pulse.


"Sometimes there's so much beauty in the world I feel like I can't take it, like my heart is just going to cave in."
-Ricky Fitts, American Beauty

30.11.09

welcome home

home sweet by Alistair Chong

real sleep
real food
real bed to sleep in
some things are better at home

29.11.09

early night

there it goes by Alistair Chong

well
what a stay
no regret
loving every minute
of a house
shared
with those i love
friends
too good.

28.11.09

cool indeed

later by Alistair Chong

so things get a little
crazy up here
don't worry
we'll see you later

27.11.09

still out

feel by Alistair Chong

3 am
it's a good time
to sit
talk
lie
stare
dream a bit
talk about it
dream some more

26.11.09

gladiators

epics by Alistair Chong

there will always be
epic music
ringing through my ears

25.11.09

missed

here again by Alistair Chong

back again
of course i'll be
back in a lazy world
of nothing
it's amazing

24.11.09

temporary

back home by Alistair Chong

hiatus
in a crazy style
some calm
in chaotic times
to try

23.11.09

this life

so good by Alistair Chong

star wars
football on a screen
screaming through the night
laughing in the morning
asleep in the afternoon
this is the life

22.11.09

don't need

i forget by Alistair Chong

here goes time
i forget
who cares anyway

21.11.09

here we are

good times by Alistair Chong

beach and sun
tennis and TV
music and fires
friends and life
too good to miss

20.11.09

when?

craze by Alistair Chong

no sense of time
a little bit crazy
you won't hear a lot
i guess
sorry for the short short letters
but it's too fun out here

19.11.09

sorrento

time to go by Alistair Chong

hey there freedom
a new day to wake to
smiling, shining
i'm off to the seaside
where i'll be free
more than sand in the wind

18.11.09

so long school

the end by Alistair Chong

there
gone
thirteen years
are left behind
a strange strange feeling
creeping into my veins
sad, but carefree
it's time to go
liberation calls

17.11.09

excitement

less than by Alistair Chong

one day more
we can sing
a feeling that will be
so liberating
like birds from cages

16.11.09

maximising

things by Alistair Chong

words
rules
a lot
to memorise

15.11.09

is it really

God i love by Alistair Chong

france france
sing your songs to me
back to sleep i'll go
through Parisian roads
not a study i'd rather do

14.11.09

long times

how to remember by Alistair Chong

some dates
still remembered
some forgotten
but we shall see

13.11.09

last one

final by Alistair Chong

now that there's
only one left
the sight on the end
is fast approaching

too far

ages ago by Alistair Chong

well still back
in days where
we'll find
some kind of memory

12.11.09

looking forwards

weeks by Alistair Chong

i see now
not many days are left
for the freedom
to win me over

11.11.09

chemistry

probablies by Alistair Chong

not knowing
exactly how it goes
sure there's a general
feeling of okay
but i know
i probably didn't

10.11.09

tomorrow

always missing by Alistair Chong

papers
have been done
nothing left
but frustration
at the missed chances
calculated and finished

9.11.09

study

things you don't know by Alistair Chong

a repetitive
kind of motion
lots of waking
dragging the notion
through my head
over and over

8.11.09

timing

left it by Alistair Chong

some sort of project
embarked on
in this procrastination

7.11.09

a language

English by Alistair Chong

every word
on every piece of paper
that was ever written
in blue and black
and trailed by red ink tracks
lies here

6.11.09

away they go

see by by Alistair Chong

a line or two
suffice
days forgotten

5.11.09

thought

things we forget by Alistair Chong

there's a life outside of this
music shining
through the light and dust
of pen paper and all between

4.11.09

alright for tonight

keep keep by Alistair Chong

the end is near
high and by
we'll be flying
and ending this old old life
sick tired and done

3.11.09

so

some kind of by Alistair Chong

at this point
there was some kind of thing
some kind of night
where tight eyes
saw nothing
but inside

2.11.09

cuts

lacking by Alistair Chong

a point in time
where words
need not always
rhyme

1.11.09

all things

not behind by Alistair Chong

four lines
not much to say
just some words
in cyberspace