Ahn Wee

“The pendulum of the mind alternates between sense and nonsense, not between right and wrong.” – Carl Gustav Jung

Month: October, 2012

Echo to Narcissus

 

How many adjectives,

verbs and nouns

do I have to rhyme

or syllables to drum

to win your inaccessible heart?

Or to be finally more than enough

To be who you want me to be?

How many times do I have to chant

Your beautiful name,

as if to assess your capability

for recognition,

or to simply know

if I already exist enough for you,

to be mine and be yours,

but then you can’t,

because you won’t.

So I’m pinning away

Till nothing is left

But the voice of the past,

a wave of affections,

I  silently burn in air

with my matchstick.

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Insert name here

Your name is a mantra,

a word or two or three in full,

of five numbered syllables,

delicate vowels and crispy consonants,

like lasagna and garlic bread,

to my anorexic soul.

Desensitize Me

A Smile, wrinkles a frown or two,

Warps a long face drenched in exhaustion,

And thwart the flow of hidden tears.

Forget not to improvise with laughter,

In a chilly disheartening sigh,

A trace of sadness must not escape you.

For an affliction of no history,

One must not flinch to sentimentality,

Emotions rouse irrationality.

A shot of apathy or prudence,

Is enough to expire a mood,

Or to pass the time untroubled

Of a future waiting in regret.

Graphing Paper Rhythm

 

Your smile feels like

an effortless breeze,

an uncontrollable shiver,

down to the spine,

as it rhymes with your name,

so religiously chosen,

yet unintentionally artful,

so coincidentally fitting—-

you’re a saint in disguise.