hoooo. hi mr owl man!

feel it coming again. the burn of responsibility.
call people. clean KI room.
call people. get navigators for some go green crap.
call people. get a team for captains ball..


bleaah!
the joy of secretarial work. the post of power. bla bla.


cycling last night. like how we used to. watched warriors. such a brainless movie. haha. booby trap. whatever man.


NLB and starbucks becomes all to familiar for my liking. hmph.
and bus rides SUCK! as i learn today. they SUCK!!!


all i got out of them, is probably the time to write a good 6 pages of my book. kinda pleased with that at least. not very often im presented with the freedom to write. mmms. dinner at aunts place. sweet.



now im done with the boring recounting shit. lets try something i havent done in a long time. hows bout a little impromptu poetry. whoooo...




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Fucking around, really aint humorous


by Rishik V. MP Menon



your messing with the stars
i warned you not to lie
from the deepest gorges of thy hearts.
and soon, we'll be left with no shore line.




a double take, a gush of sand and storm.
were falling deep, but then you can fly.
you leave me breathing, as your filling
up the open empty reaches,
you appease the endless reaches of the skyy.




we flirt along on stone cold tombs.
we thread the rocks of a lone whistling eye.
and when i catch that dying smile, from the depths
all you deny,
as it ignites a certain hope that tinder shall smite..




fermenting fragrance of a foreign fruit
in a cordial voice just bared to brite
that im compelled to wait in fear,
that a move so pre-mature
could lead to tenderness, over exposed by violet liiight.




i try not messing with the stars
but they taunt me next to every night.
they travel light years for a misplaced match
against my will
they send a goddess, to crush all thats left of my might.




i cant help messing with the stars.
as i sell my heart to them, all to their delight...




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Night, night, nights....