#TheDirtyThirty
Day 1: Free Writing
Every word that you breathe is perfection
the particles in that carbon dioxide give me lesions
you had me choked up with your invisible exhale
I'm all out of batteries, but I'll find the positive in hope.
Day 2: Three Favourite Words
Tradition
Catastrophic
Contumacy
Manners and traditions are all comfortably well
but once they start to control, they outlived their usefulness
it is catastrophic with the lack of inhibition
when the ballsy intellectuals revel beyond contumacy.
Day 3: 10 things you'd want a stranger to know about you if they had to hear nothing else
Not one inch of my hair is bleached
although I need to get it trimmed about two inches
where I will greet my hair stylist with three words
with four seats vacant, I picked the one closest to the exit
in case of fire, I would only require five seconds to escape
six is the speed dial number I'd call for the fire department
while waiting for seven minutes, I'd help wherever I possibly can
I remembered scanning the salon and there were eight occupants
counting again now and there are nine including the cat
and 10 minutes was how long it took for the officials to report the incident on tv.
Day 6: Tea #Haiku
Like a closed wound
I don't want to disconnect
Green tea, mi amor!
Day7 #TheEndofSomething
(9th October 2013)
Strategically deposited parallel with the ceiling
I looked up and the wall clock indicated that it's time
what lies ahead gave me the inevitable shivers
somehow that sensation was chronologically befitting
as my body was positioned on the operating table
waiting for the icy subulate scalpel to caress my skin.
(5 months earlier)
The risk of performing the surgery is discouraging
"Waist-down incapability of movement", I went numb
but "It has to be done. Or you won't live pass #thirty", he said
a wave of emotions I wasn't even aware that I am qualified of swooped in
shattering my fragile nervous system into rugged molecules
synchronously, reasoning that this will be over in due time.
(5 months and 6 hours later)
Familiar articulation of whispers hovered
a string of black and white images fluttered anxiously
"She's awake. Let's talk to her."
with all the energy left, I lifted my right arm gesturing the time
"I think she wants to know the time."
"It is done, successfully. There is no worry now."
Day 8 #Love
At the second our hazel-coloured eyes met
you said, "Hello", and I did not turn back
I've been borrowed, without an expiry date
the clock's hour and minute-hand are ticking, I'm still waiting
for the curves of your smile is one of a kind
"This is beautiful, I refused to be blind."
In a crowded space where silly logic dwells
disfiguring all the five senses that I know so well
the gentle touch that arrived at my skin
the calm before the storm, no, it's a whirlwind
my heart aches like blaring trumpets in a marching band
consistently trampled by happy feet, I can't complain.
Today, baby, it is your 33rd birthday
my fingers fill the gaps in yours as we sway
to our heartbeats till we are dizzy
for what the future holds has to be as yummy as Ben & Jerry's chocolate fudge
brownie.
Happy Birthday, Sayang.
Truly yours,
Sherilyn
Day9 #LessonLearnedGrowingUp
Vacate your memory
of the ones that weigh you down
for they are after your sadness
and downfalls
not your achievements
nor your fortune.
Even though no one being is born the same
we were without possessions
when we arrived into this world
as we sprout and bloom into adults
it's a competition of the matchless
and an amusement for the weak
while the dough may be satisfying
but deep down inside you know that
that isn't fulfilling.
What's satiating is love
unrestricted from the visible chains
self-ruling yet candid
raw yet liberating
juvenile yet intoxicating.
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