Vision+Voice

The thought always looms in the air
Because I always search for food.
It ceases to leave my body.

Deciding whether to
Eat sweets or more savory items.
Food fuels my desires

Good food, my mom’s food
Has a special place in my heart.
I can never remember when I first ate it,
Just that it has always been good

The aroma that lingers in the kitchen,
It welcomes me when I walk in.
Whether it’s boiling away on top of the stove,
Or roasting inside of the oven.

No cookbooks lay on the counter.
Only a small folder of lined paper
Filled with lines of tiny script
And stains that have stood the test of time.

Knowing that it came from my grandma,
Leaves me in tears, because of the
Memories.
Never fading,
Arching over my head,
Providing me with a mixture of emotions.

In small-town diners,
With their home-style food,
I feel the presence
Of happiness.

Quite often, I find my self
Remembering her banana pudding, the taste
Still lingers in my mouth.

Wanting more, I order
The expensive dessert
Hoping for one last taste

But the things I eat now
Underwhelm me, to the point of me
Leaving the bowl untouched

The artificial flavor radiates off the bowl
And into my face.
It floats around and traps me
While I remember how good things used to be

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.