Wednesday, July 02, 2008


Tear out my heart, remove my name,

Deny my existence and choose to ignore me.

Tell me I am lame, I am blind,

I am actually a raggedy-ragged doll.

I am still around though.

With red-apple cheeks and shining-fairy-tale eyes at dusk,

At dawn, I turn out to be the Robot that I really am.

Sunday, April 06, 2008

Gibberish – ii

How do you keep that smile pasted on your face?

Your eagerness to please everyone around,

Your ‘lols’ and ‘hugs’ to every stern look,

And the sweetness dripping from your voice,

Makes me want to puke and scream out loud.

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Gibberish - i

When I am lonely and thinking of nothing in particular, I like the smell of paper.
The grainy touch and the smooth dampness, where the million people search for a reflection.
Fills up my throat with an unfamiliar, intoxicating longing to dive into the river, naked and crying.