport a fresh wind, it combs through their hair, sifts out the secular elements. Impurities behind.
2013年5月8日 星期三
Some nights
Song:Some nights - Fun
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qQkBeOisNM0
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qQkBeOisNM0
Time:6:00 pm
As all voices blended into one harmonious hum, their strong hearts pump hard against their young rib cages as if wanting to break free from a flow of green blood.
Thick and smooth as honey. I would even call it sweet. Because that's what young blood ripened in wholesome climates would give to the tongue.
2013年5月5日 星期日
Lizard Life is Hard
Music: Get Lucky - Daft Punk
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M7VTByl6WqA&feature=share
Time:7:17pm
One giant paw pinned me to the ground.
My worst nightmare as I look up and see one furry white head to one side. Oh curiosity, but my life depended on it this time, not his. As the cat put more weight on me I felt my heart beating into my thin cool skin. Could it have been the tail I would have made my lucky escape, but no, he had me full on.
Sniff sniff
Suddenly the pressure was off, and blood rushed so quickly to my head I stood there dizzy like as sun-drunk snail. And then before I could barge me legs to run the paw was brought back down on me, hard. It held tighter this time.
I thought I was going to have my eyeballs squeezed out. The cat brought his head down to give me a soft gnaw on the head. His breath absolutely disgusting I nearly fainted. I gave a startled scream that came out as a loud squawk. Startled, the cat jumped back. This time I ran as fast as I could for the bushes, flapping my four legs back and forth with ridiculous speed. I made proud progress but the cat was faster, with one leap he landed an inch away from me, this huge monster that blocked the sun, my light of freedom. Flicking his tail this way and that, he eyed me again with these menacing green slits of evil.
The ground shook slightly as a human girl approached, black Jansport slung over one shoulder. Swift as lightening she stooped down and cupped me between her two warm hands. The cat scowled, the girl smiled. She eyed me carefully, took out a white square machine and pointed a lens at my startled face.
snap.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M7VTByl6WqA&feature=share
Time:7:17pm
One giant paw pinned me to the ground.
My worst nightmare as I look up and see one furry white head to one side. Oh curiosity, but my life depended on it this time, not his. As the cat put more weight on me I felt my heart beating into my thin cool skin. Could it have been the tail I would have made my lucky escape, but no, he had me full on.
Sniff sniff
Suddenly the pressure was off, and blood rushed so quickly to my head I stood there dizzy like as sun-drunk snail. And then before I could barge me legs to run the paw was brought back down on me, hard. It held tighter this time.
I thought I was going to have my eyeballs squeezed out. The cat brought his head down to give me a soft gnaw on the head. His breath absolutely disgusting I nearly fainted. I gave a startled scream that came out as a loud squawk. Startled, the cat jumped back. This time I ran as fast as I could for the bushes, flapping my four legs back and forth with ridiculous speed. I made proud progress but the cat was faster, with one leap he landed an inch away from me, this huge monster that blocked the sun, my light of freedom. Flicking his tail this way and that, he eyed me again with these menacing green slits of evil.
The ground shook slightly as a human girl approached, black Jansport slung over one shoulder. Swift as lightening she stooped down and cupped me between her two warm hands. The cat scowled, the girl smiled. She eyed me carefully, took out a white square machine and pointed a lens at my startled face.
snap.
2013年4月28日 星期日
Sister
Music:Say it isn't so - Stacey Kent
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HOBTDjs8ix8
Time:11:38 pm
Sister holding my hand.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HOBTDjs8ix8
Time:11:38 pm
Sister holding my hand.
Sister rubbing my back.
Sister making my lunch.
Sister singing, sister dancing.
Sister singing, sister dancing.
Sister growing up.
Sister getting a boyfriend.
Sister changing her name.
Sister crying, sister in pain.
Sister laughing, new again.
Sister as a mum.
Sister as a friend.
Sister, sister.
2013年4月24日 星期三
"Have Faith and Thou Shall be Granted with Eternal Bliss."
