a lopsided asymmetrical haircut is the one for me
I want my bangs cut into fierce dagger points
straight across and even is boring and bland
I am an artist; I like messy, sloppy, haphazard stuff
these ways suit me fine
in my dress, my surroundings and my man.
Sentient beings
taking devotion away;
Consistent people;
Abuse them and they become
your haphazard reflection.
Leave this shambles-filled world behind.
I furled alone, ignored by the rest of the world.
In the serene stillness provided by shielding.
I was suffering during a festive gathering.
During this foreboding gloomy twilight.
In the ending, I'm done with my vigor.
With the sweltering heat, simply hindsight.
The gorgeous moon was veiled by cloud cover.
Even if the hills are dark, quiet, and immobile.
Even if solid sunlight makes it awkward to excel.
The stress only tends to focus for a short time.
The scene was only a dim memory in her dream.
To find solutions, one must advance further.
Is it possible to alter one's giving character?
Written: September 19, 2021
moths emerge fly die
straight in the mouths of lizards
lights flicker to lie
02 July 2021
Where are we to scatter the ashes when our flesh meets fire in the crematorium
For my ode forgery is the forbidden romance of the sky and the sea
Today I've decided to run the marathon of my past lovers
Ply my sinful body against thee
And when day draws the curtains and decides to love in the dark
I find myself writing about lust
By this walkway where people pass,
See this new day fragile as glass.
Random feet meet like faces blur,
Yes no one greets as chaos now slurs.
I sit right here as workday starts,
Watch humdrum clear such heavy hearts.
Blank faces know a vivid rush,
Green trees aglow with sacred brush.
Sunlight spreads glow of pristine touch,
I seem to know a breezy smudge.
Small children play with loud frolic,
It a good day to watch magic.
Zest flavours fest if you but see,
Yes feed your quest and glimpse beauty.
Yes work calls you to win and woo,
And it's so true in all you do.
Random the gaze upon the way,
Embrace your maze to better days.
By walkway route where people stream,
I take time-out to sift day dreams.
Leon Enriquez
29 September 2016
Singapore
Hey Dude
I get the feeling that you don't like me calling you dude
or eating the same salad every day
or spending so much at health stores
or not having my own
or
or how unpredictable I am
But Dude guess what
I don't care that
you always procrastinate
or always wear the same kind of clothes
or
or complain about people
Because I bet that if I were you,
it might make more sense.
So even though we are hella different
I think that's fine.
Red wires piercing through your skull shell
Like animal quills
Always pointing upwards
Challenging the sky
Your white cloud face
Casts shadows
Over shoulder bones that balance you out
Don’t topple!
Scabs crawl the cord
That stretches
down and up and up and down
Your back
It’s hard to tell where you begin and end
You haphazard creature
Made of bits of this
And bits of that
From soles to spikes
.
As a judge in a poetry contest
elimination,
Look carefully before jumping
into a conclusion.
Printed words may look like black
ants in batallion formation
Or squads of stunned stragglers
crawling out without direction.
Oftentimes they appear as chunks
or slices of random thoughts
Strewn haphazardly on the pages
like burnt wings of moths.
In them you may not see creative
spark or inspiration,
But behind haphazardness may be
imagination!
.
Like the haphazard mosquito that
flew right into your mouth, the
news i got today
said you died
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