shut the door. don't let in.
they will rob you. if you do.
and you will be left empty. inside.
you would want them to visit again. still.
and hating them for it too.

you will keep biting on that bruised lip.
taste your own blood.
and like it too.
all the while hating them for it.
so guard your sanity.
take one step at a time.

shut the door. before they barge in.

Tsim Tsa Tui Waterfront. 17.12.05. Afternoon.

ever gazed at
sun kissed water
star spangled

ever counted the sparkles
one two three four
there... there one more

rise and fall
small-er and yet small

ever dipped a finger
to pickup the glitter

i picked up one
and put on my lashes
and let it fall
it tasted like a tear
salt sprinkled sparkle

only...
this time it wasn't my own

patches of color

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i paint with fervor
patches of color
one beneath the other
over and over

the dark canvas that i behold
stories darker, never to be told
my mind darker still
like a lonesome night, that stands still

yet, i paint with fervor
patches of color
one beneath the other
over and over

a dash of red here
some yellow there
yellow and red dance up a flare
yet, the canvas remains dismal and bare

so i paint with fervor
patches of color
one beneath the other
over and over

i fervently paint
green, a somber tint
yellow that burns bright
and illumines the dark night
there still resides
the darker night inside
that so longs to be painted bright

so i paint with fervor
patches of color
one beneath the other
over and over

at dawn, my patches come to life
all is forgotten, all pain and strife.
my canvas is dark still, but not quite
for the hopeful colors burn bright
just like it is in life

and before i bid adieu
i gift my color of life to you