Music: Love Sex Magic - Ciara & Justin Timberlake
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=raB8z_tXq7A
Time:11:29 am
I stare up at the cream ceiling, its paint peeling off at the edges, the perfect canvas for all the porn I project onto it before sleeping each night. Yesterday I fell asleep before I could remember to put my hands inside my pants. The lights and shades playing on the back of my closed eyelids made it as if I was on ecstasy, and I fantasized about my hot cousins one by one until sleep took over. Sean walked into my room greeted with silent bodies making love, fucking to be more exact.
He climbed into bed with me and finished my whole damn collection, ending up as horny as hell. He tried to wake me up by poking his knee in my bum, but I got annoyed in my sleep and according to him, I threw my alarm clock in his face. I think he might be right, because my clock was nowhere to be seen this morning. But maybe he threw it out the window on purpose just to piss me off, so that I would be late for class and fuck him in the morning.
Mum called in the afternoon:
"Sweetheart, you have to come home this weekend, it's your sister's birthday and it wouldn't be the same without her big brother."
"Mum, she hates me."
"But I love you. So be there."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=raB8z_tXq7A
Time:11:29 am
I stare up at the cream ceiling, its paint peeling off at the edges, the perfect canvas for all the porn I project onto it before sleeping each night. Yesterday I fell asleep before I could remember to put my hands inside my pants. The lights and shades playing on the back of my closed eyelids made it as if I was on ecstasy, and I fantasized about my hot cousins one by one until sleep took over. Sean walked into my room greeted with silent bodies making love, fucking to be more exact.
He climbed into bed with me and finished my whole damn collection, ending up as horny as hell. He tried to wake me up by poking his knee in my bum, but I got annoyed in my sleep and according to him, I threw my alarm clock in his face. I think he might be right, because my clock was nowhere to be seen this morning. But maybe he threw it out the window on purpose just to piss me off, so that I would be late for class and fuck him in the morning.
Mum called in the afternoon:
"Sweetheart, you have to come home this weekend, it's your sister's birthday and it wouldn't be the same without her big brother."
"Mum, she hates me."
"But I love you. So be there."
Itchy
Music: If I Ever Get Around To Living - John Mayer
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ytB-y0qgOKg
Time: 1:23 am
Writing when you're slightly tipsy is fun.
The keyboard jumps up to meet the tip of your fingers. You are numb and dumb and too slow for the mosquitoes biting and sucking the fresh young blood off your over-excited circulation.
And your head bobs to the beat of John Mayer.....oh here comes the solo. Listen.
Doo-dododum-dodum-dodoludoo....
Restless tonight. Some image I want to wave away but it sticks like a fly to honey.
I am itching all over because of the damned mosquito, and I can't see a fucking thing because the sneaky thing is too quick for me.
I hang upside down in this twisted universe, holding out my bare arms and an upturned thumb, in the hope of hitchhiking into your heart. It's hard. Everybody zooms by without noticing my bright smile and they don't notice the fierce sun is burning me, lighting up my hair and other hairy parts. Flames engulf me and I scream. A destiny is shown and I walk it proud. You welcome me with open arms at check-point but I avoid you because I know you don't mean it. Nothing comes easy, and if this is the only thing I learnt from life, it is that I am born alone, and I will die alone.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ytB-y0qgOKg
Time: 1:23 am
Writing when you're slightly tipsy is fun.
The keyboard jumps up to meet the tip of your fingers. You are numb and dumb and too slow for the mosquitoes biting and sucking the fresh young blood off your over-excited circulation.
And your head bobs to the beat of John Mayer.....oh here comes the solo. Listen.
Doo-dododum-dodum-dodoludoo....
Restless tonight. Some image I want to wave away but it sticks like a fly to honey.
I am itching all over because of the damned mosquito, and I can't see a fucking thing because the sneaky thing is too quick for me.
I hang upside down in this twisted universe, holding out my bare arms and an upturned thumb, in the hope of hitchhiking into your heart. It's hard. Everybody zooms by without noticing my bright smile and they don't notice the fierce sun is burning me, lighting up my hair and other hairy parts. Flames engulf me and I scream. A destiny is shown and I walk it proud. You welcome me with open arms at check-point but I avoid you because I know you don't mean it. Nothing comes easy, and if this is the only thing I learnt from life, it is that I am born alone, and I will die alone.
