Monday, January 08, 2007
an emotion. so genuine.
nothing else mattered.
we may have been wrong.
but it never felt more right.
it was a mistake. we both know.
but it was beautiful.
and that's all we'll ever need to know.
you made me feel again.
Bran ; 10:47 AM
Sunday, November 19, 2006
you see others knock on the door.
the door opens and the person enters
only to leave soon after.
you are bold. young and idealistic.
or so you thought.
you then knock on a door
with a yen to enter.
you persist
but the door won't relent.
you realise you now know better.
you leave
knowing that you'll never want to knock on another door
but life plays you
now other doors open
beckoning you towards it.
do you walk towards it?
Bran ; 2:47 PM
Monday, October 09, 2006
and i smile from ear to ear
Bran ; 11:35 PM
Thursday, September 21, 2006
i reminisce with a ramble on a starlit night.
along the sand. my silent reverie plays out.
a wisp of air embraces.
and i turn to the sea.
i lift my foot. one at a time.
carefully. sifting off sand from my sole.
memory seeping.
with every grain swept off.
eventually all that's left.
are my footprints. embedded in the sand.
i move unabated. without aim or direction.
only to realise.
that i was walking alone.
the sea beside was comforting. it soothed.
and yet. somehow.
the memories did not ebb.
if only i could flow to wherever the waters bring me.
if only it could bring me to where i wanted to be.
if only.
i listened intently.
but it was only the splash of the waves that resonated.
i looked intently.
but it was only the sway of the trees.
if only memories could be forgotten on its own.
then perhaps.
there wouldn't be blue.
someday i will find my boat.
and leave this behind.
should i ever need to.
i could always come back to this place.
to remember. a time once bittersweet.
Bran ; 12:33 AM
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
there he lingered.
till the warbling birds began their aubade.
he didn't want to move.
vapid. he had become.
timorous of the day that was to begin.
he slips away into the deepest recesses of his mind.
lamentable.
but such is the recondite nature of life.
that he now is a habitue.
in the labyrinth of his thoughts.
so often. he would pierce through the walls of the maze. the facade.
but today. he forgoes that.
he is torpid.
he repines everything he sees.
he falls to his knees.
and in the quiet of his muse.
he begins to hear a murmur.
it becomes audible.
the susurrus of his soul resonates.
the quiddity of life.
fuck.
Bran ; 10:19 PM
Sunday, April 02, 2006
i sit in my solitary corner.
peering through the glass, darkly.
once again.
my inner ramble creeps out.
it illuminates.
and i ponder.
my mind is soon in a whirl.
the wind of change blows.
and vicissitude beckons.
ironic it seems. that i feel stifled.
in my haste. i conceive a yen.
of wanting to be in a different milieu.
escapism perhaps.
or simply, inertia.
in embracing the unacquainted.
perhaps. it's time i reacquaint myself.
to the art of dabbling with fate.
Bran ; 9:27 PM
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
life is but a mist.
a passing silhouette that appears as if by random.
with each shadow that is formed.
some leave an indelible impression.
while others are forgotten.
it is cruel.
and yet. true.
how often do we hear them say. the world is a stage.
and we are the actors.
everyone has a part to play.
but then again.
does everyone have a part to play.
this world we live in.
is frigid and indifferent.
the aloofness.
the distant gaze of the other.
human nature. perhaps.
hmmm.
do we appreciate enough...
Bran ; 10:21 PM
