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red bricked road [Dec. 3rd, 2010|12:52 am]
dan, unravelled
stained red with the blood of skinned knees
you wanted me to tread on it and get by
i can't do it.
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pills for delirium [Dec. 3rd, 2010|12:26 am]
dan, unravelled
beyond the option of its fragrance -
a nipping itch that begs you to paw, scratch
and then nod towards a mindless concensus

jasmine marks the genesis of discontentment
a fear greater than that of salmon thrashing
upstream to their near certain destiny

cold white strobe lights, pulsating and smooth
glid over age-wrinkled fingers - i shivered
hairs on end and hearts stifling groans

to now know what beauty meant
my mouth agape to speak then
realise that i could not
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(no subject) [Oct. 14th, 2010|10:24 pm]
dan, unravelled
for better reasons,
i've chosen to make my personal entries friends-only.

to friends not on lj: still trying to work something out for you guys that hopefully won't be too troublesome. give me a message on msn if you want to continue reading.

to friends still on lj: i'm not updating my friends list much, so no worries.

to new friends or the weary stranger: drop me a message if you want to add me!
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the ebbs and the flows [Sep. 17th, 2009|04:45 pm]
dan, unravelled
it was an eminent disaster unfolding in slow motion,
one which was inevitable but painful nonetheless.
i envision crashing concrete dominoes -
but nobody talks about the towers these days.
i wonder if prometheus felt it any less after a couple of weeks.

i remember someone in my secondary school giving a good analogy:
you can't hold sand too loosely in your hands;
it might slip away. but at the same time,
you can't hold sand too tightly in your hands,
cos you might hurt yourself from the pressure you're applying to it.

we look upon the cherry blossoms
and wish that we could hold them in time, if only momentarily,
prevent them from falling so soon, and so quickly,
that we'd consider ourselves blessed by their beauty.
we can't stop the winters; we can only look forward to the new summers.
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rapunzel [Aug. 31st, 2009|02:58 am]
dan, unravelled
well love, it's sheared my heart
and it's cold and blue and hollow
i have no more hair to let down
i have no more tears to cry
save those that aren't my own

the green that paints the forest
all turns to black after dusk
drove myself crazy, crazy waiting
these chains are turning into rust

so i am free, you say
free to leave,
we all have the choice to be
but i am bound, i am bound
simply left up on this tower
you are free to deceive me
but i'll warn you it won't be so easy

i've given up on believing in you
i've given up on expectations

you say you're blinded,
you say that i'll be the only one,
well i think i'm the only
one til the next one comes,
stop those words on your lips

so i am free, you say
free to leave,
we all have the choice to be
but i am bound, i am bound
simply left up on this tower
you are free to deceive me
but i'll warn you it won't be so easy

i've given up on believing in you
i've given up on

love, what does it mean,
a cheap promise people throw away,
now i know better, i know better

so i am free, you say
free to leave,
we all have the choice to be
but i am bound, i am bound
simply left up on this tower
you are free to deceive me
but i'll warn you it won't be so easy

i've given up on believing in you
i'm giving up on
you
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something else [Aug. 10th, 2009|04:52 am]
dan, unravelled
in a sea of taut sinewy flesh veiled in red and white fabric,
i realised i desired something else.

you could be the sweetest apricot wine,
but a case of you and i would still want something else.

toxic incoherent thumping, careless flutters, shallow smiles,
a long wait for insufficient poison, guilt without need,
emotional morphine from eight years of overdose,
cristina in denial -

with one in the hand,
i look to you in the bush, perhaps now half-flown,
are you that something else, or are you just something else?
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marmalade [Aug. 5th, 2009|11:28 pm]
dan, unravelled
when we were young, in a grey room in cyberspace,
i met a boy through a screen on a chair
nine years on, you still call me my old name
a Clementine with chameleon hair

phone conversations were the mark of our era
talk til dawn 'bout nothing in particular
on the sidelines walkin the tightrope
we were fearless cos we hadn't got hurt

how does it feel to be swimming in marmalade
to run through your dreams like an indigo child
undo the pinks and the greens on your palette
i never should have left you for all that while

your best memory of us was when you shot me
up on the hill as i was running away
and tho' on that night we were just amateurs
but i knew then you'd make it big some day

reverse vortex up your kaleidescope
meet alice and mary up as you fly
stub your toe on a big wise oak tree
but you're too lost in your mind to cry

and now your canvas is whitewashed
why're you in a hurry to peel it all off?
now your canvas is whitewashed
and it hurts you to recall

how does it feel to be swimming in marmalade
to run through your dreams like an indigo child
undo the pinks and the greens on your palette
i never should have left you for all that while

open the rooms in that dark down hallway
they'll bring you back to the ground one by one
when you hit the bottom base you'll realise
there was nothing wrong with you from the start
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twenty-three: a collage [Oct. 24th, 2008|01:00 am]
dan, unravelled
life is a mash-up of bittersweet.

friends know that i don't like celebrating my birthday, because you don't need a special day to remind yourself you're special, just like you don't need a special day to remind yourself you're in love, or that jesus died, or that your friends are important to you.

i've included 4 song lyrics from the past below, hopefully symbolising my current state of mind. first three people who can get all 5 correct get a free lunch, with yours truly. (don't worry, it's not 2 dollar chicken rice at YIH) comments screened.

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for a friend [Aug. 9th, 2008|08:07 pm]
dan, unravelled


多想要找到一丝挣扎在你脸上 
可是你美得冷得淡得像月亮
等著你的那辆车 灯闪一下 
像催你草草断了我们的过往

约好要每年回到初拥吻的地方 
划一个记号写下相恋的感想
等明年我剩一个人 坐在堤防 
该唱首什么歌来纪念爱的傻

让你逃亡 又让你回航 
让你依赖 我也让你倔强
只要你微笑
带一点感动的泪光 
我就得到可以再给的力量

我让你飞翔 又让你说谎 
我让你苛求 我也让你奢望
我还以为爱
就是要体贴的退让
我们一起盖的罗马 
你却跟他拆了城墙
踩过我用挚爱建筑的天堂

太绝对的爱 变成了活该 
朋友要我责怪 我却只想重来
也许这就叫爱

我让你飞翔 又让你说谎 
我让你苛求 我也让你奢望
我还以为爱 就是要体贴的退让
我们一起盖的罗马 
你却跟他拆了城墙
踩过我用挚爱建筑的天堂

多少日子盖的罗马 
你用一夜拆了城墙
踩碎我曾让你□息的胸膛

moral of the story: it's not always rainbows and butterflies, but compromise that should move you along :)
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your lullaby, overdue [May. 18th, 2008|03:05 am]
dan, unravelled
the curtains are half-drawn
and it's late darling
i'll cradle you in my arms
or is it you holding me?

the world of yesterday
is wild and hungry
but it cannot break
this silent tranquility

and as you close your eyes
in our sanctuary
that smile upon your face
tells me i've found my peace
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