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Fear

kohleyes — Tue, 07 Jul 2009 02:51:46 +0000

I fear
The darkness encamped
The quiet unspoken
The screaming unheard
Within me.

I fear
The world unknown
The happiness threatened
The security removed
Within me.

I fear
The loss of innocence
The freedom of madness
The exposure to evil
Within me.

I fear
The darkness so blinding
The light without warmth
The days without time
Within me.

MindVomit

kohleyes — Fri, 20 Oct 2006 06:44:42 +0000

He’s been here.
You heard it whispered,
By your mother, and hers and hers.

He’s been here.

You whispered these words yourself today.
You realized the magnitude of that sentence.
You feel the loss of all womankind
You see the imagery of their pain,
Flashed before your eyes
Like an oil panting
Of the deepest massacre
Still wet, like real stains of blood
Grosteque figurines
And death, death hovering at every door
At every corner
At every crook and corner
Of your deepest fear
There. They wedged themselves
Comfortably
Nestling in your flesh
Nurtured by your blood.
They fester
And you dissapear
All the you that you ever held in regard
Disappears
Replaced by a husk with a mind
That was once yours
And sometimes when you find your way back
You wonder.
Why.
What.
When you find your way back
Only to be repelled by the husk
Of a smiling woman
Who looked like you
Who laughed like you
Without your soul,
Cos you sold it away,
When you nurtured
The devil in your bosom.

We

kohleyes — Sat, 27 May 2006 17:09:57 +0000

Are we
Two elderly people
Who seek comfort
In each other

Just to seek
The touch of your hand
Or company for coffee
And a game of hearts?

Are we
The best of friends
Who shares the same delights
Buddies in heart and mind?

Just to have
A kindred spirit to hold
Or simply to rant
About the lives we lead

Yet

In this dead of the night
I stare, listlessly
As sleep wont come
And rest escapes

Just the light
Cold embrace of the monitor
Wishing the scent of you
Next to me.

its monday again

kohleyes — Sun, 21 May 2006 17:31:46 +0000

“welcome the rush of madness again
i almost missed it
almost craved for it,
like the craves of an expectant mother
for sourplums
knowing, even before she tastes it
that the sourness will cause her to tear and cry again.
before she craves for another one.

welcome to the rush of madness again
Of a monday.”
- Norain Khan

This cant go on.

kohleyes — Mon, 08 May 2006 12:01:26 +0000

YOU ARE HURTING ME.

i cant let this happen to me again.
im outta here.

—-

“Either some of your guppies are gay, or one of your fishies screwed with my cat.”-Quote from the Great Shakinah Khan.

kohleyes — Wed, 26 Apr 2006 18:31:43 +0000

yup. its mindboggling.

i bought my fishtank home last week, and apparently, and STRANGELY enough it excited members of my family.

THEN my guppies started to break my heart again as one of them got this fin disease and it affected a few more of my guppies. Its so heartbreaking to hear one guppy die today and another tomorrow.

I have tried everything i could, managed to save the majority but it hurts you know when my fishies die.

I spent the whole of last night in front of my tank and walked away when i decided i have done all i could for the night.

So this evening, i called up my brother to ask the situation. I was honestly dreading the news. I never expected to hear what my brother said on the phone though.

Mastan: Bubu! I dont know what happened and I didnt do anything but THERE ARE VERY MANY SMALL TINY BABY FISHES in the tank?

Me: Ah?? small baby fishes? u sure or not??!

At this point of time Adrian turned to me when he heard that, and he wore a huge question mark on his face. I guessed at that time the expression on my faced very much mirrored him.

Mastan: yeah bubu. im DEAD SURE.

Me: But. But.. I BOUGHT ONLY GUY GUPPIES!!!

Mastan: I dunno i dunno!

So i put down the phone on the brother, and i called up my sister.

Me: Oi! are there baby fishes in my tank?

Kinah: YEAH LA.. YOUR GUPPIES screwing each other man. disgusting.

Me: But thats insane U KNOW my guppies are all dudes!

Kinah: Well then, that means either some of your guppies are gay, or one of your fishes screwed my cat.

Me: what the hell.

thats my crazy siblings for u.

I went home and apparently THERE ARE 20 BABY GUPPIES in my tank swimming happily. Im perplexed.
I spent the next one hour fishing out the babies and separating them into another tank so they wouldnt be guppy food for the older ones.

My first set of babies. damn.

quote from faz upon hearing my sister’s loud exclamation about her cat screwing my guppy.

Faz: HOLY COWS. 20 CATFISH. Happy MOTHERS DAy, bubu

i tell u im surrounded by morons.

“Sleep well, Slam Champ!”

kohleyes — Wed, 26 Apr 2006 02:05:14 +0000

hehehe.
i finally managed to win ONE poetry slam event this year. I was completely on a roll last night.

I realised that I do a better job when im not tensed. HAHA. well im lucky some of the real masters of poet slamming wasnt there i guess, though MARK Nair was a real benchmark to hit.

yeah so im happy.
got money some more.

why am i not surprised.

kohleyes — Mon, 24 Apr 2006 07:04:34 +0000

You scored as Theater. You should be a Theater major! Like a bohemian actress, you are seasoned and confident and not afraid to express yourself!

Theater

100%

English

100%

Linguistics

100%

Journalism

100%

Sociology

83%

Psychology

75%

Philosophy

67%

Dance

67%

Art

67%

Anthropology

58%

Biology

33%

Engineering

17%

Mathematics

17%

Chemistry

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bloody hell.

kohleyes — Mon, 24 Apr 2006 02:24:49 +0000

no im not in a good mood.

get. me. out. of. here.

Testimony

kohleyes — Thu, 20 Apr 2006 04:06:00 +0000

She delights in the
Pinking of the skin
The blush that runs
Up on your face
As you lay.
Spent.

She delights in the
Warmth of your breath
And the smell of your scent
Running down your neck
As you lay
Spent

She delights in the
Sound of your heartbeat
The scent of your muskiness
Around her senses
As you lay
Spent.

She delights in the
Memories of you
The smirks and the smiles
Gestures of kindness
As she lay
Spent.

And no.

This is not a love poem.
This is a testimony
Of every woman
In love.