Insincerely Yours

I can always find someone

To say they sympathize

If I wear my heart out on my sleeve

But I don't want some pretty face

To tell me pretty lies

All I want is someone to believe

Honesty is such a lonely word

Everyone is so untrue

Honesty is hardly ever heard

And mostly what I need from you

When I'm deep inside of me

Don't be too concerned

I won't ask for nothin' while I'm gone

But when I want sincerity

Tell me where else can I turn

Because you're the one that I depend upon
                                    
                                         Honesty- Billy Joel

Where is that someone who came up with that idiotic phrase?
"What you do not know will not hurt you"
I'm sorry but I think thats complete and utter nonsense
He/she probably did not want to be the bearer of bad news
You know how it goes
Everyone shoots the messenger with the shitty message :)

I cannot believe a word you say
Why do you expect me to?
When every truth you ever told me
Was shrouded with a cover cloth of lies
When you made a conscious effort
To weave your intricate web of deceit around me
Indeed, I was right there in the middle
And everyone else was looking in from the outside
You, the skilled weaver, clearly had the advantage
For I was separated from everyone else
And you were standing with the observers
And indeed, they only saw what you let them see!


Your sincerity means almost nothing to me
And can you really blame me?
When all you ever showed me were bits and pieces
You showed me only the pictures you wanted me to see
You played with the camera angles and dimmed the lights
And lets not forget the silent observers
The silent observers that I never made contact with
Never made contact with them because I wanted to spare them..
The agony of choosing sides
Those silent observers saw more than I was allowed to see
And I did not even see them watching
Those silent observers.. and then some


"By their deeds, You shall know them"
So says The Good Book
Funny how I know you only because of what..
.. you tried with all your might to prevent me from knowing
You say 'Trust', I say 'Huh?'
You say 'Truth', I think 'Bullshit'
How about you try being a little straight-forward
No need to pull a random lie out of your ass
No need to cover-up your under-the-counter deeds
Keep doing your 'thang', that is all fine and dandy
All I ask is that you stop clinging to me
Let go, Do let go


For I have not asked you to be mine
I already know you are not
Please remove me from your web of deceit
For I am wiser because the picture gets clearer everyday
With no help from you, Ofcourse
Oh sneaky one, how about a little sincerity
To thy own self be true, and accept the fact that..
You are only insincerely mine
The truth does not hurt anymore
And I stopped being yours long ago
Because you were never mine
Only In-sincerely Mine

Inspired by too many different conversions with too many different people and about too many different people. Too many different stories, about too many different people, in too many different area and country codes.. intricately woven into a poem, stories within a story..because I am awake at 4am and I have nothing to do :)

Sugar and air...all just sugar and air

You filled up my senses

Everything about you drove me insane

You filled up my mind with ideas

Your words transformed ideas into possibilities

Everything I saw with my mind and heart
I realized was all just a mirage

For I was just a clinical trial, an experiment
To find out if you had defeated your demons

All you were doing was groping around in the dark
And I was left shooting darts in the dark

And when push came to shove, when it mattered the most
I realized all your fluffy and sugary words meant nothing

The sugar, the fluff, all the cotton candy
All that may have been sweet, fluffy, 'flossy'

But that's the thing about cotton candy
Its just sugar spun at high speed, heated


It is all soft and fluffy when dry
Feels like wool when you touch it

But when exposed to moisture
It becomes course, hard, and less 'flossy'

No more fluff, no more cotton candy
That which looked so grand, is suddenly so tiny

We see it for what it really is
Sugar and air, just sugar and air

Inspired by cotton candy, and my craving for it. Its really just sugar, color and air. lol.
~ I hope people recognize the cotton candy for what it is--> sugar and air, too much of it will make you sick. where 'cotton candy' is BS. Family, friends and loved ones can come up with all sorts of BS, learning to tell the chaff from the grain is really the key to your sanity.

Photos: the second one is called 'death by cotton candy', i got from SamanthaKrieger's blog. The first one i got from the Saatchi Gallery.

