Saturday, July 30, 2011


Don't tell me this.
Don’t tell me to listen
to the wild applause
of one hand clapping.
I need to hear the thunder
and the scream.

Don't tell me that
We are One to begin with.
When I look in your heart                
I'm not there.

Don't tell me this --
That love is just  illusion
The longing in my heart
is real, for real.

Don't tell me that
You are not
What I make you up to be.
I'm not crazy
For loving you the way I do.

Don't tell me this--
That you can't accept my love,
And only in your misery
Will you think of me.
I promise you heaven
In my arms right now.

Don't tell me
You don't love me.
Don't tell me this.
No, don't tell me this.
Please, don't tell me this.
Don't tell me this.
Don't tell me this.
Don't tell me this.

Wednesday, July 27, 2011


Love burst forth in spring --
Collapsing space and time...
Breaking heart in pieces.

Monday, July 25, 2011


(Author's note: This is a mere writing exercise, a snippet from a work in progress. Names and places are purely fictional, and any resemblance to any person, place or thing, is the saying goes, strictly coincidental.)

Oh, the magic of facebook! Oh, the infinite possibilities of love hidden in your algorithm! Here in ethereality, I have found my one true love.

This is how it happened. Or maybe it didn't happen at all, and I'm just cogitating, making believe in something I 've only glimmered, but never experienced. Maybe my imagination is just so wild that I would concoct a love story such as this, where someone adores me just as much as I adore him. From infinity to infinity.

I was 7. Sweet and innocent, clinging to the memory of our former radiance in a previous life where we were blissful together. I let go of your hand for a second and lost you, but you promised we would meet again.

And suddenly, there you stood, under a cobblestone archway, and I knew. Love had left a trail of stardust so that I might find my way home to you.