The falter of her step
Will trigger a
There still is
The sound of gravel hitting stone
Brick upon brick;
Beautiful noise, too.
She'll cause the world to
Stop and stare
Swirling in a typhoon
Never wanting to be still again
For i have never felt so alive
So captivated by this natural force
A powerful pull
A true love
I AM the divine centre of this typhoon
Consumed by its very existence
Wanting to forever dance along with him
To be entwined with him
This typhoon of love i call --
10:38am Wednesday, 20th May, 2015.
typhoon here with
up it's eye
a monster sky
oh what a world
oh what a mess
she said we could last forever
all she wanted was my hand to hold
love can change, just like weather
turning so windy and cold
sheets of rain soak to the core
lightning strikes us in the hearts
washing away the love we swore
this typhoon has torn us apart
If you are a tree,
Bombarded by extreme winds,
In the amidst of a typhoon,
I'll sacrifice to be your roots,
To diminish your agony,
OH, I cannot manage seeing you suffer!
In carrying on in a big tragedy,
With utmost throe alone ,
Let me be torn and broken into fragments,
And be cut in combating and holding for you,
That's how much I love and care,
I wish you only knew...
© Can You Hear Me
Another typhoon attacks the same nation
Nothing but a major calamity
Hearts are suffering endlessly
A sad situation for all to see
People are grieving everywhere
The scenery is dark and dreary
What a major catastrophe
The country is in a state of uncertainty
I am a tempest,
the most violent of
winds whipping around
without concern for any
who surround me.
I am a volcano,
the lava of my emotions
exploding up and over
to seep throughout
every nook and crevice.
I am a typhoon,
my gale force winds
showing mercy to
neither sea nor land as
I rip-roar over it all.
you are the halcyon tranquility
I've been searching for
all along, the serenity needed
to calm my frenzied turbulence
with but a stroke of your lips,
leaving me breathless and
my winds settled at long last.
How many is a few? According to an online forum, it means 2-3 .So here I go
Typhoon hits Taiwan today, so I can’t go anywhere but stay at home all day reading and watching movie (Wild Tales). I think should start reading Swann’s Way again. I was quite interested in Proust in my junior year, cause one time my ex said something I called ‘words of wisdom’ ,which echoed with Proust’s words about sleeping. Maybe they are completely unrelated, but while reading Proust I was unconsciously analyzing the reading in Proust’s way: comparing someone I know in real life with the characters in the book; or maybe I was just putting on airs by showing that I know the (far-fetched) relation between what bullshit my ex said and Proust’s words… The wind is getting stronger and stronger now and I am wondering where you are. On this lame typhoon day I’m suffocated by the boredom and humidity. I call it poetic nothingness.
Standing , neck-deep.
In this hole I've dug for myself
But more importantly,
There doesn't seem to be a point to any of this-
But, for whatever reason,
I find myself needing too...
Nourish it but—
Punish it while—
Trying to ignore it but,
Letting it find its way through paper skin.
Something that once held so much identity—
So much purpose...
Has suddenly become an overwhelming burden.
A monstrous wave of confusion
If not vaporized,
Will devastate everything I hold dear.
And still, with every intimidating consequence,
Every fear manifested before me—
A nagging, reluctant hunger remains.
A dire craving waiting patiently.
Grinning through hopeless tears.
Watching a panicked orphan wade through a typhoon—
Knowing full well its crippled victim would soon return.