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,

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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

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