what would it mean, if i gave you my hand?
would you take me like a queen:
every other minute, kissing my feet?
or just ride me like a fool?

what good would it do, taking my hand?
being my love, i pray, eternally:
always having you as a shoulder?
or just to boost your social status?

telling your mates what a chick i am,
while i'm there that is.
and then saying how much of a slut i was,
sex, drugs, smokes... and sex.

queen-slut, princess-whore.
royalty bullshit galore!
so what would it mean?
so is it: all about the cream?

bring me up, and cheapen me.
and they say it was meant to be.

call it self praise, but i really love this little passage i wrote. (it's the pink text over the coffee mug if you can see it.)

sweet october embrace:

Her kiss left an aftertaste you can't shake off. Bitter poison that was sweet; poison that flirted with your tastebuds, causing you to have it all at once, igniting the erotic side that you've suppressed for too long now. It's put you on a high, lusting for more of that taste... Poison. You could blame her, or you could fault the poison. But it doesn't matter: since the two are one. COFFEE.

So sweet that october embrace, smitten in the midst of spring. Lips locked over caffeine. They taste the same and you're left intoxicated. You sit there ditched, and realise that winter is not far off, and yet the taste still lingered. And soon enough, the bitterness would turn it numb, and i guess it wouldn't really matter anymore.

so i leave you with a quote: courtesy of Family Guy ;)

Peter: A guy at work bought a car out of the paper. Ten years later, Bam! Herpes.


More like "Bam! Irrelevance!"

outcry.

controversy? or are those cries of one holding out of a hero?

Don't we all hold out for a saviour?
Last line of defence cracks; and desperation sets in
Where's our hero? superman? spidey? whoever!
Do you not hear us? Set us free, we say! Set us free.

City Square, twelve-oh-three, we stand fallen.
Silence crept in like an angel amongst men.
Our once impregnable fort: oppressors delight,
Nothing less than a miracle. O God, just this once.

Oh God, just this once.
We believe, O Lord. We believe.
Or is this too late? Gone?
Are we to perish like our idols?

Oh Lord, just this once.
I swear I'll be a good kid.
I swear to listen to my folks.
Just this once, save us all.

Cries of such echoed through the City walls.
Desperate shots at redemption, but were they heard?
If so, where was He? Time was of essence.
With slit throats, there He was.

There He was. All along.
Cradling us, His tears on our wounds.
"I'm sorry, it's time to go." we heard.
And hidden we went into the shadiest of darkness.