Posts Tagged ‘falling’

falling

Posted: July 10, 2013 in writing
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I was on the brink of losing hope
Convinced that love was out of scope
Despite many gambles I would take
The conclusion’s always “a mistake”.

I was on the verge of giving up
Thought relationships were stupid and corrupt
There was no desire to love, no more
Not another heart break like before.

I tried, but couldn’t figure out why
It was impossible to deny
That failure followed from far and wide
Negative attitudes I subscribed.

But then… a surprise waltzed into my life
I no longer minded the sacrifice
The first impression that went through my mind
Was “damn-it mister, you’re so divine”.

A rush of emotions like a rising tide
In your presence, passion became amplified
Despite the struggle, I could not resist
The gravitational pull of your sweet, sweet kiss.

I didn’t expect our chemistry
To accelerate at such velocity
I mused and reflected, eventually admitted
I was surreptitiously afraid of it.

But then… I was reminded of your
Absolute adoration and allure
And all my misgivings disappeared
My cloudy conscience became crystal clear.

You are amazing and I’m in awe
Everything about you I adore
I will gladly have my energy spent
On you, because you are Heaven-sent.

Clumsy

Posted: May 13, 2010 in humour, Life
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If you know me in real life, you will know that I am far from being the most gracious person on the planet. I trip over my own feet, I walk into automatic sliding doors, I drop things and I break them. I almost always have bruises on my arms and legs because hard objects keep on getting in my way. However, this post is not about me and my clumsiness. It is about someone else’s misfortune…

A couple of days ago, I was strolling leisurely up the library stairs when a girl came flying down (quite literally) and her scream travelled all the way from the top of the stairs to the bottom. (She slipped on a puddle of water apparently.) On her way down, she instinctively reached out in a feeble attempt to grab at anything that could potentially stop her fall, and as luck would have it, I was the stopping tool. Unfortunately, instead of grabbing onto something soft and cuddly, she crashed into my hard and pointy umbrella. Needless to say, my umbrella didn’t handle the impact so well. As white knights rushed to her side, I couldn’t help but stare at my poor umbrella which, by that stage, was lying bent at a 30 degree angle. I almost wanted to shout “Hey, you broke my umbrella!” but I figured the poor girl had suffered enough humiliation already; drawing further attention to the fact that she single-handedly chop-sueyed my umbrella would be rather cruel.

I brushed off the incident and continued to make my way to the library. A couple of minutes later, a throbbing pain in my index finger called for my attention. To my horror, the middle joint was swollen and the patch of redness had started taking on a purple hue. The silly girl must have bumped my finger and I was too worried about the umbrella to notice. Luckily I was still able to write my objective test – incapacitated finger and all. I even managed to fix my umbrella (by standing on it)! Who knew they would be so flexible?

Moral of the story? Wear proper shoes! Falling is so last century.