Tag: poetry

A Drunken Sailor of Sorts

It’s like cold Chardonnay, This weightless floating. Homes I left behind trail Away into a pupil in the sun, A self-contained equilux, Sinking over the ocean. Mermaids sing memories Across changing winds, Upon which my realisations Race then hover and sit, still. They also sink and acquiesce Into the arms of the horizon With each […]

Corvid

The original sketch for this was quickly done one morning walking around Uptown Damansara, using felt tips, water and the last dribbles of my coffee. I think over the last two years, I have been contemplating my hasty move from New Zealand to my mother’s home country of Malaysia, and what that meant to me. […]

Taurus Moon

Lost in a Kisscape The world feels like A crashing car A dying sun I clasp your face Shining colours Eyes with daggers A new-found confidence Luscious The way it tastes All these Starwaves A blooming flower In the moonlight I see your shadows You see mine Soft Cruel A sense of belonging In your […]

Mortality

My Grandpa dwells in Godric’s Hollow, where fellow Practitioners creep Like the oddities Of my sleeping, feverish Fantasies. The bell Tolls for us all and Beyond the knell, I fly deep And follow starlit Clusters to mortal Limits before calling past The sky, one last prayer.

Roses for the Dead

Under my skin Sleeps knowledge Unknown Dwelling In the shape Of shadows Restless They press And twist And mould me Slowly Hold me Desolate And Godless Controlled by Bygone ghosts And shame untold;   I’m sorry I couldn’t handle who I was I’m sorry I became so self-righteous I’m sorry I couldn’t look in the […]

Time to Haiku 3

Flipping off mid-storm; Promises frosted over Til Spring consoles us.   *   Cyclone escapades Open and close my windows, Bringing outside in.   *   Lonely sinkholes sing Poltergeist passivity, Loathsome and profane.

Time to Haiku

1. My fingers through yours As bullets nuzzle brothers; Float in the bloodstream.   2. Pieces of Corinth Crack the long fragility Of patterned design.   3. Dawn extends her hand Over my burning eyelids. From crawling, I stand.

Ouroboros Monologue

I am the dragon. I am a creature of an ancient origin. I am beautiful and wicked. I am to be feared. However, I also fear, as you fear. But I am in love; a love so bottomless, all I do is plunge further and further into the heart of it. And it’s like walking […]