Rain & Green Tea

I like running in the rain,
Even though I am tired of May showers.
I love green tea ice-cream
Even though sometimes I risk a scoop too bitter.
But I like them both a lot more with you around.

The fly

Twenty-two cups of tea
Will not make thirty teaspoons of sugar
To disappear

Forty-four empty baggages
Is as burdensome as
Three hundred red bricks

You can tell me to flee,
But I'm still standing here
Like the summer fly I stay
In winter I'll hide
Spring to reappear.

The fish

This is a photograph I did not take.
A guy in a purple shirt, and a girl in a collared white shirt.
Seated by the rocks, swinging their feet into the lake.
The guy with a fishing rod, sat ever so silently.
& the girl, who stole his black hat, was bubbly with certainty as ever.
I saw her reached for his hand, that lit the boy's face to smile.
Then out of nowhere a fish appeared, tugging at the fishing line.
& they were laughing like it was the happiest day in their lives...
How simple and sweet life seemed for them.

Lace & honey

Like a crinkled white lace,
Adorn with grace
Honey-sweet words said
Have turned soggy

But here I am,
Ironing the crease to smooth the edge-
& edges of my bitter tongue
Nonchalantly

So spilled jars of honey
Have left the bees to be buzzing
With one of us stinging
A mess of sticky.

Sensation

I enjoy blowing out candles. There is something gratifying about it. It makes me feel happy despite a slight muscular twinge from puffing my cheeks. Perhaps it subconsciously reminds me of childhood birthdays.

& the scent of burnt out wax is worthy of remembering too.
Cranberry scented candles would probably be my favorite.
But what I really enjoy smelling, is the aroma of apple cinnamon in a pot of apple-sauce in the making.

The smell would linger on for days, you could almost taste it.

Puddle

A puddle so blue deep by the sidewalk,
Its horizon stretches far and wide like a sea
Two ants set sailing on a paper boat,
The paper soaked soggy too soon-
They swim.

And sinking, the paper all soft and thin
The ants thought folly, what miserable skin!
Two bugs overboard, they jumped into puddle sea
& swim-.
and swim,
They swim, swim, swim

Dear Prince William

I have been crushing on you since I was six. Your golden mushroom-capped 90s hairstyle, ivory skin, and a heck of a bridge for a nose was the very definition of beautiful for the six year old, that was me. Yesterday, I woke up at 6am just to watch you exchange vows with Kate Middleton. Among the cynicism I have grown to feel for the monarch, and my continuous question of curiosity with regards to what 'monarchal duties' actually are, I was glued to the screen. My heart leaped, and I was probably as nervous (if not more) for you. Your wedding must have cost a fortune of tax payer's money. Regardless, the procession reminded me very much of Princess Diana. You share her bashfulness, and what sort of was a turned on was the very fact that you share her passion for the love of humanity as reflected by your acts of charity. But then your soldier-regiment-watever costume reflective of your rank and military positioning made me cynical again. And when I witnessed you looking at Kate's dress and mouthing 'beautiful', I was secretly heartbroken but at the same time I found that terribly cute I nearly exploded.

I honestly hope you continue your charitable acts, if that is what royal duties entail. I hope you find happiness in your marriage. I am proud that you've picked Kate, rather than a member of an aristocrat as it proves the genuinity of your love.She is beautiful, poise and regal as ever yesterday. Despite your sign of baldness, I still think you're a really pretty man. I think every young women wished to be Kate Middleton yesterday...and the depiction of a fairy tale wedding both fascinated and angered me (you know, the whole upholding the status quo, class and false hope thing...). Overall, I am a rarely confused person, and I know you won't be reading this, so I was just ranting.

But yeah...

With affection,
-HRH The Princess Confusion of Dorkland