Thursday, October 27, 2005

Make-believe olive skin

Talking to Jun has calmed me down. I love you babe. Raging raging emotions all day long. And no dudes, it's not PMS.

Just an emptiness. Just a (hollow?) fear. Just self-doubting. Just feeling small. Just petrified.

I paced a short length of Fort Road in the heat of my emotional rollercoaster, with theboy trailing behind me. I was angry, I was flabbergasted, I was appalled, I was riled up by the injustice of everything. Everything.

Please just keep your promises this time. I think the missing link's really all that simple. Just honour your word- Walk the Talk.

I'm writing poems at a sickeningly productive rate. No wonder so many literary greats went mad. I dont want to be Sylvia Plath or Anne Sexton.

Nerissa
Hot tears on a whitewashed wall.
I know
that
we can't see stars in daylight.

Give me the night.


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