Today, Tomorrow, Tequila

I wake Tomorrow up with a bottle of tequila.
The drink swirls around inside my head.
Back and forth, the dizzy alcohol crashes my skull.
Tomorrow always comes.
And Yesterday always goes.
I can only hold Today in my hand.
Everything else in between slips through my fingers.
Slur my words for me, baby.
Because, I don't want a world that doesn't make sense.
But this Earth spins out of my control.
Grip the trembling railing, because this is Tipsy Turvy.
And I'm Alice in Wonderland, thinking,
"How the Hell do I get out of here?"
Nothing makes sense to this drowned heart.
I'm living at the bottom of a bottle.

Sorry Secrets

Inside my heart, I’m holding onto regrets.
They’re a melody that replays like a broken music box.
Sorry secrets, I should have given up on that day.
But I’m still holding tightly inside my palm.
It’s difficult to let go of pain.

Inside my heart, I’m holding onto regrets.
They’re a melody that replays like a broken music box.
Sorry secrets, I should have never let you go.
But now I’m just living inside of yesterday.
It’s difficult to let go of memories.

Inside my heart, I’m holding onto regrets.
They’re a melody that replays like a broken music box.
Sorry secrets, I keep on lying to you every day.
But I trap lies inside myself even more so.
It’s difficult to let go of these feelings. 

Inside my heart, I’m holding onto regrets.
They’re a melody that replays like a broken music box.
Sorry secrets, one day I’ll be somewhere far away.
But I’ll still hold onto that piece of you inside my heart.
It’s difficult to let go of love.

Red Spider Lily

We are a red spider lily, destined to never be.
Your leaves fall away, when my petals grow.
I live through summer and die in winter.
You thrive in the cold seasons.
I tiptpoe along this path of red,
threading pass gravestones.
There are connections that remain even into the next life.
And there are relationships that won't ever happen.
So why do we still love someone we can't ever have?
Even when we won't ever meet.
This love is only full of pain.
But even so, I love you still.

A Poem of Quotes

Note: Sorry for posting late again. This poem is consisted of lines from a few of my favourite books.

- - - - -

A poem of Quotes

If we burn, you burn with us.
Summer of 18 years old, deep in my heart there’s a broken sound.
Our only kiss was like an accident- a beautiful gasoline rainbow.
Lies can sound awfully pretty when a girl is in love with the person telling them.
You don’t love someone because they’re perfect,
You love them in spite the fact that they’re not.
I won’t ever leave you, even though you’re always leaving me.
Love is like the wind. You can’t see it but you can feel it.
Nothing that’s worthwhile is ever easy. Remember that.
I don't know that love changes. People change. Circumstances change.
You save yourself or you remain unsaved.
Because horror on Earth is real and it is every day.
It is like a flower or like the sun; it cannot be contained
A human life is a beautiful mess.

Sources (in order): Suzanne Collins: Mockingjay,  Hinako Ashihara: Sand Chronicles, Alice Sebold: The Lovely Bones, Grabrielle Zevin: All these things I've done, Jodi Picoult: My sister's keeper, Audrey Niffenegger: The Time traveler's wife, Nicolas Sparks: A walk to remember, Nicolas Sparks: Messege in a bottle, Alice Sebold: The Lovely bones and Gabrielle Zevin: Elsewhere.

A place for peace

Voices bellow inside my ears.
They pull my limbs in different directions.
Be quiet, so I can think.
Left. Right. Wrong.
Morality isn't as simple as black and white.
Don't tell me how to act, like a puppet being pulled by strings.
I need escape.
Raise the volume. Crank up the stereo.
Because I don't want to hear the confusion that seeps through my cracks.
Windows are panelled in. Doors locked firmly.
A sign screams, "DO NOT DISTURB."
Leave me the hell alone.
My bedroom is my santuary.
A place for peace.
But even in my sleep, I'm haunted by your insanity.
You're a phantom that eats at my legs relentlessly.
Let me go. Please let me go.
Before I lose my mind.
And lose myself all together.

Overwhelming Outbreak

Sandra Sully from Ten's Early news, said there was an outbreak.
Fire on roof tops. Bricks breaking windows.
Drunkards preaching, "End of the World."
Concrete roads were cracking, breaking apart.
Hell was rising to meet us.
The living-dead staggering through the streets.
People were losing their minds to disbelief.
Children crying themselves to sleep.
Adults foolishly trying to kill zombies.
Looting stores. Raping women.
Limbs tangled in the gutter.
Blood flowing down the drain.
The sky rains bomb shells.
It was survival of the fittest.
We've succumbed to anarchy.
It's an apocalypse.
God has finally given up on this world.

Neverland Night

 Note: Sorry for not posting yesterday. To make up for yesterday, I'm posting two poems today. Sorry for flooding your news feed!

- - - - - -

 Neverland Night.

Peter Pan, whisk me away to Neverland.
Let's ride the ferry to a distant paradise.
In twilight, we land on the white beach with our hands entwined.
The cool sand cakes our toes.
The thundering waves crashes at our knees.
We're at an isolated paradise.
Where we aren't burdened with adult responsibilities.
Peter Pan, let me stay here forever, please.
But you just hold my hand as the night darkens.
We walk along the shore, collecting fireflies and trinkets.
They're souvenirs for my return.
Because, I'm Wendy Darling and I have to grow up.
Stars dance along the waves, singing my farewell.
You let go of my hand and I board the ferry back, alone.
I said, "Peter Pan, whisk me away to Neverland."
But you never promised that I could stay.
The night can't remain young forever.
And all children must grow up, except one.
Peter Pan.

