“Be Home Before Dark”
Cycling back from school, he feels the wind in his hair
The cold wind is nipping at his face, and freedom is in the air
With his bike he is unchained, and the entire world he could roam
There’s no reason he couldn’t keep going, and never return home.
The thought romantically feels tempting,
As he passes the homeless people in the park…
But this time he’ll keep his promise,
And be home before dark.
I recently did a fun interview with Make It Magazine; they’re a cool magazine made for and by the Malaysian maker community, and I was honoured to be a part of their new issue.
Hope I don’t sound too lame in the interview, and please check out the rest of the magazine! It’s perfect for any creatives or lovers-of-creativity all over the world.
HAVE A GREAT WEEKEND UNLESS YOU DIE SORRY.
<3 David Michael Chandler <3
“Floating Upon The Pharma Sea”, a Haiku
On a sea of pills
Flowing through her tangled veins
So she stays afloat.
“The Prayer to the Aliens”
O’ my dear, sweet Aliens, I pray to thee to take me away
Beam me up to your ship and we’ll have a space holiday.
While I might be a human girl, I can learn Alien stuff fast
And we can make me being an Earthling, a thing of the past.
To sweeten the deal, you can take my parents to dissect
They got all sorts of tissue, and lotsa’ organs to inspect.
Maybe evaporate my big sister, or my little brother, the pest
And I’ll brag that I got go to with you, cuz you like me best.
We’ll be the greatest of friends, having adventures in space
Criss-crossing the universe with big smiles on our face
Solving galactic mysteries, finding new planets to explore
I’ll never have a reason to be sad anymore.
And even when they all tell me that you’re really not out there…
That you don’t hear my prayers, and if ya did you don’t care…
I’ll always believe in you truly, with all my 8 year old heart
And after you finally rescue me, our lives together can start.
“The Door That Won’t Stay Closed”
Young Jake wakes up, as he hears his closet door creek
It’s opened once more, and what’s inside is taking a peek.
He rushes to shut it, but he knows it won’t hold for good,
It will always try to come out, as it has since childhood.
He’s boarded it up tight, but it wiggles a way through
He’s hidden it out of sight, but still eternally it grew.
It won’t starve to death, no matter how much it’s ignored
It patiently sits back, waiting for a chance to be adored.
And when that day comes, it’ll enjoy the long-awaited limelight
Relishing that its existence will make them all sick at its sight.
Everyone who thought that they knew him, will realize they don’t.
He’ll hope things will stay the same, but he knows that it won’t.
It will rot slowly in the daylight, ripening as it stews in the open air
Its stench permanently soaked in the nostrils, of anyone who might care.
But for now all he can do, is repeatedly keep the door closed.
Knowing that it’s just a matter of time, till it’s all exposed.
He locks the door again, muffling its cringe inducing sound
And tries not to think of what’ll happen, when it is eventually found.
“Books, Books, Everywhere”
She finds herself surrounded by books, as far as the eye can see
An ocean of literature, filled with possibility.
Finishing a book can be sad, but a new one is right there
Distracting from life’s problems, giving her a reason to care.
Reality can be pushed away, with the pages filled with text
As she absorbs the written word, trying to guess what’s next.
She’s not sure if she can read them all before the day she’ll die,
But she’s sure at the very least, that she’ll absolutely try.
(Starring the lovely Chynna!)