something for the stars

Close to Finding Passion

dexter1984 — Tue, 21 Feb 2012 17:04:55 +0000

I know I am close to finding my passion. It is like standing in your bedroom of mess and you know your keys are hidden somewhere; in that box of coins, pens, paper clips, scissors or underneath that pile of books, papers, magazines and files or even somewhere in your laundry, that pocket where you last worn your jeans. It is somewhere there, just out of sight for the time being. You just need to search it out.

Unpacking my thoughts

dexter1984 — Tue, 21 Feb 2012 16:53:27 +0000

I want to unpack my thoughts
put them in correct size boxes;
some to be sealed, some for ease of taking.
There are some I put them in boxes
I hope I would not find
ever again and there are some
I gladly wrap them, in beautiful gift papers
and hand them out as presents
to love ones and friends.
As I clear my thoughts out,
there are some thoughts that are simply
not meant to be kept in mental spaces,
there are meant to be strung out,
into words, ryhmes, images and lines.
There are meant to be burnt, hammered and crafted
into artful symmetry of poetry
and songs.
I want to unpack my thoughts.
I want to string them out into words of poetry.
Thoughts are like a spirit, untamed,
shaking at the windows of your consciousness
wanting to be set free or else
they gaurantee your sleepless nights.
On nights like these,
they are a ball of pain in your head,
as you toss and turn, the pain rest further
and deeper in you,
an insomia of negativity,
as you remain wide, wide, awake.
Tonight, I am doing just that.

Hello Poetry

dexter1984 — Mon, 16 Jan 2012 16:14:07 +0000

Hello poetry,
it has been awhile.
Where are you hiding, in the deepest
corner of my mind? Yet I feel
you are somehow always there,
watching and anticipating my movements.
You have not appeared for a while,
are you afraid of something?
Have I shown you a side of me
that has made you retreat?
Are you pissed that non
of my priorities involve you?
I need your help my friend.
You always give me the inspirition
to live and move on in life.
You make me realise that everything
is somewhat temporary and that
only by casting and framing words
after words will I find true meaning
and pleasure in life.
I need to live deeply and intensely
capturing every moment like
how my mind try to sift you
through the net of my mind.
When I capture the words,
I capture you and I mold you
into the poetry I want you to be.
For tonight, you are
my little refuge.

Lines for writing #10

dexter1984 — Wed, 26 Oct 2011 16:56:50 +0000

Love will make you love yourself more than you ever imagine you would because you realise someone can love you for the person you really are.

Love will make you feel relaxed that you are no longer setting unrealistic and pretentious expectations for yourself. You admit the weaknesses you have because you know it is accepted by someone. You build on your strengths and you compliment each other.

Love will give you the desire to live and will make you want to prolong your life so that you can live longer with that person. You will probably quit a bad habit which has a chance of shortening your life and you start good habits which can make you healthier and stronger.

Love gives you the hope that your dreams are real because someone truly believes in it even when you don’t.

Love gives you the desire to make someone happy without asking for anything back in return.

Love is the greatest thing which man naturally invented.

Love is the biggest clue of creation.

Writing inspired by the sun at Mac Ritchie

dexter1984 — Sun, 16 Oct 2011 17:20:42 +0000

Is the sun
the same sun
from where you are, now?
Is the light, the same light?
Is the sun pouring the same warmth,
as it is now, here?
Did you see the last ray?
It is a ray of strength and hope.
Let our love speak louder than words
like the sun, quiet
but choosing to burn, burn
and burn.
It needs no affirmation from anyone,
it knows its position in the universe.
We have everything in between us;
the land, the mountains and the vast ocean
but we have the same sun
covering us in its magnificent glory.
Is the sun the same sun
from where you are, now?
Let’s take a look at the sun again
and I imagined you did.

prayer

dexter1984 — Sun, 09 Oct 2011 13:47:58 +0000

In one prayer,
I wish I could
take away
all your fears
and worries.
If a thousand is needed,
let me pray it
till the day,
you have the joy,
you deserve.

Lines for writing #9

dexter1984 — Sat, 24 Sep 2011 16:33:38 +0000

- We didnt love because the conditions were right. We love and we are trying to make the conditions right for us.

- We fought for love and love fought for us naturally.

A thankful poem for Ms Lee :)

dexter1984 — Wed, 24 Aug 2011 17:18:56 +0000

The pleasure of loving you,
the joy of being adored by you,
who will know how it feels?
I spill my words and I am not afraid
to confess how much I love you
and how I love you. I imagine
you might blush when I tell you
those words. I am not lying
and it’s not coated with sugar,
it’s just a writer’s way of telling you
how much this boy loves you.
I m coloring in thin air
when I think of how much I want
you to know, how badly
I want this to work out.
I imagine days far ahead,
where we have stood the test
of time and distance,
and we kiss in loving victory!
But there is really no end in this,
it’s a milestone conquering,
we are always working at it,
till I lay by my death bed,
and thank you for the assurance
won from you.
Babe,
thank you for this,
thank you for this hand of yours,
to let me take and share this life
of yours together.

About Waiting

dexter1984 — Wed, 10 Aug 2011 16:08:04 +0000

Waiting for a reply from a girl is such an achy and sick feeling that I decided to internalize everything I feel tonight and write it down. I didn’t want to go to sleep with these feelings because I know I will wake up feeling like crap. What is waiting all about? Waiting makes me feel like a stone but a stone can sit still and wait without feelings. With feelings, waiting like a stone is agonizing because all the emotions and worry keep bouncing back and forth within this little compartment of your heart. There are no satisfactions until you receive a reply and then you start reacting to the reply, good or bad reply. The worst part I guess is when you start imagining. Your imaginations, all strange trippy and real built upon your emotions of waiting. It is like watching a movie being played and you are the only audience with your emotions and thoughts directing the show. You get frustrated at this movie because you know it doesn’t have a good ending. You feel out of control even though everything you see while waiting is actually built upon your emotions. You keep yelling at the screen and the characters in the show and you want to tell them they are all doing it wrongly. Yet, when they stop and look at you, they say that you are the bloody director! You get frustrated all over again. At this point, you check the time again on your cell phone and you check if any message has come in. No, nothing at all, then you sit back again and watch the stupid damn move all over again. Without warning, a message comes in! You think you can finally get up from this show and leave but the message is from another friend. Something pulls you from the collar and forces you to sit and watch the bloody show again. Once in a while, that instinctive survival mode kicks in. It is called your sense of security. They are literally like guards that try and give you assurance everything is in control. But these guards are not enough for the rioters in your heart. They out number your guards and beat them to a pulp. The whole gang of rioters then rushes in and slaps you in the face with regrets, anxiousness, anger and all the negative words that come from the waiting room. Waiting. So what is waiting? Didn’t they say all good things need time and patience? Didn’t they say that every good thing is worth waiting? No! This is not the kind of waiting we are talking and writing about. It is the achy and sick kind of waiting filled with negative emotions. You are waiting. I am waiting for this wait to be over soon. This is about waiting for a reply from a girl.

Haiku for Alcohol

dexter1984 — Sat, 30 Jul 2011 19:28:26 +0000

Alcohol, sets us free on high,
but the beast and bain of humanity,
revealing our most base conditions.