Monday Mornings

Monday morning comes with you in my arms.
We lie in bed, watching the sun paint the sky in peach.
Yesterday's storm has passed.
Today the clock ticks a new date on our calendar.
Cuddled. Legs tangled. We snuggle in our bed sheets.
A few minutes of bliss before an hour of rushing.
Water gushes behind the bathroom door.
Plates slams onto the table surface.
Swallowing mouthfuls without tasting.
Stealing kisses while pressing on the accelerator.
Monday mornings always comes abruptly.
Monday nights, never arrives soon enough.
But I always wait patiently for your return.
Because, I miss you most when you're leaving.

Letters for a Lunatic Love

Every day, I write you a letter in ink.
You don't ever see me tip toe in front of your door.
Quietly. Softly. I pour words onto paper.
I'm a creative coward.
Acting only in the cloak of the night.
I wonder if one day, you'll recognise my handwriting?
The letters tilt and flow like the blood inside my heart.
I want my veins to tie me to you like the red string of fated lovers.
But your left pinkie has already been given to someone else.
Winter nights flutter by like the ashes of envelopes you burned.
Delusional. Psychotic. To you, I'm a stalker.
To me, I'm merely helplessly love struck.
I'm only a creative coward.

Jabberwocky

 Note: Sorry for the confusion, I'm posting the letter J today because I posted K yesterday, instead.

- - - - -

Jabberwocky

A cherry blossom takes 5 centimetres per second to fall.
I once ate a box of Krispy Kreme donuts for brunch.
I drove from Bankstown to Liverpool just for them.
My brother has a broad sword underneath his bed.
And I have a Japanese war fan hanging from my ceiling.
We’re prepared for a sudden invasion.
I used to write letters and fold them into glass bottles.
Watching waves carry my words into the distance.
At one point in my life, I wanted to become an Astronomer.
I wanted to discover a star and name it after myself.
I wanted to grant people’s wishes, just like the Blue fairy. 

Keepsakes for kisses

Pink shoebox pushed underneath my bed.
Folded love letters written with cheesy words.
And plastic bags of dirt smudged teddies.
These are keepsakes of an awkward first love.

Sealed envelopes of letters never posted.
Crumbled pages of crossed-out poems.
And aging photos of years gone by.
These are keepsakes of a painful one-sided love.


Blue umbrella too precious to use.
Faded train tickets piled in my wallet.
And silver trinkets kept in a glass jar.
These are keepsakes of a love that ended too soon.

Immortal image

When I close my eyes, you are always on my mind.
You are the immortal image of our brief happiness.
The summer strolls on white sand,
with our foot steps being swallowed by the waves.
Your quiet laughing as I trip on invisible pebbles.
And I'll always remember the hand that used to hold mine.
Those hands that were calloused from labour but always felt gentle.
Your hands, your skin, your smile, your eyes.
These features, that day, I burned it all into my memory.
I was afraid to let go of your warmth that was aleady fading.
But you will always stay alive inside my mind.
You are immortal inside my heart where your image won't ever die.

Human heart

Born weak, born small.
I am a bird protected inside a cage.
Behind my window, I watch as other play.

"You're too precious," they say.
"You're not fit like the others," they say.

But I can't breathe inside this room.
I am restricted by my own body.
This isn't living.

Run. Sometimes I run until I collapse.
My lungs is filled with air.
And I can finally hear my heart beating.

Born weak, born small.
My heart is as fragile as every life I'll encounter.
But that is what makes us so precious.

Ghost of a girl

Nails bitten unevenly.

Mascara stained tears.
My hair is a tangled mess.

I’m a ghost of the girl I used to be.
I’m haunted by my memories of yesterday.
You threw me away and watched me die.

My nights are no longer for you.
I won’t let anyone listen to my beating heart.
I’m satisfied with my drunken illusions and cigarette kisses. 

Drink me up, baby.
Let’s waste the night away.
Until, I can’t remember my own name, let alone yours.

I’m a ghost of the girl I used to be.
Fucked in the head. Screwed in the heart.
That naïve innocence was lost long ago.

Fractured bones.
Blood-stained lips.
Pain is better than feeling nothing at all.

I spend my nights with mashed up bodies.
Waking up to strangers in my bed.
They are all mannequins, a replacement of you.

 

I’m a ghost of the girl I used to be.
Forget promises. Forget those summer nights.
Because, that girl no longer exists.

Fractured for Family

Every night, you come home angry.
Brows creased. Lips snarled. Fists clenched.
You’re soberly addicted to resentment.
You’re drunk on frustration.
You won’t let it go.

Every night, you come home tired.
Shoulders slumped. Eyes drooped. Feet dragged.
Too tired to speak. Too tired to do anything.
You’re half here. Half gone.
Really, you’re hardly here at all. 

Every night, I pray to the Gods.
Silent tears. Hands clasped tightly. Emotionally drained.
I pray for salvation.
I pray for time to rewind to the past.
Back to a home that used to smile. 

Eden for Eternity

We spend all our lives searching.
For an escape. For a better reality. For paradise.
For that intangible Eden. 

We waste our days trying to return.
To that garden where perfection lied.
But the past cannot be reached.
It is lost.

Eden is not in our memories or our visions of tomorrow.
It is in our present.
It is every second we make precious.
The time we spend meaningfully. 

Time never pauses for the present.
We always live in today.
Our family and friends are our Utopia.
The people we love are Garden of Eden.
That is Eternity.