Heavenly bodies

I am not sure what inspired this one but I wrote this on my phone last 11 Aug 2013. I just had this feeling of not confining this text in my phone. This is a rough draft of an excerpt of a piece which I will be working on.

"He will ask you if you want the moon and he will promise to give it to you. He will use metaphors of heavenly bodies to express what he feels about you. He might give you moon but the day after tomorrow, you see him giving another moon to somebody else. You will realize that each moon though unique is not the only one of its kind which exists.
Now you look up the sky and hope for a meteoriod and mistake it for a falling star so you could make a wish. But my dear, a wish is as uncertain as the future that all we can do is hope. Do not keep wishing for the moon, for a falling star. Long for the sun. A ball of hot gas, a star! But not a typical star and yes there are a lot of stars but only few will dare to try and give it to you and if one returns scorched but empty handed. He might not be able to give you the sun but he will give you his world."

I am still waiting for that inspiration to come for me to finish this piece.

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D.B.R.S, 11 Aug 2013, at 12:32 a.m (GMT+8)

My sympathy goes to the light posts

I was walking with friends one day at a city within the walls when suddenly, a realization hit me. I kept looking at this erect piece of metal with bulb stationed along the streets to provide light when the sun is absent from the sky. It sure looks stylish, very apt to preserve the archaic vibe of the city but I noticed that it looked lonely. I was plagued by what I saw that when I got home I wrote a little piece:

"The melancholy of a light post: it stands alone. You can't find group of light posts together. There is always distance separating them. You don't even have a name for a group of light posts: for a group of flowers, the arrangement is called a bouquet. But what would you call an arrangement of light posts? They light up the dark but are taken for granted even if they are serving their purpose. If accidents happened, they would be blamed. And they stay in one place. Witness a lot of things happening but can't do anything. Helplessness. Yes, at its height."

Writing this here made me wonder if it's a light post or a mirror I see.

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D.B.R.S, piece written 7 July 2013, 2:54 a.m (GMT +8)

Everything but nothing has changed

Alone, melancholic
Suddenly, a thought of you popped up
No rhyme
No reason
No warning
The thought caught me by surprise

At first it was not you, then it IS you
The reason, it became YOU
It's been years, have you noticed?
I never forgot
Have you been deceived?

It was not me, I do not know if it's me
Someone came so close, so dear
I decided to disappear
Without anything but a blog entry
I do not know if you read it.
But I hope you did.

If you did, then I think you knew
What I felt when I'm with you,
About you
When you left.

But it's you and the one who was not me, and me.
In a tangled mess
Not tangled and not a mess
But it was not me, I do not know if it's me.
And it's a mess.


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D.B.R.S, 19 Feb 2013 10:50p.m (GMT +8)