Flesh and Bones

Thoughts, thoughts circulate

Flesh, flesh and bones, strip away

Blood, blood pumps through veins

Heart, heart pounds fast

I am bare, I am naked

I am but a floating soul

I am, in my essence

I am without entity

A stage, it seems, forms beneath me

And spectators, surround me

Honesty in all its rawness

Overcloud the floor

I am, a journal

I am, a pirate chest

I am, a coffin, a garden

I am the yearning of humanity

Vulnerable, enduring

Lost and loving

Harmonious, musical

Pitiful, comical

I am, flesh and bones

Flesh and bones, stripped away

I am, adrenaline

Adrenaline coursing through veins

I am, awareness

Awareness of wise souls

I am, humanity.

Originally by Asha

18^th April 2014

10.34 a.m

Monash library

The Better View (That's been there all along)

2 July 2011 at 03:57

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A heart so cold, it turns to stone

Pitch black like the burnt ashes of fire

But what it fears is fiery heat

To burn beyond cold charcoal stone

Fire flickers like lightning bugs and nightingales 

Escaping from a nest

But nightingales bring different visions

Of happiness and lullabies

For fire may burn and ignite fear

The hatred and loathing of one's desire

And swallows all that stands its path

Igniting also insecurities of uncertainties

Overshadowing the vision of nightingales

Blinding one from peace and acceptance

For mistakes, every human makes

One may not be the best, but certainly is not worst

And time may only allow one to realise, 

the burning, the heat, not only burns desires, hatred and fear

But if dealt right, creates diamonds from black coal and stone

For beauty is happiness, beauty is in acceptance

Beauty is for letting the nightingales sing

when the fire has burnt and worn out

The aftermath of forgiving the fire and moving to the stars.

Asha Kim,

0246

01072011

Lady of Eccentricity

10 October 2010 at 16:50

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She's a beautiful lionness

That roars and growls for her territory

Seemingly tough, scary to the normal crowd

But for those above her, seemingly unimportant

She clutches to her heart, like a mother to her nestlings

She wraps her fears, like a spider to its prey

She catches thieves, and consumes them

Like a black widow to her mate.

She's a leopard, fast out of grasp.

She's a bee, pollinating the thirsty flowers.

She's a kitten, purring for comfort.

She's a sea mouse, rare and hidden.

She leaves a mark in her footsteps.

She moves forward with seeming ease.

She turns back to her past, with restlessness

For she fears that history, may become her future

She once felt abandoned and out of place.

She probably still does, but shows it, she does not.

But she knows not, that she bears a crown on her head

That in her world, she is queen not pond.

She's a hydrangea, not the venus that people see

She's soft and delicate, but adopts the armour of an armadillo

And the horns of a bull

Not just to scare, but to feel protected too

She's one in a trillion, she's special

if only she believed it too.

And knows, that there is more love in the few for her

Than the acting many.

Originally by;

Asha Kim

11 October 2010

1547

Lovely Sin

I come before myself

And set forth a vision of my memory

I stare into the ghostly reflection

Of one I know nothing of

I raise my hand, and touch her palm

And I look deep into her eyes

The eyes of hollow nothingness

But then the eyes, they go wet

And a puddle of regret and despair

Envelope the vast emptiness

And one drop overflows

And then, there was no more

She stares back. Damnation.

Fear? Somewhere deep within

But too overwhelming to be longer felt

And so she sits.

The cycle repeats in her mind.

Lost in the events of yesterday.

And of tomorrow.

Do we burn our hearts,

like one may burn in hell?

Do we cut our morality,

like one may cut its flesh?

How lovely may sin be

Holy time of hidden ghosts

When monsters are locked away

We release our own.

And you may not feel

the disappointment, the doom

For all you feel is pleasure

But what does she feel?

And what do I?

And which is which?

She craves for more

She enjoys the lovely sin

But I hate it

I despise it

And I and her, we are different

We are two matrices

trapped in one form.

And you..You know not of how I feel..

You may not sympathize.

For all you know, is the foolish happiness

Blinded by lust and lovely sin.

Leave me.

For you know not of how you destruct me.

And never return.

For you know not of how the memory of you burns me.

originally written by,

asha kim

2337

30th August 2010

Life is just a dream

this life is just a dream

It is not real, it is not forever

this life is like a bubble

it will simply float until it pops

this life is just a dream

this life is just a dream

you will never feel what you have felt again

this life is just a dream

you will not remember all of what happened

and of how it happened

this life is just a dream

it will not last forever

this life is just a dream

one that you may feel trapped in

but one day you will see

it's the prison where you wish to be

this life..it is just a dream

where everything is just infinite air

everything is degradable

everything will melt into the matrix

except for one, memory

this life is just a dream

and if so, what are we?

are we lost matrices in a dark endless hole

floating to find form and foundation

this life is just a dream

one that is infinite

and one that does not seem to end.

originally written by,

asha kim

0018

23rd August 2010

The Dawn

I watch from the sidelines

Then stare into darkness

I see my future in the skies

I see it rain

and I see no sunrise

but I see light aglow

The cold wet droplets

soak through my skin

it feels good, it feels perfect

but when I close my eyes

I see me, paranoid

I, who lives in fear but finds thrill by being afraid

and then it stops..

my sanity breached, my sadistic mind on play.

originally written by,

asha kim

1332

06/06/2010

I Am A Speck In The Ocean of Grey

I am just a speck in this world

Finding place, finding position

Buried under millions and billions of grey

All dull by commons, similarities retain

I am a bead moving against the grain

Striving hard, pushing my way through the crowd

Every silent face, dull and pale and grey

Overshadowed by winners

And I shall rise above the ocean of grey

And fill them with colour, at least some if not most

And i am a speck in this world

Crying to be seen and to be heard

originally written by,

asha kim

1927

18th may 2010