2013年4月23日 星期二
The Departure
Music:Breath Me - Sia (cover by Juliette Valduriez)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7RJA4RxhaGk
Time:10:44pm
His eyes, soft and sad, caress her hair, her tightened lips, the very tip of her chin.
So beautiful, I'm going to remember every inch of you.
Pulling her close in one swift motion, he wraps her completely in him. But she lies like a dead flower, cold and motionless. His fingers entwine blindly around hers, repeatingly squeezing and releasing the the the fleshy part of her palms, pumping love and despair.
Closing his eyes, he searches for her lips in the dark. They are met tense, withdrawn, but a tenderness pervades. He pushes his lips against the the remaining softness, parting them with his own and breathing into her. At first he feels nothing but the reaction force coming from his efforts, but slowly he notices her little by little. She was coming back to me.
Moistened by hot, gushing tears, a flame rekindles and bursts into a dangerous burning blaze. Their mouths almost mold into one as he could not tell where the beginning ended. Their lips clutch to each other as if space could kill. He has his eyes closed so the world is dark. But light burst from his heart, almost ripping from it. There was hope.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7RJA4RxhaGk
Time:10:44pm
His eyes, soft and sad, caress her hair, her tightened lips, the very tip of her chin.
So beautiful, I'm going to remember every inch of you.
Pulling her close in one swift motion, he wraps her completely in him. But she lies like a dead flower, cold and motionless. His fingers entwine blindly around hers, repeatingly squeezing and releasing the the the fleshy part of her palms, pumping love and despair.
Closing his eyes, he searches for her lips in the dark. They are met tense, withdrawn, but a tenderness pervades. He pushes his lips against the the remaining softness, parting them with his own and breathing into her. At first he feels nothing but the reaction force coming from his efforts, but slowly he notices her little by little. She was coming back to me.
Moistened by hot, gushing tears, a flame rekindles and bursts into a dangerous burning blaze. Their mouths almost mold into one as he could not tell where the beginning ended. Their lips clutch to each other as if space could kill. He has his eyes closed so the world is dark. But light burst from his heart, almost ripping from it. There was hope.
2013年4月22日 星期一
What Gives Life
Music:Chopin Nocturne Op.9 No.2 —Arthur Rubinstein
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YGRO05WcNDk
Time:1:11am
Her thin hair whipping in the fierce wind. Slicing the surrounding air in halves and quarters, the pieces falling soundlessly away as if a vacuum in a new space dimension had suddenly manifested itself in one of the nearby red-bricked walls. She tucks her hair in one loose bun, and the wind, disappointed to have lost her playmate, compose a long sad howl and gradually let it fade into a whisper. The trees listen. Toes tucked into the grass, she runs her long delicate fingers over the bark of one tall dark pine. It almost shivers at her touch, with curiosity, anxiety, and the unmistakable ingredient of fear.
"Love me." The tree pleads.
"I will love you in a way you will never understand." She replies.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YGRO05WcNDk
Time:1:11am
Her thin hair whipping in the fierce wind. Slicing the surrounding air in halves and quarters, the pieces falling soundlessly away as if a vacuum in a new space dimension had suddenly manifested itself in one of the nearby red-bricked walls. She tucks her hair in one loose bun, and the wind, disappointed to have lost her playmate, compose a long sad howl and gradually let it fade into a whisper. The trees listen. Toes tucked into the grass, she runs her long delicate fingers over the bark of one tall dark pine. It almost shivers at her touch, with curiosity, anxiety, and the unmistakable ingredient of fear.
"Love me." The tree pleads.
"I will love you in a way you will never understand." She replies.
2013年4月19日 星期五
The Wedding
Music: So young—The Corrs
Time:22:17
Looking at herself in the mirror, she smiles nervously at the pale girl, and is glad when she smiles back.
Today's the day.
She twirls at her golden curls, so full and so ready.
Ready for what? For cushioning the rest of her life, her head next to his?
She is nervous, and tugging almost violently at her hair now.
Ready for what? For cushioning the rest of her life, her head next to his?
She is nervous, and tugging almost violently at her hair now.
But then outside the sun shifts in the comfort of his clouds, allowing a peek a golden ray seep out, it penetrates through her open window. Feeling the glowing warmth on the the back of her bare neck, the girl closes her eyes, enjoying this quiet moment of blessing.
