Larry Yap
OVERTHINKING
Never overthink, never over-translate,
the moves, the nudges and the touch of ones hand.
Never think too much about the time you spent,
or time will be badly spent.
We love to think of the "not-so-obvious", the little, the subtle,
And then belittle how we throw our time out of the window.
And the thoughts that haunt us like midnight ghost stories,
scary, yet we never said sorry to ourselves for not sleeping early.
We call it love all the time, when it could've been obsession,
like an addiction - to candy, sweet, but so deadly.
It kills, you know? To be a guest of a paranoid mind,
to have thoughts so detailed and still say "nah, it's fine!"
Yes, it is good to dream, just don't fantasize.
"Imagination kills more than you think."
EXECUTIONER'S CALL
Hollow soul, flesh and bone,
Make your way to the white tombstone.
Follow me, to the tree,
Leave your soul for man to weep.
Don't you stop, don't you fret,
Death waits not your sins to bear.
Don't you hope, don't you pray,
Mercy won't save you this day.
Hollow soul, flesh and bone,
Your head for every sin you sow.
God on high, judge this soul,
Show him mercy where we don't.
Larry Yap is a lover of words and short rhymes, but with beautiful descriptions. If there's a gift he can give to anyone, it would be Words. Apart from the love of writing, Larry is also a probation real estate agent based in Puchong, Selangor.
In the poet's own words with regards to 'Overthinking' and 'Executioner's Call': (1) As a person of many thoughts when it comes to love, I realized that I think too much. This serves as a reminder to me, and to readers, that one must not dive too deeply in the romance you are in or you might get entangled in your own thoughts. (2) I remember watching films with lynching and beheading, and some prisoners that are deemed unfit to live. This poem is written in the perception of an executioner who prays for the soul of each criminal he hanged.
Never overthink, never over-translate,
the moves, the nudges and the touch of ones hand.
Never think too much about the time you spent,
or time will be badly spent.
We love to think of the "not-so-obvious", the little, the subtle,
And then belittle how we throw our time out of the window.
And the thoughts that haunt us like midnight ghost stories,
scary, yet we never said sorry to ourselves for not sleeping early.
We call it love all the time, when it could've been obsession,
like an addiction - to candy, sweet, but so deadly.
It kills, you know? To be a guest of a paranoid mind,
to have thoughts so detailed and still say "nah, it's fine!"
Yes, it is good to dream, just don't fantasize.
"Imagination kills more than you think."
EXECUTIONER'S CALL
Hollow soul, flesh and bone,
Make your way to the white tombstone.
Follow me, to the tree,
Leave your soul for man to weep.
Don't you stop, don't you fret,
Death waits not your sins to bear.
Don't you hope, don't you pray,
Mercy won't save you this day.
Hollow soul, flesh and bone,
Your head for every sin you sow.
God on high, judge this soul,
Show him mercy where we don't.
Larry Yap is a lover of words and short rhymes, but with beautiful descriptions. If there's a gift he can give to anyone, it would be Words. Apart from the love of writing, Larry is also a probation real estate agent based in Puchong, Selangor.
In the poet's own words with regards to 'Overthinking' and 'Executioner's Call': (1) As a person of many thoughts when it comes to love, I realized that I think too much. This serves as a reminder to me, and to readers, that one must not dive too deeply in the romance you are in or you might get entangled in your own thoughts. (2) I remember watching films with lynching and beheading, and some prisoners that are deemed unfit to live. This poem is written in the perception of an executioner who prays for the soul of each criminal he hanged.