Fresh Water

Trickling down,
fresh water reflects the sun
a thousand paper rainbows
as it drips into the bucket.
Strung up over the garden
during the rainy season,
it fills up,
tips over,
and flips into into upright position again.

Some years later
a new family bought the house,
got a gardener
put the bucket in the shed
never to be rained on again.
Staying forever young,
but dried up,
deserted.

It was never broken,
but does one even need
to be destroyed
to be forgotten
anymore?

Hollywood

I'm still frustrated
with summer blockbusters -
flash over substance.
But I'm learning to like
unreal explosions
and movie physics.
If someday
I learned how to control gravity
I think it'd be cool.
But I know I'd have
some other ridiculous dream
to strive for.
Maybe it's time
to stop innovating
and start
appreciating.

The Bell Ringer and the Prince.

And eventually
you must learn your place.

A Long June.

Intense thought led me to this song. I almost died once. Some nights, I wish God had just finished the job. And some nights, I want December to end finally.

Some realizations burn. But the truth is a necessary evil. It's just that sometimes I wish people would appreciate me for who I am and not what I can do for them. Then again, I guess it'd be difficult to give to craps about me when compared to him or her. I feel guilty writing that, but a jealousy this intense has to be let out somewhere. I figure this is the safest place. . .

It's been a rough week; I have words to spare.

So unimportant
eyes flutter when lips open.
Sleep calls you away.

Through my winkless nights,
I have stood, a steadfast dream.
I know life's not fair.

I remember when
the hardest part of my day
was convincing you
to stay up past midnight.
Now it calls me to sleep.

I've officially lived long enough to see myself become the villain. Real post later.