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Irrelevant post of the day
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Well. I reckon i have posted this up before but since i can't find it i'll post it up again. Its a poem i wrote last year , and i ain't no Emily Dickinson so please pardon me should you find this nauseating. I kind of like it even though it sounds like some stanza in a song lyric. Haha.
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The final parting
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The cinders burns quietly on the hearth,
Burning quietly as woe betides those dark moments of solitude
A prayer from his heavy heart , memories unearthed
Of her six feet under ; an eternal interlude..
He fights the tears as he remembers
The words from his late wife's letter..
Weep not , for am I not right there captured in those sephia photographs
Our solemnisation , our marriage , and those taken just for laughs
Take a look around our humble abode , a treasury of our lifes
I'm always here , no matter what , its up to you to decide
I'd hate to admit but now
Even as I write this letter
Tears stream as I take a bow
And to God I leave my matters
I'm sorry that I'll be taking my demise
One step before you
Decades we've spent , through all the times
But now i'll have to bid you adieu
Silence now as my soul departs
For darling , I'll always love you.
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Random snapshot
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an old photo of me trying to look constipated/pained.
A rather bad attempt , for i turned out looking rather.... Unique .
Look , ma ! Double chin !!
