Showing posts with label photography. Show all posts
Showing posts with label photography. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

carousels

'carousel at Hyde Park'
within a matter of seconds,
the world stops blurring infront of my eyes
the pixels stop morphing
and put down their disguise.

i am called to answer,

in a court of law.
order, They say, is up to me
even if it seemed to grow further and further.

They said,
you. grab it back,
when we pull it away.
you. seize the chance,
when you are given another day.

to live.

pour vivre,
il y a une vie, seulement.

et, je ne suis rien une petite fille, d'accord?

i have a working mind,
and a beating heart.
a will to learn
my strength bestowed by God,
a marvelous start. a marvelous start.

take the world as it is,

that flaming orb in your palm.
let no jester's rhyme turn your head
and no man make you lose your charm.

"take what you can, give nothing back"
hit the road, jack.


you don't live here no more.


Monday, October 22, 2012

the special ones



in the middle of all the action,
the lights go off,
and they flicker.
suddenly everything becomes a scramble of limbs,
a snapshot,
a glimpse,
gone.

those are like the memories with you.
with all of you.
digging deeper into the closets of the incubus,
i find that all that i clothed myself with were
the shadows of a life worth living.
the reflections in the mirror
should be worth seeing face to face.

yet, i'm still so confused when it comes to you.
to all of you.
attraction, it's predatory on the rational values of my soul,
it encroaches on the private borders of my mind,
it brings me back to edge,
it tapdances on those lines,
drawn out in chalk,
they're fading.

i'm trying not to seem shifting.
where's the concrete to lay down the slab
on my chest, on my feet, on my hands,
on my heart.
letting the city swallow me.
keeping myself from the everchanging,
still, my mind runs too fast from the cage
it knows too well...
there isn't any life after this hell.
"hell is a state of being" and being in love is "glamourous hell".

let me know when you're being genuine.
when you're really in love.
because all of them felt the same,
so either i'm fickle, or i'm really good at lying.