The first day back to work has come.
I am wide awake before my alarm.
I am showered, dressed and fussed.
I am full of oatmeal and my lunch is packed.
I have my book, my bag and my smile.
I head to the bus stop impressed with my time.
I sit on the bus and realize as my bare cheeks hit the seat,
–
I have forgotten my underpants!
A soldier standing tall
a sole survivor
of the fortnightly massacre
Reflecting
why was he chosen to remain
on the smooth battlefield.
Empty handed
unable to fight
he stands tall
on guard
shaking with fear
waiting
always waiting
for the next attack.
Like clockwork
it comes
six thirty three
the lonely soldier
stands
hoping to be spared.
Water begins to stream
over his length
he sees the glimmer of the weapon drawing near
removing the beginninings
of his reincarnated friends
choked with foam
the soldier holds his breath.
With one perfect swipe
he is gone
the enemy polishes the front line
perfectly manicured
soft
silky
smooth
no whiskers remain.
The worlds is filled with beauty. Every corner is unique. I want to experience it all!
–
Trees of different species surround me
Birds of different sizes serenade me
Water of different forms enchant me
Mountains of different sizes inspire me
Paths of different directions intrigue me
Buildings of different centuries educate me
People of different places humble me
Skies of different colours mesmerize me
–
I wrote this on a rickety dock, on a tiny island called Mabul, in wonderful Malaysia
Love is not a piece of paper.
It isn’t a party to say “I do!”
Love is the feeling when he walks in the room,
It is the hand resting on my knee.
Love is not a day to show and tell,
It is definitely not dressed in white!
Love is a kiss goodnight,
It is a tight cuddle in the morning light.
Love is not a box to check off on life’s long list,
It is certainly not improved with a walk down the aisle.
Love is my heart, my words, my actions.
Love is my life with you!
