Part 1

She meets this guy. He's cute, he's handsome, he's cool; the kind that nudges you into the clouds. She's on a high.

Shy and coy, she's secretly thinking, "OMiGawd! He's so cute." Slowly things move faste. The quiet, polite bloke starts talking to her, and humming, and singing (not that he can). She's secretly thinking, "He's so cute".

The uptight tease loosens up. She can't help but notice, amongst all the seats that were tehre, he settles into the one right next to her. She smiles staring staright at the view in front of her. The crowd is going wild, lights are flashing, the band is on.

She yields to the gentle encouragement as the Spirit kicks in. She touches him gently. He moves towards her, "you know, when you guys came on, you could feel the beat of the drums right here", she places her smooth hand lightly on his chest.

"Really huh? Yeah.." he smiles. music continues to blast. The crowd head bangs. Heads are bobbing, hands are nodding.

"You see the camera guy over there?" she stares staright at the guys direction while being fully aware that he's gazing at her. "when you guys came on, the crowd, a little behind that marker? yeah, they were all head banging".

"yeah.. that's the way.."

"You know how I know if you guys are sounding good? People would start moving automatically.. like that..", she points to a man sitting nearby, tapping his foot againts the crome bar of the stool".

Things were looking up for Charlize. The dense fog of gloom eliminates, replaced by serene excitement.

two two Two Three

by charlene Wong

(All rights reserved)

When I look at my life

I see my heart

engulfed by a sea of depth-

of thoughts, of words, of flashbacks of the past.

When I look at my life

I see people holding my breath

in hands of iron- pinching, clenching

When I look at my life
I see wishes.
I see

MY dreams My regrets
I see it dance in shallow waters
that lurk on slopey Quicksand

When I look at my life

I see a girl, or woman

gazing at hazel eyes

looking with intense,

looking with intent.

When i look at my life
I see craving of -__-
beyond grasp that slips
from clammy hands onto others-embraces.

When I look at my life

I see light reflecting

pushing away dullness

welcoming debris that sticks and molds

When I look at my life
I see hope
I see warmth-carrassess of love
whispering comfort, that colourful spectre is sight.

When I look at my life

I see people

holding out arms of smooth silk

soft and strong

guiding me on-

my life.

A Secret

By charlene wong

*All rights reserved*

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Its smooth complexion dimmed

Dulled by death and grey

Painful mountains forming itself

Scaring, hurting ugly as elf.

Hope diminishes; whites are gone

"Where do i place the ugly unborn?"

i cant get them out! I can't I can't!

I can't run away! I Can't I can't!

Abandonment's the key

Not sacrificing my spree

It's sucked the greens

purse is lean

I have nothing nothing nothing

Nothing comes out of nothing

i am nothing

willowing with shame, the nightmare is real

I don't want this I don't want it

Lord be my reel

up up up i go; into clay hands

my face my fortune; He's my only chance.

The Beach

So we were walking on the beach.

The Sun- about half an hour away from setting.

The Sea is calm and gentle; its waves gentle yet firm.

The wind blowing surely.

My Hair whisked into the air..

They suddenly see crabs-baby crabs on the beach. Three big guys.

"Catch it man!", someone yells.

He reaches into the water, changes his mind, and starts kicking ; an unsuccessful attempt at "CATCHING THE BABY Crab"..

I walk over. "Just catch it". I bend down and pick it up.

"Man you've gotta have nuts man.."

I think to myself, 'but i don't HAVE nuts'.

I hand it over to the guys and walk away smilling to myself.

Overload

Sipping coffee on a warm Sunday afternoon... Inhaling a long streak of white floating substance and then exhaling slowly.. A serious look, eyes scanning slowly, a small wrinkle on the forehead.. Sitting alone...

Are these the signs of one who is in solitude? One who feels a sense of quiet emptiness inside and chooses this time to reflect upon life? Or is it purely a state of relaxation? Relaxation which involves smoke that engulfs and glaring streaks of ray in your eyes.

We often strive for our wants. What do we want? We want what our puny brains, and shallow experiences tell us to want. In soft whispers it tempts. And like idiots we yield. Silly imbeciles we are to fall for such an old trick in the book. Yet…

Our egoistical selves say that we are still in the right. We make a decision for ourselves and therefore that makes us the better of the lot. Just because we can make ‘stupid’ decisions we are the better of the lot. We often justify getting away with idle dreams.

At the end of the day, we sit back and think to ourselves, “Am I happy? If I am, why do I fell so… empty…?” We then sit and ponder. We think that we are the better of the lot because we ‘reflect’. What a joke THat is. We ‘reflect’. Truth is we reflect on our own folly and even during that short mystical time we create a garden within in which we plant more seeds of self denial. Marvelous aren’t we... Mankind..