liyo

liyo, 12 december 2011

(00:00)

total darkness
just whispers

(00: 01)
lights on
a naked body
lying on its full anatomy

(00: 20)
lungs, expanding
an arduous breathing
on full white
pale and gloomy
no, let it have a tinge of glow
aurora borealis, in norther hemisphere
sadly, breathlessly beautiful

ghastly, monstrous
a sense of emptiness
yet, not hollow, vacuous
a floating mass
within the vast universe

(3: 33)
lifting the shoulders now
being pulled by an external force
like whale, being harpooned
dragged away from the ocean
thug!
a foot being stamped
thug! thug! thug!
a withering crouch
hand swaying, like a broken branch
a pendulum
swinging back and forth
an infinite motion

then slowly
fingers crawl into its mouth
whispering
whispering
the secret of decay


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liyo

liyo, 13 december 2011

a passerby

excuse me mr.,
before you leave
let me tell you something
that i think, you must know
that again, you blew it
you fire starter
you suicide bomber
ripping yourself apart
eating your tongue
and sipping your newspaper brew
spitting out,
i thought you have nothing
but only pure intentions
nothing but disarrayed constellations
of damp towels, of yellow arm band
buffed and swelling muscles
click!
in a snap
a shot
you stepped back
an empty space
between crooked shadows
a lifeline
a cocktail of pathos
sleeping,
drowning,
fleeting,
so after all these waiting
now tell me,
are you coming back?


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liyo

liyo, 14 december 2011

waiting

I've been waiting
waiting just for you
my eyes are tired, dull, shaky
yet searching,
every moment, for a sign
a hint of your tip toe

crawling shadows
dripping blanket
pins and needles
a yawning clock
tick, tack, tick, tack

it's not just 12 straight hours
the mechanical twitching and clicking of my nerves
it's more than that
-it's an infinite string of sighs
-an ocean of perhaps and what ifs

stung, stuck, electrocuted
as if swimming against a battalion of jellyfish
so you just never knew what i've been through
and so may i ask,
where were you?


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liyo

liyo, 15 december 2011

are you still there, mr. einstein?

cause and effect might have become erratic
the lineage of time might have lost its mind
a universe that coincides within a universe
simple as a pebble washed within the river of happenstance
our fates might have crossed in a much different way
but just like a pendulum of a clock
left hanging in mid air
time this time becomes viscous
an impending crime
swimming against the current
a salmon heading to its birth place to die
was it in a dream
that you were what I’m dreaming of?
then that time,
that universe,
is ours to find.


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liyo

liyo, 15 december 2011

zero visibility

we both know it’s raining
farther ahead
certainties are already washed and
seeped into the ditches of our failed attempts
how could we still keep on walking
even though these steps are leading us
to the brink of a cliff
how could we both keep on moving
when we know
we will fall into our own abyss
tell me.
You once told me
you’ll hold me for the rest of your life
but while you’re breathing
I felt I’m getting farther and
further into the mist


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liyo

liyo, 28 december 2011

S(mile)

Bitterness?
How could that be
If All I can see
Is you, smiling at me
Sadness?
How could that be
If all you can see
Is me, smiling at you

But it’s all just a “smile”
as we’ve parted ways
me: heading from east to west
you: heading from west to east
where have all the stories gone?

And just like that'
a dream
that we both have
forgotten


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liyo

liyo, 26 march 2012

clear

was it me
was just the idea of it
was it I? in love?
or was in love for the idea of it
on and off, flashing lights
confusing signals, an electric shock
a defibrillator, yes, you said STAND CLEAR!
it was like being dead and alive and dead again
lost souls lost souls hovering on a flatline tone
wading in between
heaven and hell a repetitive motion of cleansing sins
of nonsense penitence of what went wrong or what was meant to be wrong
in a sea of submerged yawning heads, there are two tombstones
one crazy night
when our hands clasped
off, we went to the moon
and I find myself standing there
all alone


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