Cold Feb night

Cold February night, there’s nothing to do but to sit here by an empty downtown and smell the scent of China and amber. Ambrosia, amnesia. It’s all quiet on the hood ’till one drunk screams to the unknown and the train scathes on by. The chill is colder when there’s a couple walking together without

Him: Another night

Another night and yet again he thought about the wretched stripper that he loved who didn’t love him back. Her luscious hair, her sparkling eyes, the way she spun on the pole and walked with stride. The way she lifted her skirt and teased with her smile. The way she held his hand, to take

Him: Moonlights and touch

‘How can I live without you’ he thought while envisioning the stripper that he loved.He replayed the conversation they had a couple of nights ago and the many conversations before that. It was all a blur. What stuck to him was how they made him feel, and what he felt was that he needed her.Like

An American dream

Picture this:lights underneath the night skyfrom the airplane;they dim and light to the sound of guitar riffsthere’s men, so far awaywho knew it’d be youcurly dark haireyes that glare and don’t speakthe smile that lights up streets

Him: A hug that would go nowhere

He looked out the window of his apartment’s living room. The sun was setting, and his feelings were just as distant. He thought about the temporary situations in his life, and how they made him feel so alive. And yet so empty. Like that one-night stand he had with a stripper that led to nowhere.

In the heat of Asia

We just wanted to play aroundall day and nightcontent and not seeking anything more Damp nights in Asiajust walking the quiet night streetsowningworld clasped in handscareless, just skidding off fun What every aspiring rock star wanted in late nightsafter the wee hours of an ending partysome things to talk aboutsome pains to sharesome loves to

Cites at night

The computer keyboard looks like cities from a plane at night while reflecting against a mirror in the dark

Sunday night anxiety

Is it like how the pig feels, on the way to the slaughterhouse…

Ramble to yourself, ramble about lovers

Tonight, there’s no star outside. Just me in my dark room sitting on the floor. I could meditate and do a pose or two. I could stare at the wall in the dark. Or have some pomegranate and cry like I had done nine years ago. That was awesome… actually, it was sort of fun.

Saddest thing ever

When you’re feeling alone and riddled with fear in the dark of the night And playing catch in an empty living room with a helpless playful dog for the sake of his negligible happiness

Rock the boat

Daylight, turns into sweet night light Your face, shines in a new type of light Your smile, is the only thing I think of In the new dawn It stayed; it lingered on the dance floor You said, you want to see me dance some more In a dream I left, not caring what you

Deep night with a douchebag

Southeast Asian beaches remind me of him. I was young, the night was wild, the winds were gently blowing over my face, and there was mystery light blinking from a ship afar. The stars were crystal clear and bright, the breeze was warm. My skin was radiating even in the dark. So warm it all

Can’t go to sleep

Alright, let’s do some midnight yoga …or draw ourselves doing midnight yoga  

I could, in the night

I could sit out here and draw… no I could sit by the fire with my lover, Calm, with the warmth of his body I could sit on a tree with my legs hanging And play with the moon that shines between the swaying branches And with the tantalizing stars I’ll try singing a verse

Underneath a pool of moonlight

Blame it on the full moon baby Scattered stars You in my arms Glow on you and glow on me Moon Bless us with your love Glow like you We were to come to Being like one Glow in me baby, glow near me We’re like nightingales Hummingbirds of the dark Singing a tune, silent

Insomnia technique #2

Prop up your pillow so that you’re sitting on bed. Stare at the wall in the dark. Hope that it gets boring.

Gliding star

The star With each passing glimpse Glides higher up in the night sky While my love for you is the same

Yin Yang

Maybe it’s time, I don’t know, it happens every late morning And once in a while before bed… This feeling of total control over my life It’s like magic, with tricky hands I can see where the ball strikes next And wins. It’s like that in your harried presence It’s your commanding glare Looking at

Vacant wedding

“Maybe I’ll have a song like this in my wedding,” she quickly thought and told her friend, while dancing out of sync with a drink in one hand. Her lips were frozen in a half smile, and her eyes were distant. She almost fell down, but her friend gathered her up. That would have been

Can’t find you

It’s useless; every other emotion that I’m feeling right now. I don’t know where to find you. I’m lost again. I’m seeking beyond the pages printed with dry scientific words. I’m skimming through the shopping catalog plastered with fake beautiful faces. It’s faster than the car ride that can’t seem to fly higher; tastier than

Diving into big light brown eyes

What happened last night? Well, I woke up at 3 am, ate pomegranate, and cried my eyes out. Couldn’t really go back to sleep after that. The only thing that relaxed me was the thought of how large and gorgeous your light brown eyes looked near the bright windows, and how I wanted to wear

It’s you

It’s you in the morning it’s you at night find me in the alleyway staring off somewhere, hoping it’s you run catch me kiss me haunt me.

Night cloud

Tonight I turn to the stars, faceless, Turn into night clouds, grey and transparent, rolling over the skies like a mystic. Tonight I stand atop the hill, slouched like an empty bowl, alone and crazy like a silent maniac While thunderstorms cut across And the grey seas snatch with temper Angry at me While I

Shivering nights

Shivering at night in the cold, dark chamber Sweating and suffocating Hallucinating; losing ground and the center within Lost and unable to be found; stuck in a limbo Needing sweet, sweet love And much understanding