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Throb of the Month: DREAMS

May 2013 – Throb of the Month: DREAMS They come in Visions. They come in Whispers. They creep under your skin as you’re fast asleep. They keep you afloat in the tender arms of Hope As you face the storms of your life’s experiences. They are what you carry from your fathers. They are what ...

PETUA

Visual Inconsideration x The HeartThrob Project presents: PETUA: Reminiscing Grandmother Tales and Superstitions                     Remember how we were chided at for opening umbrellas at home? Perhaps ‘cursed’ with 7 years of bad luck for breaking a mirror? Or scared into licking our plates clean, for fear ...

Stuck between two worlds

Stuck between two worlds One unreal, one of Truth In between, clammed, squashed, teared at As if one hand pulled by one, The other pulled by the other The “I” feels like being torn asunder Which way to go? Oneness knows Thus mind is afraid, very afraid Mind knows that a clear-cut decision will be ...

Twenty-somethings

Distracted, constant worry Time on knees’ mercy What if(s) wander and taunt The minds of these fruitful young Age slowly creeping Time and time again The clock is spinning Plans revive? The true form of self? No! These young minds come To know plans will not remind Their dreams to unfold Submit, succumb and grab ...

i dream for you

i dream for you for a future i never had for things i never embraced for love i didn’t have the courage to pursue.   i dream for you because i’ve been there before. i have tasted your pain, felt your misery, and lived out your struggles.   i dream for you in the hope ...

Instagram: Dreams

A Throb of the Month entry on INSTAGRAM by @papersnowghost

True Dreams

“True dreams are not to be the focal point of our existence. That which is here, should remain here, while you direct your attention elsewhere.  Focus on what matters most: the life that you still have” – Pieces of Me;  Heroes Volume 2: The Graphic Novel I had one dream that has led me to ...

Butterfly Wings of Pardon

Moments of peace Phases of storm Unleash my tampered heart For I feel like used art Make no notice What I’ve always feared Time walked out on me Into my eyes it peered I have written in length What you didn’t see My buried face, my hidden path My wickedness in coloured breen Tomorrow, I ...

Dreams of You

I dreamt I was a builder, A singular draftsman Colliding metals in a vacuum that meld never to part again And in that dream I dreamt that Every collision, every bang Was a quiet testament from my fingers That created whole universes, For a grace that I had dreamt of within that dream of a ...

Resding within One

At the mountaintop, Where no man has been, And ever was the same, Like the flurry of wind, The singing of stars, The transience of midnight clouds, The ocean flows, Wherever man dares to go, The flicker of a candle light, The dark night of the soul, The howling of the wind, The trickle of ...

Take.

Cold storms brew Of heavenly phrases for two Undecided love for wrath My insecurities take a timely bath If not a word is spoken true Swords of levelheadedness coated anew Nobody else but the calm sea thunder Issues this heart you take in slumber Take.

Cracked

last night i died in your mouth, i sunk my thumbs in the back of your neck, i cracked my shell on the flat of your head, i crushed my self on the hard of your hate, i broke and spilled and felt my self empty out; running down the side of your mouth, on to the ...

Journey With Me

I know I am loved, for who I am. I know I am safe, for you are here. I know I want this, forever and ever. Like liquid gold, how very precious. Your smile, makes my heart flutter. A warm tingle, filled with love. Broken me, fragile and insecure. Piece by piece, you mend. With ...

Toward the Sunset

An old Chinese proverb about the sunset spills across your mind as you wend your way across the city on the back of a bus, subconscious of how the sunlight patterns across opposing seats. It’s a color you long to hold on to like recurring moments of a fiery-lipped kiss. Know that all pebbles fall ...

Runwayathon

The needle pierces the delicate cotton, trailing wispy thread that tangles at the slightest touch. I let my hands go through the motions, sewing sequins down one by one. I work quickly and quietly, amidst a cacophony of slightly crazed voices and sounds. I try not to let it affect me. We had mere minutes ...

Euphoria: A Young Couple’s

Making up the background story after seeing this scene in the MRT. No offence or bridging of rights intended. Harmless but wildly exaggerated imaginings. There was a boy in casual clothing and a girl in uniform who were sitting across from me in the train. They were both young – not yet 14, and obviously ...

Euphoria, maybe.

It’s almost like euphoria lasts only for a while. I wish I could be comfortable feeling as invincible as every time I had a little taste of that kind of delight. The kind that made every song on the radio sound like a Hi-5 dance hit. It’s in those brief moments I would confuse happiness ...