Month: January 2020

The blue beauty calls
me into her arms, so pale
…the arms of Nature.

Every time I look her face
The voices of doubt gets small

Every time I walk to her
The sound of train coming form distance
pit-a-pat
The feelings coming from my heart gets bigger

Every time I get closer to her
The sound of train gets faster, and closer
pit-a-pat, pit-a-pat,

A wise she’d stay still
As my whole world stopped
But

As if I stopped with my world
Even one finger doesn’t tick

Then she cracks my fragile world
Step By Step, she breaks the world

I don’t know Is it
the disappointment of feelings coming form the heart
Or
did I realized the feeling coming form my heart is like a
The candle shivers in sigh
Or
I’m just sad, but I can’t feel it

We were too close stay far from each other

I thought you were ready
Color the world with blue
To make your tears to fade

I would do everything to hold you again
I thought I was ready
Color the world with gray
To fill it with your shadow
To do meaningless regret

We were too far to love each other

I feel loneliness when I’m in love
I look at her until my lake in my heart drys out
I try not to fall in those stars
I just look at her
And she looks back
And she loves
Him.

The safest place I know
is existing in my own house.
Down the hall and up the carpeted stairs.
Then there’s a set of white doors.

Enter the room
but be greeted by clutter and mess.
It’s like a bird’s nest.
carefully arranged

In the center lay the sticks
that make up my nest.
Made up nicely,
the sheets tinted a pastel pink.

A rectangle cut into the wall
floods the room with a marvelous light.
A drape feathered over the sunshine,
dimming the lair.

I wrap my wings around me
and settle into the sticks and stones
that I collected over the years
of memories

Two tulips in a field amidst a strong gale,
of bugles and horns-

Shelter its petals from the breeze,
the sound of air raids-

The wind grows stronger,
the sound of thuds-

The tulips wear a crimson dress,
as he stares-

The sound of boots thudding,
thud, thud, thud-

And more thudding without looking,
the tulips are crushed-

One remaining petal still coated in red,
looks at her loss-

Millions of petals saturate the field,
the sound stops-

The stampede moves elsewhere to sing,
more tulips await-

The petals form a new field,
of pink not white-

The field will now be forever tainted,
what happened that night-

A father should not hold his son,
lifeless and gone-

But tulips are just a casualty of war,
no boundaries are drawn.

I walked
on the street.
There were
tall trees around me. The leaves
were bright green under the sunshine.

By listening to the music
from my ear phones,
I felt a moment of
peace and joy.

A kid was learning how to ride a bike
on the sidewalk.
His brother besides
Lost his patience,
And finally left him alone. He couldn’t get on the bike.

I stopped at a cross
and waiting for the traffic light to turn green.
All kinds of cars were
rushing by towards somewhere.

I looked up
at the sky.
It was light blue with a few clouds.
Today is a good day, I thought.
I stared at the sky
and witnessed a group of birds flying ahead.
Leaving the wires
They used to stand on.

The brightness of the sun
hurts my eyes, so I lowered my head.
Suddenly,
the music stopped
– it was in the period of changing to another song.

The traffic light turned green.
I started walking to
the other side.
As I walked,
I noticed that
the marks under my feet
were faded.