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 Mar 2015 Cheryl Tan
L
Untitled
 Mar 2015 Cheryl Tan
L
Don't you dare say I didn't try.
You have no idea how hard I tried.
I tried
I tried
I tried
 Mar 2015 Cheryl Tan
AJ Mayfield
Would all our paths be so sublime,
and beauty fill our blessed time
Yet rocky trails seem always
on our minds, so I’ll follow you
on yours, and you on mine….

I walked my route from dawn to sleep,
seeing much, and missing more,
the days were long and costly,
with dreams between, some troubling,
some deep, and heard the music playing
Softly it sang to me from somewhere
just behind, and so I turned,
and seeing a soft blue light, I stared,
more closely than I dared,
and found an angel standing there
"Have you been following me," I asked
“All your life and more,” she said
“Are you my angel,” I wondered, not aloud
But, "I’m not yours, you cannot keep an angel”
Just then I noticed the girl,
the one whose hand the angel held,
and surely as the moon cries on broken waters,
I knew she meant more to me than life
I knew not who she was, but remembered
her lovely face, had seen her in my dreams

“What’s your name,” I whispered, 
“You’re lovelier than stardust”
“Joy,” she whispered back to me,
“And stardust’s what I am, and so are you"
“Why have you been following me,” I asked
“But it’s you who’ve followed me,” she said
Suddenly, the world turned blue and green,
and crimson-hued, and shifted in its orbit,
stars redirected their intent….
It woke me from my dream, but nothing changed,
only my perspective, and I saw that it was true,
what she had said, we’d been following
each other, and so, for a long while, we walked 
our paths together, and ventured to hold hands
And when we did, the veil was pushed aside,
and everything (not quite, but enough) came clear,
and I saw beside me a being of the Light,
of reddish tint, whose eyes seemed to shine
He looked everywhere, at me, at Joy, at the 
angel beside her, and at the endless road before us

“Are you my angel,” I asked, this time aloud
“I’m not yours but I’m here for you,” he replied
And I knew from memories so far behind, his Name
“You’re the singer, aren’t you,” I dared to question
“Not just yours, but your companion’s too”
"The path before you, yours and Joy’s,
will need much light and love and music, too
You two have far to go together, never let her go”
And then and there I resolved, that even when 
she didn’t know it, I’d hold her tight
I learned my name that day, while angels
walked beside us, the name I never knew 
before but sought from every corner
of the world, in every place of beauty and of sin
I’d been seeking truth, but my search 
should have been within, not without, 
For I was called Truth, and Truth and Joy
were meant to walk the universe together
You cannot find one without the other,
and together they made a child,
that eternal child called Love

For as much as you are my Joy,
would that I could be your Truth
Side by side and hand in hand,
I want only to walk with you
 Mar 2015 Cheryl Tan
WickedHope
Rope
 Mar 2015 Cheryl Tan
WickedHope
I
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a
v
e
f
e
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l
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n
g
s
that
form
thou
ghts,
that
form
words,
that          form
sente            ­     nces,
that                       form
rope,                         which
ties                               itself
into a                            noose.
Your                         ­     words
are also                    a rope,
that saves me from
drowning.
Sorry if you can't read it.
Kinda.
 Mar 2015 Cheryl Tan
Eris
Untitled
 Mar 2015 Cheryl Tan
Eris
Can we promise each other that when one of us drifts away, the other chases?
 Mar 2015 Cheryl Tan
Lunar
I look out to the sea
Which reminds me of you
My thoughts reach out
But you get carried further away
To the depths of despair
To the farthest corner
You leave me behind
But my boat still stays
 Mar 2015 Cheryl Tan
L
Weakness
 Mar 2015 Cheryl Tan
L
I'm tired of being the strong one,
having to hide mascara stained tissues at the bottom of the trash.
For once, I'd like to be the one with
a head on a shoulder
crying over nothings.
When do the strong get to be the weak?
**
Leigh
i don't want to fall in love
because i'd rather say that
-
love digs its hands deep into the dirt to plant its roots,
to give false hope to the weaklings of mankind that requite is truly attainable
that love lies in the tears of our galvanised hearts, attacking the cracks of our fissured craniums
reminding us of our (now) inexorable incarceration
that love creates waveforms between fragile persons, in its attempt to orchestrate some sort of perfect dissonance
that love declares 'i am in control' (and makes us believe so)
to toy with the pieces left of our already tortured souls.
and that love only breaks us whole,
when our holes were what broke us first
-
than say love was "made" for me and you
;
because to fall in love would mean
falling
(onto your chest to remind me of what we had)
which would be a deathtrap on its own
one i would shamefully not regret
it was a saturday night when i promised myself never to fall again because i knew it would only leave me scathed to the bone and lost in the desolated world that i had unnecessarily created in the past. i had come to the realisation that there was an inevitable slough of despond, waiting to pull me mercilessly into the black hole that i knew held a despicable love that i would refuse to ignore if i did not steer clear. though, steering clear was never my forte. instead, diving idiotically into cold waters without caution was where my roots stayed, in love with the fray of things. lost in my welter of thoughts, my little pandemonium, i dreamt of you and slowly tried to fathom how we ended. was it the loss of attraction, transient chemistry or the indubitable end that had already been set in stone? because all my life, i had tried so desperately to search for nonexistent formulas for why things ended, only to accept the fact that every thing was made to be ephemeral. stop, stop, just stop! my mind never failed to repeat, yet my heart failed to comply; my stream of consciousness always led back to you. i felt alone, pathetic, mawkish even, as i dialled your number with the dignity i no longer possessed. with each ring, i tried to stop the shivers down my spine that felt like a terrible ague, knowing that you had already given up on me, on us, and wanted nothing to do with me. you were obdurate on your decision, happy to move on.

but as for me? i remain that hideous book you indifferently hide on your shelf, in the shadows of your newfound lover.


(( yet, even now, that saturday night repeats itself every single day, the vicious cycle of an ancient spiel that i cannot seem to let go, because the thought of you coming back still remains, engrained into whatever pieces of my heart i have left. ))
i long for a love that i cannot reach and cannot hold
it is a love so far away from tangibility and from the dreams that keep me awake (yet asleep) at night
it binds me to nothing because nothing is all i can obtain
yet nothing is everything that means something to me:
nothing is everything that i cannot grasp within the tiny hands that have carved these thoughts for a lifetime
because the possibility of our love is as slim as a starving human
and as unfathomable as the thousands of stars that overwhelm me as i gaze up at them
what we have is truly inorganic, lifeless, tired to the bone
it is sterile and unfertilised, impossible to merely thrive or bloom,
burdensome like the words that have made me who i am today
and stagnant like the brain of a dead man rotting

in other words,
our love is and will never be a reality
because you are a masterpiece
and i'm a disaster


**(( still i long ))
( i cant even think straight anymore because the idea of you never seems to leave no matter how hard i try )
The noon's greygolden meshes make
All night a veil,
The shorelamps in the sleeping lake
Laburnum tendrils trail.

The sly reeds whisper to the night
A name-- her name-
And all my soul is a delight,
A swoon of shame.
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