You break me in all the places I thought were empty

Emily,

darling, please look at me-

this is not the ending. This could be the anthem you sing to yourself,

when you're slipping away,

into sleep,

when the lights are so low.

falling to pieces

breaking apart
at the thought of the shadows that come to you,
the words she cannot hear that you scream at in your sleep,
at all the things she wishes she could undo,
but can't.

Her voice is cold and warm against the nape of my neck, her words snaking themselves around me,
"One day, when you're beautiful"

Reach

Be patient with me,
Because I can be so very trying when I am in need. I ask questions to which I have heard the answers to, but want to hear, in your voice, over and over and over again.
Soften the blows of my day with the warmth of your laughter, the light in your eyes...
Sometimes I come home so cold and so empty that it feels like I cannot give anymore. You make me want to though, all the time. You make me save some of myself for you.
Hold me.
And when you can't, you can wrap me up in words because I will believe them.
I am a child like that-
Hanging on to every last whisper of a promise that you might have for me,
In the spaces between your I Love Yous, I Miss Yous.

Bear with me?
Because sometimes the words are too heavy on my tongue and I am too afraid to tell you all the things I want and miss and need.
And I don't want to ask so much of you and so...
Sometimes,
I just won't.
Instead, asking questions to which I have heard the answers to, but want to hear,
in your voice,
over and over and over again.

Tell me

What all the spaces between your words mean

Hopelessly taken

My skin has memorized the feel of your fingertips, and the brush of your lips against my collarbone.

Women of Asia

Soooo...

I'll be honest. I've spent the last few years doing way more directing in theatre than I have acting. And yes, sure, I've kept my wheels oiled with tv and film, but there's nothing like coming back to theatre. 

Nothing like it. 

For me, here is where everything falls into place. 

Now..

 I don't know if it'll be your cup of tea but Women Of Asia opens at the LaSalle Flexi Space tomorrow!

Directed by international playwright and director, Asa Gim Palomera, this 90minute show is a collection of stories about Asian women- some are of those in power, those who are bound to tradition, those who are sold into slavery...

I feel it brings to light a lot of issues/themes that are rarely talked about or are considered taboo. 

Women of Asia has been staged in other places that include New York, Edinburgh, Melbourne and Bangkok.

Come for a collection of stories that will make you laugh at some bits and cry at others. 

Our shows run Thursday - Saturday for two weekends. 

Evening shows are at 8pm,

Matinee shows (Saturday) are at 3pm. 

Tickets are available on

Www.Ticketmash.sg

Hope to see you there!(:

 

Where I am, waiting.

"I am standing upon that foreshore.
A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength and I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white clouds just where the sea and sky come down to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says, "There! She's gone!"
"Gone where?"
"Gone from my sight, that's all". She is just as large in mast and spar and hull as ever she was when she left my side; just as able to bear her load of living freight to the place of her destination. Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at that moment when someone at my side says, "There! She's gone!" there are other eyes watching her coming and other voices ready to take up the glad shout, "Here she comes!"
And that is dying."

Cœur de Pirate

You know what?
I give up. I just.. I give up.

Because anytime I feel a little bit like this, a tiny bit...off, even the slightest bit.
every time that I do-
Something just clicks back into place and makes me go,
Well sod it all, I'm really quite in love with this girl hey.

The conversationalist

Talk to me?
Talk to me like you want to hear what I have to say, like you're just as interested in all the words I'm not saying as much as the words I am.
Tell me what you think-
We don't have to have the same opinions, we don't even have to speak the same tongue...
But maybe we can engage in a conversation where parts of my body will understand the message you mean to convey and parts of your body will understand me.

Talk with me.
In all the ways we both know how;
with and without words,
With or without sound.
For there are spaces inside of me, empty and hollow and dead- waiting to resonate with a little bit more than this absence.

Being kept up by questions

I don't have the answers to

____________________________

Just within reach

But a little bit out of touch

____________________________

"What did you feel when you walked into the water?"

"The cool relieved the tiredness in my legs-"

"Emotions, I mean."

"Emotions! You doctors are so preoccupied with emotions. 

I had no emotions to emote."

-Women of Asia; Japanese housewife in San Francisco. An excerpt. 

A question:

I love seeing you happy and wouldn't want any less for you-
But is it selfish to want to be what makes you happy?


Will you tell me how I can?
But then, that's question number two though isn't it?

Falling asleep to I Love Yous

It's a day of breaking,
Of feeling like the wind is eating
Away at your bones
While stones
Run the course of your throat

You're chipping at corners,
While I'm wondering if lovers
Who're feeling alone
Come home
In time to say goodnight

We're cutting our teeth in
The ships that are sinking
And the boats we've turned around
Now that we've found-

Safety
You tuck my name so safely
In your mouth
Yet I am bouts
Of uncertainty and weariness

And somedays,
Somedays are days of breaking
Like the wind is gnawing
At your bones.
But I'll find my way back-

home
To letters on my skin
Your letters,
on my skin.

Drawing from an empty well

For someone who's (I think, at least) always had a healthy mix of optimism and being realistic when taking on great(er) endeavors,
I have never before felt so...
I don't even know what this is for crying out loud!

And it's harder when you say "I give up" but you know you can't wash your hands off it.
That some part of you won't.

Weak

Pick me, choose me

Love me. 

-------

When there are others who seem to make up just what you need.