Mirror, Mirror

Mirror, Mirror, on the wall
Let's start from the very top top

The tinted hair
You see
Is just to cover
and
to conceal
The truth behind it all
Alas, color fades

Staring at the grays
I gasped!
I must do something fast!
God forbid!
The world should see
What lies hidden
beneath..
These fake bright hues
What shame it would be
to exhibit
My true true colors

Oh,
My eyes are okay
They didn't shrivel much
Except
Those youthful sparkle
never quite returned
Just
don't look people
in the eye
They would never catch on

This nose
Instinctive
Intimidating
Let's not talk about it

Moving on..

The
sagging cheeks
The droopy rims of my mouth
Yes
They are a dead giveaway
The lack of smiles
Ah
Where can you hide
Those pain
Those tears

And
Of course
not to leave out
This double chin

From looking down
Too much
Too often
Perhaps?

To pen down
my thoughts
Into some
measly verses
All in the hopes
Of turning
my wounds
Into wisdom
Perhaps?

The Tick

Some arguments starts
Same old insinuations
Same old scorns
Sometimes I wonder
About these thorns
Are they here to teach
And preach
Or are they here
Just for show
Some thorns prick
And tick
Some thorns
Bleed you dry
I wonder why
Prone to meanness
Some do think
They are blameless
So
Tell me please
What makes a man
Tell me!
Tell whatever you can
I won't chide
I won't scold
Just tell me bold
What what what?
What?
Makes a man!
What, Man?

If Marilyn's Lipstick Could Talk

I put on my red red lipstick
I wear my happy happy smiles
Would you know?
My tears aren't far behind.

Blissful and sedated
I am
Drenched in opiate
I am

Envy me
I lived before I died
Pity me
I died before I died

Fie..
An artist's life
Reaching the brim
Fie..
This mad pursuit
Fie..
This fame
This glory

Living in the limelight
All rosy
All bright
What happy
What sad

I died before my time
Living men
Like deadmen walking
Are..
all dead inside

Nah..
I'm not sorry

(But..    her red red lipstick begs to differ.)

A Teenager's Freedom

Freedom is just a word,
A thing which is only heard.
When Freedom is everything,
Ah, then I’ll have wings.
But don’t you know it’s far?
Don’t you know there’re bars?

Freedom comes only to those,
Who wholeheartedly propose.
And it stays so short,
All I could do is snort.
So why fancy this rot?
When it reaches not!!!

-Thanyarat Komolsingsakul

(composed some time in 1981, after graduating from high school)

Lingering Ghost

Alas! This lingering Ghost,
Thou canst not so boast!
In thine own self
Truly are thee engrossed,
Neglecting our hearts
Slighting our Innermost.

Through clime and years
Lives lived in fears.
Through storms and calms,
We found our balms.

Ever relenting…
Ever consenting…
And ever condescending...
Yet forever and ever...
...tormenting.

-Thanyarat Komolsingsakul

Broken Bridge

Deep into my heart...
With thorns your pierced...
Regards for my feelings...
Have you none...
Throwing stones and hurling insults...
Is now your pleasure...
Broken forever...
Is our bridge...

Hope Lies...

They say hope is good….
Kind of like food…
I say fools are those…
Who ever had a dose…

They say hope is bright…
Kind of like light…
I say naïve are you…
Who believed to be true…

They say hope is life…
Kind of like a wife…
I say what a lie…
All you feel is fie…

They say hope is rainbow…
Kind of like snow…
I say you should know…
It can never be so…

They say hope is kind…
The best you can find…
I say balls to you…
Who believed it to be true…

Treacherous Hope

Oh, ye treacherous hope...
Grant us not with stances to mope...
Oh, ye monstrous hope...
Lie us not of thine unduly love...
Oh, ye cautious hope...
Guard us not from joyful grope...
Oh, ye deceitful hope...
Play us not with tempting lope...
Oh, ye, oh, ye merciful Hope...
Pray leave us with blessings...
From Above...

Deserted

You came into my life
And you touched my heart
You bring back my smiles
And you make me laugh
In my silence you see my pain
And you make it all end
You are my solace...my mirth
In the arms of the angel I lie
And now you left me lonely.

Days Like This

Days like this is what keeps you going...
Days like this is what makes life flowing...
Days like this we will ever reminisce...
Days like this we will always miss...
Days like this creates hope...
Days like this proves...LOVE..
Can really endure...
The test of TIME..
(to quote an old adage).

My Prized Possession

Friends, I have no words...
Friends, I can only love...
Friends, you are always there...
Friends, you do really care...
Friends, we always have fun...
Friends, we are never done...
Friends, I have such treasures...
Friends, I know nothing measures...
Friends, you are lovable...
Friends, you are irreplaceable...
Friends, we will ever cherish...
Friends, we will never perish...
Friends....
Never again will we...
Be asunder..

An Afterthought

Life can be hard
When you take things to heart

Life can be mundane
And it may feel like rain

Never lose hope
For you never will mope

Have faith that things will change
For laughter you will see again

Cliche or not...nothing ever lasts.
Cliche no doubt...change is eternal.