congruence

You are a straight line
I approximate a dashed line
You have three sides
I can only have two
You always have a right angle
I always have mine obtuse
You belong to Descartes' group
I am an element of its complement
You see no sense in our congruence
I see only beauty in our glaring difference.

one thousand pieces

If my heart were torn to a thousand pieces
where would each piece have gone?
To my writing that has been my solace
or to my books i read to oblivion.
To my friends who are always there
and those that said they would but never cared.
To my family who through thick and thin
has stood by me, forgiving and uncomplaining.
To my special someones who are as much a part of these breaking pieces.
To those I've wronged, justifiably and otherwise.
To those that did me wrong
I have a word in edgewise.
To YOU who until now has not crossed my path
your mystery still to be unraveled.
My thousand pieces to all of you and none left to what was me.

inevitable (borrowed from jen)

life's unexpected turn
brings pleasant surprises
or a searing burn

a word uttered mindlessly
lingers longer than it should
hurt over trivial cruelty

only a person is accountable
to himself and others
there's no one to blame, heart feeble!

hatred begets hatred, they say
empathy gone and forgotten
only love can bring hope to what may.

freedom

I soar far above the clouds towards the sun.
My wings beating fast in tune to my heartbeats.
I feel free. I am exploring new heights.
There couldn't be a better feeling.
I saw eyes meeting mine or evading mine.
It was fun. Life has taken a slow turn.
People seem to move in slow motion.
I gathered it all in, breathing a sigh of relief.
Finally a reprieve from hurt has abated the bleeding.
Of a wounded heart that's found a sense of healing.
Miracle in its smallest form.
I am once more free.

killing me

You pointed a gun at my head. I stared.
You fired an empty shell. I stood motionless.
You picked a baseball bat next, swung it at my face.
I looked on curiously, I was never afraid.
You pulled out a sharp knife thrusting at me.
It went through, I remained unhurt.
You screamed and shouted at my seeming invincibility.
You never realized I couldn't die because I was already dead.

tummy ache

pain grips the center of my being
slowly spreading out to my limbs
i was rendered immobile, cringing
a groan almost escaping my lips

i gripped the nearest chair, reeling
this was never like the other attacks before
worse it caught me at a bad timing
i got tons of work of work to settle some score

untitled yet again

i try to create a semblance of the old me
as i wonder at how my life took a turn
it could've been better or worse, maybe
all i know is my being can burn

no one could ever suspect the turmoil
that sometimes rages inside, ebbs and flows
i wait as the serpent in me uncoil
but serenity in my head persistently grows