Champagne Cheshire

Drowning in sad drinks

Which of my nine lives is real

Which voice can i trust?

Meant to digitally add whiskers for that usual cheshire cat style but hey i guess unconventionality and disappearing whiskers is also quite cheshy 😌 ahaha excuses

I’m starting to question why i spend my time doing all these interpretations – maybe it’s because all the voices quieten when i do them

#day8

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Hurdles surmounted! 

Omg ive figured it out – the key to this sadness!! Things dont have to change, i can keep expressing my love and admiration and care for this person and be cared for in return.  Friendship is a two way street afterall and just because of this latest discovery, it changes nothing and now im gonna learn more abt genuine caring and learning how to make friends and how to stay true to myself. Gonna learn abt authenticity!!! 

Catharsis

Melody Chen

And even afterwards, you had a way of leaking back into my life,
Seeping into my words like a broken fountain pen.
No, perhaps ‘flooding’ is more appropriate, the way
You exuded my mind as a swarm of writing prompts,
Sweeping through, making a home in all my emptiness,
Romanticising the way loneliness wrapped its tendrils around my neck;
Mascara-smudged eyes, ice-cream binge clichés,
Offering a vaccine to writer’s block
(How could a writer, of all people, refuse that?)

But of all the words that have slipped from my mouth,
Of all the words that you so unknowingly stained,
These will be the last, I am sure of it,
For there must be lighter things to write about
Than bleeding hearts and charred souls.

I am finally sick of the forced giggles and loud voices that
Push through these lips – my lips, that walked into other lips the way…

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Ode to Daughter

Melody Chen

Dear daughter,
You were born a child of the universe.
You entered battling meteors on the backs of shooting stars,
Found your voice alongside thunderstorms and earthquakes,
Wrote your name into a constellation, and carved out your own orbits.
You can paint the entire galaxy from memory,
So don’t you dare tell me you are afraid of glass, because

Dear daughter,
Sometimes, the world will rob you of what is rightfully yours,
But that is why you were given legs, so you can chase after adversity the way lightening chases darkness.
I want you to be like the lakes that shine, so stubbornly blue, even when the sky is grey.
You are not to be silenced by full stops, expiry dates,
You are no contortionist, you were never able to fit into boxes.
Your voice is not laundry that can be folded and put away.
Never apologise for being right…

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Convenient love

And i want to chase the real things in life,

but you keep pushing me to the safety of the empty

Or rather, i keep pushing myself to the safety of the empty things in life

 

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Pretension

Kill the society in your head

That never ending concert of pretentiousness

This farce this performance this

Voice – self-obsession

This disgust

Dear diary

I’m going to go home, reset my nusnet password. Do things for myself, live for myself, stop crying over myself even if its a self not worth living