I did not speak for you today. Could not. would not. I held your loved ones tight. Let my tears mingle.…
To someone retired, can you end with happy holidays? Remember, they have assured you they are thoroughly enjoying…
NOBODY LOVES ME I MUST SAY GOODBY NO ONE ANSWERS MY POST NOT EVEN THE GHOST NOBODY LOVES ME I MUST GO AWAY BUT…
SO SAY THAT I SHOULD MARRY. I SAY ITS WAY TO LATE. SOME SAY I NEED A WARM WOMEN TO KEEP SAFE AT NIGHT. I LAY ALONE…
I will hold your hair back when you vomit Hand you tissues when you cry I—ll laugh with you and share your grief…
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting…
Don't you ever think That when you are away I do not have you in my mind Cradled in my hands Beating with my…
What causes an honest man to tell a bold face lie? What causes a heartless killer to sit in a 6x9 cement confine…
I slip a white hand reverently over the calm glass of the water Palm out my fingers gently stroke the surface,…
AS YOU CAN SEE I WILL WEAR THIS LOOK LEFT. WHAT WILL THE REST OF YOU WEAR. PERHAPS PIGIONPIE CAN GO AS 4 & 20 BLACK…
Slither of light disturbed the peace
For once you were dreaming or were you asleep?
The sweet comfort of darkness fades
Jaded, wishing this warm embrace of a grand finale.
It's 6.30 am in the morning
Washed over with commuters yet idling.
As sharp a mind they come, time is relative
You beg the question yet succumb.
One, on. Two, off. Three, on.
Perfect recital for these Terminal lights.
How long do you think it lasts?
Regardless, never enough time to board.
Similarities seem strikingly amusing
A different picture on the window today.
Greeted and smiled at the same face
Yet why are they strange? Just wave.
Shuffling through and found a memory
The aircon seems to stab today.
Carriage rings through that omniscient voice
Wouldn't it be funny if this is the end.
It roars as it descended into the shadow
Shut up. Indulge in this moment.
Flickering lights that's all they are.
The ultimate truth that there's nothing more.
The face looks back with a touch of longing
Were there innocence to begin with?
Regress boy, overwhelming futility
Chill had penetrated so sleep.
One, on. Two, off, Three, on.
Did you fall asleep in this enticing gloom?
That slither of light will be staking through
"Terminal station" you pondered.
Efforts proved fruitless in the chaos
Entertaining the notion of this yearning.
Jolted, as she found your hand
Meeting her smile, embracing the finale.