Archive for November 2004
I remember you were always braver.
Posted by: heyday on: November 20, 2004
- In: Fiction
- 2 Comments
I killed you because passion is evil,
kisses are poison and
my words all lies.
I killed you because heartbreaks are broken,
sadness is painted and
your words all lies.
I killed you because pain is captured,
tell me, who else
have become captives of your alluring sentiments?
You were being difficult
for wanting so easily
and I had to kill you,
kill you before you
kill me
with [...]
Maybe we all take romance too seriously.
Posted by: heyday on: November 16, 2004
It is such a beautiful thing, to make breakfast for someone you love. Mrs Devante, who lives upstairs, prepares, almost what I’d call religiously, a wonderful smelling breakfast for her husband every day.
Only Mr Devante usually comes back in the morning, too exhausted to actually eat anything, after a night of iniquitous pleasure with women [...]
Ticket Machine, Orchard, Singapore.
Posted by: heyday on: November 10, 2004
- In: Letters
- 7 Comments
Would you have said yes,
Had I drawn the myth
Of callous danger and unknown men;
Carving insecurity
Out of my peaceful, serene neighbourhood
That sees to its fair share of daily crowd?
Or was the question merely
Complimentary, that serves only as the inviting candy
And you, well aware that I’d
(Be too proud to give in to sweet girlishness)
Politely decline?
Would you have [...]
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