Secondhand Serenades

Secondhand serenades

Afternoon Lullabies

Bits and Pieces

Sneak Peeks

That's all I ever get

You're like a dark house

And every now and then

You open up the windows

Just a little bit

And tell me to look in

.. like a dark house

Let me in, will you?

I don't want slightly opened windows

I want the doors wide open

So I can walk right in

And make a home for you and I

Secondhand serenades?

I want the whole song

And I want to be the first to hear it

Afternoon Lullabies?

How about you spend the night?

And i want to wake up... to you

Bits and Pieces?

I want all the pieces

I want all of you

Sneak Peeks?

I want the whole picture

I want the whole shebang

But I'm not ready

So I get secondhand serenades

And borrowed words

When I guess what you would rather do

Is serenade me from the very depths

Very depths of your vulnerable heart

I get secondhand serenades

Afternoon Lullabies

Bits and Pieces

Sneak Peeks

Because that's all I ever have to offer

Inspiration: Secondhand Serenade (the band, with lead vocalist John Vesely). I was listening to my favorite song on the album 'A Twist In My Story', the song is called Fall for You. You should look for it, its good. Alright, so I've always wondered, why the name 'secondhand serenade' for a band? And what the heck is a secondhand serenade...so ya, I was thinking, then I started writing, and then in the middle somewhere, I decided to add a twist (lol, 'A twist in MY story', haha, i'm an idiot, lmao..but if you didn't catch dat then maybe i'm not such a dry idiot after all)..and then I just kept on writing ...

Beautifully Br( )ken

He stood very still

As the water run ..

Down his head, chest, back, legs, feet

He felt a salty tear run down as well

He had tried so hard to hold it all together

All the time he tried to hold it all together

Now all he could do was break down

A big, hot, sad mess

That is exactly what I am

Like an ugly glass bottle

That can hold no liquid

I am cracked and br( )ken

And I am tired of putting myself together

Because just when I feel like I'm all fixed

I see another crack forming

And the i break all over again

Clearly I cannot keep it all together

With all these external and internal forces

Applying all sorts of pressure

On my already fragile being

So I break, and fix, and break and fix

And now I'm tired 

I'm tired of fixing

So I'll stay br()ken this time around

And live in my br()ken mess

Because there's no point wasting time and energy

Fixing what everything and everyone else has..

BR( )KEN !!

So he let out a cry and all the tears came down

He felt broken, with pieces all over the floor

Heck, he must have even lost some of the pieces

So all he could do was let those tears run down

Until he could cry no more

Oh, if only he knew

That the clouds would eventually move away

All in due time the rain would cease

Oh, if only he knew

That that's just how life goes

And that everything serves as a lesson

A lesson for him and for others as well

That his beautiful soul was stronger than everything else

And that at least he could be fixed

That he was not just br( )ken

But beautifully so

After all is said and done

We are all br( )ken

Some more than others

But the key is to sort out the beauty from the rubbish

The key is to stay beautifully broken

And keep fixing ..

because such is life

Oh, if he only knew

That he is beautifully broken

Because he kept changing 'BR( )KEN'

To BEAUTIFULLY BROKEN

~ Just some friendly advice. enjoy. Situations can get to you sometimes, and sometimes all you can do is cry, or even give up..but don't give up, take a break, and then 'keep on keeping on'!! (my mum uses that expression, I used to laugh at her.lol)

Decided to use a male persona cos most people think its odd for guys to cry..unless someone dies or something.

~ Inspired by the photos. I think they are beautiful, but then again some people call me weird.

No Title

You make me think of ..

Beautiful messes

Afternoon lullabies

Bubble baths

Full body massages

You make me think of ..

Beautiful minds

Long walks

Long conversations

Short fights

You make me think of ..

The most random things

Like how you remind me of my contact lenses

And how I didn't realize I was blind

Until I got them

Or how I didn't realize cat meat was so good

Until I tried it ..

~ For you who doubted my ability to write a love poem dat even remotely had anything to do with cat meat and contact lenses. lol. Do enjoy this..well, or choke on it, hehe :) Its wack though, but still i did it.