ܙܐܪܓܥܢܐ conatus

43

Mon, 18 Feb 2013 23:38:00 +0800

How does it appeal to reason and mind
The inherent nature of things we bind
To heresy, bastion of the human vice
With permutations out of a simple dice

42

Tue, 17 Jan 2012 20:10:00 +0800

So I lower my gaze
Staring at the pavement
Slipping into the cracks

41

Sun, 18 Dec 2011 00:16:04 +0800

The warmth lingers
Between our fingertips
Dancing to the rhythm
Of come-and-go
Of give-and-take
Among the interlocks
It flits around, and stays.

40

Sat, 10 Dec 2011 18:51:07 +0800

Your unyielding eyes
Reflect my longing
These deep waters
Are slowly
Trickling away
I let bubbles out
I am running out
Love is in the air
And suffocating

39

Sat, 10 Dec 2011 18:34:10 +0800

Dec 7

I know I can’t gauge my intellectual development on the amount of books I’m reading, but this suffocation is killing me. You know how much I hate stagnation. It’s all about relativity - how the world is progressing but you’re not. Talk about opportunity costs and prioritizing resources - Which, in this case, is time. Unreplenishable. I’m not saying I don’t like what I’m studying now. In fact, the intellectual vigour this requires is intense and I’m learning about stuff I truly love. It’s just that I want to be more a part of this world at the same time. But there is a price given my circumstances… Given these circumstances.

You… you’re holding me back.

38

Tue, 06 Dec 2011 16:00:00 +0800

Oct 17

The unreasonable rejection or suppression of doubt is a false refuge. Trust does not come about through this kind of blind escapism. Instead, it has to be built upon existing doubts that one faces squarely, honestly telling oneself that they have to be worked on. When these doubts are refuted through solid action or evidence, then true trust can be found.

37

Wed, 21 Sep 2011 22:14:05 +0800

There was very little to live on. I was sapped and there were no replenishments. To me it should be a mutual thing but it was not. And I couldn’t be myself. That’s why that’s it.

36

Sun, 07 Aug 2011 22:46:15 +0800

The ink keeps running,
People keep talking
About their feelings
And thoughts,
Their dispositions
And their ideas,
And I’m drowning.
But I let my ink run,
I keep it running
Into the sky and I
Watch it fill up with
All our diffusing ink.
In some distant land,
Someone soaks it up
When it rains, and we
All get splattered by
This running ink, this
Raining ink, and we
Open our mouths, and
We ask for more.

35

Sat, 06 Aug 2011 23:08:06 +0800

Dirt is but the remnant
From a far, ancient shore,
The remains as a pleasant
Memory of aging earth,
Now charred black by fires
We scorch this land with.

Dust in the colour of blood
Shed and lost over this soil
For its boundless wealth,
Now robbed clean of its oil
And no amount of water
Can cleanse this damned oil.

34

Sat, 06 Aug 2011 01:37:52 +0800

(written during a rocky conversation)

Your words wash through me
Like raindrops that dry, you see,
Words don’t mean anything to me.
Transient, like passing clouds,
And more so like the rain they hold.
Drenching me, or in misty shrouds,
Trap me gently in a freezing cold
That suddenly lifts, without a trace
And this barren land without a face
Greets me with a dust-filled breeze
Scorching down, the unforgiving sun
Glares down drying you away
But then you come, in shadows
That softly gather over the horizon
Softly coating me in a gentle rain,
This gentle rain lights up my day.

33

Wed, 03 Aug 2011 01:01:21 +0800

(just trying out something new, this looks like nonsense. especially for the 2nd stanza, unless you study physics.)

Galaxies and systems of thought
A solar eclipse in a glass of milk
On highways, and black holes fought
Over cups of tea, as smooth as silk.

Lights that shift when spectrum breaks
Baseballs pitched on Cincinnati fields
Distant sirens for multiple heartaches
Blood spilt over diamonds, without yields.

Perpetual expansion over finite lands
With gauging metrics, intrinsic greed
Plowing and plowing with sunburnt hands
Towards the distant space, I throw a seed.

(what can I say, experimentation requires imagination.)

32

Sat, 30 Jul 2011 23:26:04 +0800

Free writing, free flow of thoughts

Worlds

We all come from different worlds
Inhabiting different planets.
We orbit different stars
With different satellites
Orbiting us.

We are rocky terrestrials.
We are gas giants.
Different meteorites bombard us
And some cause craters
But others do not.

Interstellar travel
Brings me to your planet.
I see different ecosystems
Different modes of life
And you have a different sky.

Scouring your lands
I travel without a map
But with just a beating heart
Synchronizing my pulse with yours
I listen to the rhythm
Find a spot and settle down.

31

Fri, 29 Jul 2011 17:59:57 +0800

Snowflakes in summer
Fish out of water
A rose without thorns
Dry ice in water

30

Mon, 30 May 2011 00:08:00 +0800

How can a country without warships fight
How can a thug without a 9-milli score
How can a king without advisors make things right
How can someone without desires want more

(the futility)

29

Sat, 21 May 2011 23:40:25 +0800

這程車真快只是坐了十分鐘
風景多美好來不及仔細欣賞
真的要下車還未牽過你的手
前路往哪行回頭也要向前行

27

Thu, 19 May 2011 23:13:15 +0800

“人在夢裡搜索快樂連夢也乍醒
魚在細水玩得更盡情”

Dreaming awake for microcosms of happiness
Like fish in shallow water diving even deeper

It’s not an exact translation and the effect is already gone… but oh well

26

Thu, 19 May 2011 23:09:16 +0800

Cravings at this age
Hold us like a cage
Bind us in our rage
Tearing page after page

25

Wed, 18 May 2011 23:17:57 +0800

Clash of coincidence
Delusions of romance
Forget the precedence
I’m stuck in the cadence

24

Sat, 14 May 2011 23:27:36 +0800

“Do you have coffee?”
“What about tea?”
Caffeine spree
Just you and me

22

Fri, 13 May 2011 10:10:00 +0800

She’s fire
I’m ice
And I’m melting