In the back of her mind, a wild rush of passion, as if tipped over by a careless waitress, spills and colours inch by inch the carpet of her tranquil spirit. Too warm, tiny beads of sweat glisten on her pearl smooth shoulder blades, forming a soft illusion of crystalled wings.
In the back of her mind, a wild rush of passion, as if tipped over by a careless waitress, spills and colours inch by inch the carpet of her tranquil spirit. Too warm, tiny beads of sweat glisten on her pearl smooth shoulder blades, forming a soft illusion of crystalled wings.
A little white bird was composing the most delicate song, delivering with all his heart, he sang until his heart broke. People who heard shed tears and felt genuinely sorry.
The song was made for the girl, an invitation.
The girl spread those wings and flew.
2013年4月18日 星期四
Romance as a Foreign Concept
Music: The look of Love — Diana Krall
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yr8xDSPjII8
Time:10:28am
Painted with a soft dash of warm cream, wings as crisp and fragile like honey burnt paper. Flirting with the wind, the promiscuous butterflies flutter passionately around each other.
Nearby, a soft-eyed brown bitch sniffs by, followed by four furry balls of yelping pups. The greet each other like old friends every two seconds. Tiny tongues face wash. A stumbling childhood.
Their mother stares at the human stranger, human stranger stares at her swollen teats.
**********************************************************************
"Where is the love of my life?"
"He's out there somewhere."
"He's an asshole."
"I love him."
"Yes?"
"No."
Love exists, but just not here.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yr8xDSPjII8
Time:10:28am
Painted with a soft dash of warm cream, wings as crisp and fragile like honey burnt paper. Flirting with the wind, the promiscuous butterflies flutter passionately around each other.
Nearby, a soft-eyed brown bitch sniffs by, followed by four furry balls of yelping pups. The greet each other like old friends every two seconds. Tiny tongues face wash. A stumbling childhood.
Their mother stares at the human stranger, human stranger stares at her swollen teats.
**********************************************************************
"Where is the love of my life?"
"He's out there somewhere."
"He's an asshole."
"I love him."
"Yes?"
"No."
Love exists, but just not here.
To War
Music: I wanna go - Summer Heart
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y2ujWvQ60fI
Time:22:34
Rain
Rain, single and lukewarm, in short and wide time spaces come rushing down. Or rather, seeing the face of earth rush up to them in one dark blur (it was during night time.) Then before they knew it — the pavement hits them, umbrellas crashing into, the greasy skins of the tired Taiwanese people breaking them into a million droplets.
The first troop sacrificed gloriously, their clear blood flowing underground, to the river, and finally slipping quietly into the dark and ominous Pacific.
Noodles
I looked dubiously at the greasy, brown stained grey pot the woman was holding. She carelessly dipped a dirty spoon in a big tin of unknown content, and withdrew a clump of half solid brown slush of what seemed like the beginning of my nightmare. Dumping it inside the pot, she then went on to add oil, salt, and a pinch of very dead looking spring onion. Batting it all together with one quick spur of intensity, she made the sauce of my noodles in less than 2 seconds. The noodles, boiling away innocently in their strainers, had no idea the cruel fate that awaits them in that dark evil pot.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y2ujWvQ60fI
Time:22:34
Rain
Rain, single and lukewarm, in short and wide time spaces come rushing down. Or rather, seeing the face of earth rush up to them in one dark blur (it was during night time.) Then before they knew it — the pavement hits them, umbrellas crashing into, the greasy skins of the tired Taiwanese people breaking them into a million droplets.
The first troop sacrificed gloriously, their clear blood flowing underground, to the river, and finally slipping quietly into the dark and ominous Pacific.
Noodles
I looked dubiously at the greasy, brown stained grey pot the woman was holding. She carelessly dipped a dirty spoon in a big tin of unknown content, and withdrew a clump of half solid brown slush of what seemed like the beginning of my nightmare. Dumping it inside the pot, she then went on to add oil, salt, and a pinch of very dead looking spring onion. Batting it all together with one quick spur of intensity, she made the sauce of my noodles in less than 2 seconds. The noodles, boiling away innocently in their strainers, had no idea the cruel fate that awaits them in that dark evil pot.
訂閱：
文章 (Atom)