29 Jun, 2008
Posted by: Rocket Queen In: Writings
When I met you I sold ecstasy.
Late at night while you sleep I paint the sky red, glowing stars fall down like tears on the grass. The ladder disappears into the clouds and I decorate them puffs with Herseys chocolate. For your birthday I gave you a mixed tape of cats in heat, their [...]
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23 Jun, 2008
Posted by: Rocket Queen In: Writings
I give you space. But it is just not enough. Infinity is what you seek.
In the car last night, I thought of my best guy friend. We’re best friends, although emotionally he doesn’t give me enough. Of course, I wouldn’t want us to cry together either. We don’t understand each other, but because [...]
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20 Jun, 2008
Posted by: Rocket Queen In: Self
My sister has to plead. We are in the mall, and she wants to go to Cold Storage. It’s her favorite store, because it carries imported stuff, from America. We all tease her about it.
She sings the line, L.A… my Town, how I love you, cheerfully, with feeling.
We are Malaysians. The only thing American about [...]
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20 Jun, 2008
Posted by: Rocket Queen In: Writings
a surfer surfs
the riding waves in my
warm beating muscle
it changes like
the traffic lights turn green
green like the color of your heart
i get by
having someone said they
miss me
like you would miss
a double rainbow against
a warm blue sky
blue like the bruise in your heart
i plan to sleep
put my head on
the cotton cloud
that smells like rain and tastes
like [...]
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18 Jun, 2008
Posted by: Rocket Queen In: Writings
He’s never going to get over.
Tuesday night, watching television. We start with Happy Day reruns that I borrowed from my sister, and then we decide to watch Die Hard. Fast and furious, the way we like them. I play with his hair, he loves it. So much that when I scratch gently his head, [...]
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16 Jun, 2008
Posted by: Rocket Queen In: Writings
The truth is, I am not the same person that you knew so well. And I’m sure that you are not like who you were before as well, when I could somehow read your mood by just sitting beside you. If the both of us have changed, if the both of us are two totally [...]
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16 Jun, 2008
Posted by: Rocket Queen In: Writings
Somewhere near Hyde Park, London 07
The truth is that it is hard to tell the truth. It is hard to unzip and expose everything on the floor, my evidences pooling around the feet. I didn’t regret the whole thing ending, but I would be lying to say that there are no things that I [...]
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