Category: 08th

A Walk by the Koi Pond

I walk in the
Long green grass
In the meadow
By the stream
Next to
The Koi Pond.

I walk by
The skinny stream
Glistening in the sunlight
Listening to
the trickle of the water
And the twitter of birds
Coming from
The Koi Pond.

I feel the wind
Tussle my hair
And push me with excitement
Walking me into
The path of
The Koi Pond.

I sit down on
The smooth stone rocks
That dangle off an edge
That overlooks
the waters of
The Koi Pond.

I watch the Koi fish
With magnificent colors like
orange, black,
Yellow, white,
and red
Glide gracefully
Through the water
And leave smooth ripples in the water
That makes my mind wander
As I get lost in the presence
Of The Koi Pond.

Evelyn

Every day
Every night
I fall
Further and further

Falling
Falling
Falling

For her.
Her smile,
Face,
Energy,
Everything.

I stay up.
Later every night.
Thinking of her.
Every feature.
Writing her letters,
Poems.
Crying over thoughts.
Whether we’ll become more
Or stay as we are.
Wondering.
All night.
Hoping for more,
Hoping to be the one.
The one for her.
The one that makes her smile.
Her first thought,
Her love.

I finally have enough courage,
To tell her.
I probably mean nothing to her.
Nothing more than a friend.
Not how I see her.
It’s okay.
Even if she’s into girls,
She’s not into me.
Never.
I thought I had a chance.
Maybe.
Maybe not.
Maybe I thought wrong.
It’s always maybe.
I tell her how I feel.
I ask if we can be more.
Maybe she says.
It’s always maybe.
But it’s better.
Better than no.
I move on,
Once again.
Hoping again,
To find someone.
Someone who will love me,
And
I love back
Like I do,
For Evelyn.

Texas sun

So hot, make me sweat
The hot sun in my face make me wet
Looking at the kids playing makes me jumpy in some kind of way
But oh my isn’t it time to start the day
Eating bread with avocado,
Taste like eating some Tomato
Ahh how I wish it snow
But look nothing but dust that glows

Mom cooking in the kitchen can be sense across my neighborhood,
Looking around its a pity that no one is outside
My bones boiling in the inside
by just walking a few meter in the hood
but my brain tell me that I’ve been for a year in the desert
Texas sun smiling at me,
but instead I think it’s laughing at me

Going back home is even the hardest job
Because I walk like a slob
Opening the door i can feel the air conditioning welcoming me
Entering home I came across a tiny bity bee
I hate to say this little guy but the conditioner is mine only

Never Face to Face

When you look into my eyes, you don’t see me. You see my clothes, my skin and my hair. Why does it matter what I wear? You may not know this about me but the inside is pretty but you can’t see that because you’re so caught up on how I look when my name is unknown to you. You already gathered your own perception out of ignorance, hate, and aggression before you have even given me a chance to make a valid impression and you’re missing out on who I am!

I AM BLACK. I AM STRONG. I AM INTELLIGENT. I AM FEARLESS. .. I AM ME!!!!

Yellow Paint

scraping away all of the paint
not stopping until it looks faint
useless scribbles going through my head
so many thoughts going unsaid

painting another layer with another shade

hoping people dont notice and let the mistakes fade
hoping they dont read further onto the meaning
but the signs are so obvious who am i kidding

a tortured mind they might call it
swallowing up the yellow paint to the mask happiness, hoping i fit

black and white to fill my life, still dont know what im aiming for

three nights without proper meals
i’ve become numb, dont know what life truly feels
sanity, i cant keep up for so long, but all i can say is sorry
but i just think i cant reach the day where i’ll see books with my story

painting without a reason
maybe right now’s just not my season
dont really have traces to leave
whats the point? dont got anything to do except to grieve

perfection, such beautiful lies
mind just filled with idiocies
secrets fill my gaze

how i wish i can just get out of this phase

how i hope for an escape
too much plans i’d have to scrape
four days without the voice i loved hearing
whats the point really? ive done nothing but crying

a window to my own mind
whats there to see, theres really nothing to find
but i’d be happy for a sense of being around you
but i guess i’ve lost that too

safe and home were words i always associated with you
then again, ive lost too much, whats there to paint except blue

a castle made out of sand
falling apart, no one to give me a hand

but time will end and i’ll forget our written chapter
knowing i can progress further
consume the blue pill while i forget it all

i guess i could say it’s my fault too

things are turning out bad, and i couldnt get through
you were turning grey and things werent turning out good for me
guess the better move was to let me be

im painting different colors, i dont think i can be true
thinking about ways to get through
going through the days without your voice

but there really was no going back, no more choices

though i had my wrongs, i’ve grown to understand
maybe things cant just go as planned
maybe i didnt have time to think this through
no more paint thats shaded blue

Rise

Rise
One appointment.
She was one appointment away from pushing her passion to astonishing levels.
One dancer.
One dream.
One diagnosis.
One heart broken.

They started with a surgery,
Closely followed by crutches and P.T.
But the thing that broke her,
Pushed her into mind-numbing despair,
Were the words.
Condemning her,
Taunting her.
“You can’t dance.”
“Can’t run.”
“Can’t jump.”
Small words but they were enough to send her world spinning,
Spinning like her once flawless pirouettes.
Another surgery.
Another crippling blow to her body and heart.
Despair choked her,
Strangled her like an anaconda.
But we are all made of stardust,
And our souls are forged in steel.
We are strong enough to be resilient.
Strong enough to be pushed down and stand back up.
Strong enough to survive.
Because we are not victims,
And one challenge is not the end.
With one dream broken, another is formed.
A new light seeping into her splintered heart,
Filling the cracks with a new goal, a new promise:
To rise.
Rise from the pain and the words,
The one that almost broke her.
Rise from her final curtsy at curtain’s call.
Rise when they tell her she can’t
But every bone in her body knows that she can.
When they treat her as weaker,
But the truth is, she has never felt stronger.
So she does all she can do:
She rises.