"i'll like a drop of rainwater refracting light...
and a dash of illumination across the endless dark too."

Monday, March 19, 2012

complaint of a hurt angry fish.

one of those days when fish decides to finish her piece in silence. perhaps it was truly her own fault for wanting to know. but if this was a huge part of her, what could she have done instead? does that give anyone the right to not let her know just because it was fun to watch her responses? fish would never want others to be in the same situation as her, so she would always choose to reveal if that person truly wants to know. perhaps that's why fish is so angry. this is why fish should just keep quiet and be a silent fish starting now. then others will find this no longer fun. perhaps its simply time for her to learn to not want to know. angry fish for today.

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Friday, March 16, 2012

quiet guy's song.
(who wouldn't want somebody like this anyways.)

I want somebody to share, share the rest of my life
Share my innermost thoughts, know my intimate details
Someone who'll stand by my side and give me support
And in return she'll get my support

She will listen to me when I want to speak
About the world we live in and life in general

Though my views may be wrong, they may even be perverted
She'll hear me out, and won't easily be converted
To my way of thinking in fact she'll often disagree
But at the end of it all she will understand me

I want somebody who cares for me passionately
With every thought and with every breath
Someone who'll help me see things in a different light
All the things I detest I will almost like

I don't want to be tied to anyone's strings
I'm carefully trying to steer clear of those things
But when I'm asleep I want somebody
Who will put their arms around me, kiss me tenderly

Though things like this make me sick
In a case like this I'll get away with it

ok. time for fish to break off this cycle.
she needs to get out of this trench.

Friday, March 9, 2012

deep-seated sorrow, perhaps not?
bittersweet melancholy - its always been so.
when she loses her steering wheel,
so wrong. so right. so what's left?

both so overly independent,
both so used to doing things on their own.
both so skilled at concealment.

she knows not why or how,
she simply knows she misses him,
and her heart softly ached thinking of the time she could have spent beside him.

but as usual, nobody knew how much she really liked him.
that all her thoughts of him were a little short of tormenting.

deep beneath her nonchalance and calmess,
lies the silent wish that he would rush to her side,
that he would hold her hand and asks her not to leave his side.

but fairytales are not meant to exist in real life anyway.
silly girl, one who had never forgotten this,
but still choose to believe in them.
can you get any sillier?

tell him, but she never would,
for she knows not what he thinks.
and she never will, for he will always be so mysterious and remain this ninja-like in her heart.

although March is coming to an end,
his every move shall be etched in her mind,
for a long long time.

mr quiet guy,
i like you so.
so very much indeed.
but i don't think you'll ever know,
this ninja side of me.

Tuesday, March 6, 2012


your smile, your move, your every word,
unknowingly i let them seep in.
into my mind, where they imprint,
helplessly, so helplessly.

your stride, your laugh, your child-likeness,
carelessly i let them creep in.
into my heart, where they overwhelm,
helplessly, so helplessly.

so generous you are,
with your unfathomable silence.
your self-claimed simplicity, a complex mystery,
dying to be unravelled.

i wish i could find that little corner in your heart,
to know what you truly feel.
i wish i could dive deep within the depths of your soul,
to see if a piece of mine exists.

a trance-like dream, i wish never to be awakened.
each day of the following day never seemed this far away,
knowing there's a chance to look into your eyes,
to hear your voice, to see you smile, to be near you.

i felt this would be nice, for the rest of my life.

can't help feeling silly around you.
can do nothing about my embedded shyness,
can't help looking into your eyes,
the ones that have seen so much, so deep.

we were so close,
and you were this close.

so close, to taking my breath all away.