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

31.5.10

no more leaves

falling away by Alistair Chong

well i guess
we've come across another goodbye
another song for another time
well i guess
the end of fall
a sign for all
to curl up and keep inside

30.5.10

shout it

desire indeed by Alistair Chong

well deserving
could there be sacrifice
or is natural enough to suffice
a talent we are blessed with
oh how i wish i received
something more
but we'd make something more
if we just tried

29.5.10

taking them

meds by Alistair Chong

the taste
bitter and broken
would only do a world of good
to me
sick and weary
i hope this leaves

28.5.10

transporting

bussing by Alistair Chong

on and off we get
the bus will take the road
around and around it goes
thank God they do

27.5.10

carry through

we'll continue on by Alistair Chong

always there will be
a spring following the winter
breaking between the snow
and finding just another light

26.5.10

as the sun will rise

faithful by Alistair Chong

no matter how many clouds
how dark it gets
the sun will always shine
forever beyond the rain
and endless days
she'll be there

25.5.10

journeys

voyager by Alistair Chong

on a payphone
in Paris
waiting to hear a voice
a letter from New York
and it never seems too far

24.5.10

if it never does

wants by Alistair Chong

cracks appear
in between fears
of many things
we could never love
or we could find it wrong
or never in the first place

23.5.10

the chance

charmed by Alistair Chong

lucky numbers
and a four leaf clover
a charm we'd kiss
before it's over
all we'll need
is the result

22.5.10

passenger

stranger by Alistair Chong

so we end up
in the same kind of place
an empty box
and a featureless face

21.5.10

heart signs

still there by Alistair Chong

too bad
i couldn't be bothered
searching through this diary
to find a note
a note we shared

20.5.10

no more

tens by Alistair Chong

home stretch
of a part of me
alone this edge
will cut the spree
words upon each other

19.5.10

imprint

where's the mark by Alistair Chong

before we leave
would you conceive
ever giving something back to us
before too late
we leave our sign
nowhere to be found

18.5.10

this we know

rolling dice by Alistair Chong

a few more
we'll gamble away
giving lee to what we earnt today
what kind of words
do we remember