Bloody noses in bathroom stalls Barefoot running frantically under street lights Best friends becoming lovers Boyfriends becoming worst nightmares Belonging to something but not somebody Barely lit and claustrophobic Bodies in a smoke filled room Breathing in but not exhaling Back row of the auditorium Bad
My dreams have become waterlogged: floods And unstable bridges, broken levies and Water leaking into our house From the crack beneath the screen door. I see you from the streetcar window,
As the flood climbs the sides of our City's monuments; its storm-darkened cathedral. At the far side of the bridge, in your rain jacket And arrows of wet hair, against the swollen sky, You stand holding a sign to your chest.
Your eyes like lost pebbles in a stream bed. I walk to you over the rails, the deluge raging Under my feet, purple storm clouds tinged With sick yellows raging overhead. The sign says the end.
I was wrong about the rain Robins are calling for it Fragrance of honeysuckle and pine Have joined the ozone-- Priest in swirling raiments Dangling sensor on a chain Waving it in air before the altar
Clink clink clink
Releasing smoke that bends the mind Before the monstrance of the sun With storm surrounding Clouds sift through the rays and rain Bowing thrice--
Clink clink clink
He waves it in the air before the altar Releasing smoke Into the high and holy Inchoate murmurs Follow Incense hands Down Into the nave
I used to be afraid to inhale But I've been to hell and back I still don't think I've sinned enough But I understand, now, why people smoke their lungs black.
Everyone's got their poison, And we each have to choose Based on what has shaped us Whether it's sex, cigarettes, drugs, or booze.
It's not up to me to judge you We're all just doing our best to get by At the end of the day, whatever the vice We're all just wandering through life high.
high.
Author: Brittani
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Date: 03/04/2020
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Erotisplasmia and other high hopes
Heart beats flicker in and out of time at the mention of your name and modify the energy equation to leap mountains in your presence The peace and clam tangled with a rushing river of emotions Defying the well accustomed laws of time nature and space
I glow You beam The closer we get the more harmonized our rhythms of life One beats in the others silence
Eyes locked in some strange ethereal fequence transmit confessions that won't dare slip from trembling lips Suspended in space and time the moment seeps into forever endless revolutions of highs and lows all this missing and longing translated into a mass relief
Shedding our skins melding into one beautiful energy crested by a haloed aura a molten wave of dexterity with delicate flourishes and playful and graceful splashes of color mass and light moving through moods and finally settling to coalesce in the tranquil of home
Suddenly ripped apart by those who insist on living in the finite realms of life
You were once again so beautiful, and once again feel emptier than the last time the void took over At least If we can't have now We will always have forever
8 Singaporean designers who are also flying the flag high overseas
Andrew Gn
Probably the most prolific Singaporean designer, Gn graduated from the renowned Saint Martins School of Art and Design in London and the Domus Academy in Milan before joining Emanuel Ungaro in 1992. He launched his namesake label in 1996, establishing a fan base among the Parisian high society and A-list celebrities such as Jessica de Rothschild and Sarah Jessica Parker for his luxurious fabrics and exquisite embellishments. Gn was awarded the President's Design Award in 2007 and is stocked in all the major continents, with his atelier based in the Le Marais district in Paris.
Ashley Isham
The other Singaporean high fashion designer to hit big time in the international circuit, Isham established his namesake label in London in 2000, and is a show fixture at London Fashion Week. The label is known for its sharp, contemporary tailoring and high-octane glamour, and is a hit among film, TV and music stars as well as British royalty.
Aijek
Self-taught designer Danelle Woo creates easy-breezy, ultra-feminine pieces in sustainable fabrics. Aijek is stocked at multi-label boutiques in China, Hong Kong, Malaysia, Indonesia, Latin America, the Middle East and the United States.
Depression
The neo-Gothic ready-to-wear label's stark, minimalist designs are stocked in Hong Kong, Belgium, Japan and the U. S. , and counts celebrities like Adam Lambert and The Black-Eyed Peas as fans.
Sabrina Goh
The feted Singaporean designer stocks her easy-to-wear pieces from her namesake label at multi-label boutiques in the United States, the Fred Segal store in Japan and a London-based online store Not Just A Label.
Max Tan
The avant-garde label features experimental silhouettes and a contemporary artistic flair, and is stocked in Europe, the Middle East, San Francisco and Taiwan.
Benjamin Barker
This stylish menswear brand founded by designer Nelson Yap in 2009 now has two stores in Melbourne and offers custom tailoring as well. It also offers shipping to Australia and New Zealand via its website BenjaminBarker. co. .
In Good Company
The well-loved minimalist label with unusual silhouettes fronted by designers Sven Tan and Kane Tan is stocked in Hong Kong at Kapok, at various departmental stores in Jakarta, Indonesia, including Sogo, Seibu and Galleries Lafayette Jakarta and in New York's Saks Fifth Avenue. Read more at: http: //www. marieaustralia. com/formal-dresses-sydney | www. marieaustralia. com/formal-dresses-brisbane
It is all over. We are no longer kids but we still are and we are begging for someone to understand that, or at least to pretend they do. High school is done and so is my bottle of anxiety pills so that must mean something, it has given so much to me and also taken away so much from me I think we're even. High school was hard. I had problems, everyone did. But I guess that at the end what we're all going to remember the most is the amount of hours we couldn't get to sleep before finals. In high school I learnt that it does not matter if you are suffocating and you want someone to notice and help you and be your saviour, it only matters if you want it to matter. I also learnt not everyone is worth looking at, with eyes that could have spared looking or glancing at books I already returned to the book bank and I will never see again. High school is not about how many times you go to parties or you get asked out because, if you have a different perspective of it all, the movie dates do not drive you to graduation and the smiles for the pictures you take in parties are not the same smiles in the pictures at your graduation day.
I have not cried one day yet over my already done childhood and half-way done teenager-hood, because I already cried enough with a few things I'm quite ashamed to write about now. Perhaps the day it all sinks in and I see my friends not here with me but there with somebody else I'll cry. Or maybe not, or maybe a lot, or maybe my eyes could fill the rivers I didn't cried in all this period were people cried like maniacs while seeing pictures of them with weird haircuts and faces full of acne.
To sum this up, high school was crap. But we all love crap.
