Tag Archives: body gesture reading

On growing up -feelings.

Ah! The guileless smile I once had and may never have. Now, all facial expressions have hidden meanings. (Source: funmag.org)

If I smiled only when feeling happy,

How did I make my husband think all was well between us

When he forgot my birthday whilst at work yesterday

How do I make my harsh bosses think I like them

When I’m passively considering killing one of them as a lesson

How would I make the world believe my life a bed of roses

When asked about the exams I actually failed

How would I make pastor keep believing God only gives riches

When I haven’t eaten today as at this night of writing this


If I cried only when sad,

How do I make my lover know how hurtful his deceptions are

Hoping he won’t think I cry because I’m moved by his sugary words

How did I let my roommate know the scorpion sting hurt

Hoping he didn’t think it was because of my heartbreak

How would I let her know how much I missed her

Hoping she wouldn’t think I hurt from kneeling for too long

How would I make them know how funny and ridiculous they were

Hoping they wouldn’t think I was hot with jealousy


I have learnt what you wanted me to

You told me I needed to be smart and savvy

That I had to stop being naïve and grow up

And realise things aren’t always so simple

Well, I hope you can tell I have followed you obediently

And this is not just an act to get you off my neck

I hope you can tell I appreciate your seeing this

And I am not somewhat indifferent to what you really think


If only writers and writings were always sincere…



Maybe I don’t always have to post dark writings;
Maybe my writings don’t always have to be melancholy;
Maybe I can pretend…

Hanging out on my veranda,
I see men patronizing the road,
As they go about their daily lives;
Trying to imagine –
No, actually imagining –
What they look like on the inside:

The morbidly obese and bloated
-full of pride; thinking they are all-in-all;
The shadow featherweights
-full of vanity; not paying attention to real value;
The dark, foul, little serpents
-breeding corruption and treachery;
The skeletons clad in black
-clones of the Grim Reaper, harbingers of hate and death;
The green gargoyles with eyes about to pop
-coveting all they see, forever discontent;
Cruising pairs of gonads
-sex-slaved souls, always “on heat”.

Oh! And the horrid haunting ghost-god of an author
-feeling separate from, and better than the pathetic mortals he’s writing about.

Maybe I can pretend…
…That he is just a content man with self-esteem, smiling in the evening breeze.
…That she is just a fashionista enjoying the her newest wardrope addition.
…That he is just desperate to survive in a harsh world and stay alive by “all” means.
…That she is just reacting normally to the harm/hurt life and others have dealt her.
…That he simply wants something nice and better for a change.
…That she is simply responding to the hormonal drive for pleasure.

…That I am just a writer calling things as I perceive them.

NB: I have assigned gender attributes (eg. he or she) with no bias in mind.
And, if the reader knows of better reasons for doing the “sick” things we do, please be my guest and add them.