Let's build a house
And burn it to the ground
Let's set free the little sparrow
And then shoot it down
Let's cause chaos
Let's dance in destruction
Let's turn to turmoil
If there are three things you can't take back once you've given away, they are
Let's turn our backs
Cast a curse
On our hometown
Let's murder our fathers
And drown our mothers
Leave no one around
Let's vandalise the books and the churches
Let's forsake our gods and our begotten
Let's declare war
Purge our souls
Free our spirits
A Distant Long-Distance Love
It's the hardest when you remember everything
Off your mind.
The distance between you and him.
The number of hours it takes to fly to him.
You know the time on his clock better than he does because you are so used to his timezone.
You know his work and sleep schedules.
You stay awake at night, sacrifice your sleep because you know that that is the time when he's free to Skype.
The sound of his voice over the phone.
His favorite food.
His weekend hangout.
His favorite band.
It used to be your favorite band for the month after he told you.
The colour of his eyes.
The texture of his hair.
Every physical flaw and feature you can find on the limited number of photos you have of him.
The poetry you used to write together.
The smell of the sea where you sat at when you thought of him.
The sound of the waves.
The taste of bliss when he told you he missed you.
The handwriting on the letters he sent.
The words you penned in reply.
The anxiety in waiting for his reply.
And when you received his reply, your heart fluttered like a butterfly high on nectar.
Every aspect of the future you dreamt together.
Every little complain of the present.
The feeling of being able to share the same bond across half the world, holding your heart just to hear him whisper your name.
It's the hardest when you remember everything.
And he doesn't even remember your name.
What can I say, it's been too long.
10 steps to follow if you wake up in the middle of the night and the person beside you is not the person you love.
If you wake up in the middle of the night and the person beside you is not the person you love, here are ten steps to follow.
1. Lift up the thin blanket and feel the cool air rush in to touch your skin.
2. Forget the room slippers. Grab your clothes from the wooden chair and put them on.
3. Be extremely quiet. Put your socks on, and then your shoes. If they are hard shoes, be careful not to tap the floor.
4. You may open the curtain a little to let the moonlight in. You may take a minute or two to watch the windows of the building across from you.
5. Go to the bathroom. You may turn on the lights. If the water is dripping, wet your palms a little, then turn the tap off. If the water is not dripping, do not turn the tap on. Turn off the lights.
6. Grab your belongings. Remember your wallet, your phone, and the book you brought out to read the day before.
7. You may take a look at the person sleeping on the bed for one last time. Observe how slow it takes for air to enter their nose, expand their lungs, and exit through their nose again.
8. Don't think about anything. Leave the room. Quietly. When you open the door, do not make a sound. And when you close it, twist the knob and carefully pull the door to the latch, then release the knob.
9. You have to finish steps 1 to 8 before sunrise.
10. Get home, light a candle and leave it by the window. Lie down on your own bed, and feel, on your skin, how warm your duvet is. Wrap your pillow around your head. Promise yourself to never to go back again. But if you do, bring up this guide and follow it.
Push me gently, let me fall with grace
Push me gently.
It won't hurt me,
Not a little bit.
It is only in that moment
When our eyes make love in the incandescence,
In my war-torn mind,
I find a peaceful resonance.
There is contact,
Skin to skin, bare,
Our scar-riddled bodies,
But you stare directly into my blue soul,
And tell me that
I am beautiful.
I don't say a single word.
I am comforted.
I feel appreciated.
I don't care if you don't mean what you say.
At least even in that single moment,
I know that I am worth something to someone.
We have sex, of course.
You love it gentle, but raging with passion.
So, I give that to you,
If it only makes you feel good.
I am not a whore.
I am here because I am lonely,
And I will never not admit that.
You don't care.
You like me very much,
That is all.
I will be someone whom it won't matter to remember,
But you are someone I will never forget.
When I leave in the daybreak,
Go back to your lover,
Rest in his loving arms.
Don't send me to the door.
Don't kiss me one last time.
Not a little bit,
It won't hurt me.
Let me fall with grace.
You taste better with alcohol on your lips
We could watch the stars all night long
But you strip me of my innocence
With that slimy appendage
Your fingers police my skin
Cordon, then trespass me with your guile
And clasp my neck like a guillotine
Raid me, raid me
Suck the air out of my lungs
Suckle, suckle and caress me
You know how to get what you want
And what I want
Undressing my flesh
So you can riddle my beating heart
And then leave
Welcome to the Great Era
Welcome to the great era
Of human disingenuity
Our minds are mass-produced
We are each a photocopy
Innovation is outdated
And creation, obsolete
Success is not a work of art
It is an equation, it is scientific
We learn from our antecedents
Their policies and rules
We'll never fail and disappoint
We'll only win and rule
It is wrong to say that
Hard work equals success
We have a cheaper alternative
Power and money, and God will bless
Oh yes, we are no more
An irreligious society
We follow the faith
Of good moral propriety
To be kind, to love
To use others to get above
So welcome to our great era
Anyone can succeed
Anyone can be rich