If I wrote my words of nowhere land
Inside they come to deep to understand
In every write and every sound
Beneath the ocean of digging down

If I wrote the signs of now
They talk away uncontrollably down
If and when to tap the letters
Spell of wizards will make you better

If I wrote the wounds above
To heal and touch the fidgeting frown
Mad or bad is one way back
What’s your mind, a wall of cracks

God gives your strength.
God gives us love to overcome.
Death, it's tough for everyone.

For a parent losing a child.
It's a rough ride of sadness and sorrow.
When knowing your child won't be around tomorrow?

For a child reflecting back through memories.
It brings tears of joy to know that you were loved.
Especially when you had some good parents?
Yes, some good ones.
Even if they weren't perfect to some?

In your eyes, they were perfect to you.
And that's all that counts.

Yes, death, it's a tough road.

To lose any siblings hurts.
Words of comfort don't ease the pain that much.
It takes time to adapt and adjust.

We all have said I wouldn't wish this on anyone.

But scriptures lay put there is a time and there is a season.
And we aware God does things for various reasons.

Honestly,
I want to spend the rest of the night,
                                        inside of you.

Perhaps it could be better
Or maybe even worse
Wherever this hungry letter  
Every gift has it’s curse
Revealing your truth in the end

i love you
like a lazy sunday morning
staying in bed
Outside the heavens pouring
taking our time
Flaming coffee in cheap cups
Funny messy hair
Two kids inside grown-ups.
Your cheap perfume
white sheets and tangled limbs
Faint sunlight beams
Scent of a memory fresh on our lips.
I adore you
every freckle under your eye
Map your form
like the constellations in the sky
Waking up smiling
In the comfort of your embrace
Slowly soaking in
The feel of your hair on my face.
Your head, resting
Feeling my increasing heart rate
I'll forever cherish
Waking up next to my soulmate.

I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)

I did research
People preferred Mtn. Dew Zero Sugar
So I tried that first and found it flat
Flat as a plate with no edges
But it left me with a fear...

What about Diet Mtn. Dew?

I went to the convenience store and stood
Poring over the label of Diet Mtn. Dew
Took a geologic age but I grabbed it
Rung it up and went back into the car
Cracked open the cap and took a sip

I now have a twelve-pack of Diet Mtn. Dew

You are the violin & I am your bow.
You are the mountains & I am your snow.
I am the song sheet & you are my tune.
I am the night sky & you are my moon
I hold you in my heart, I have you on my mind.

You were the elusive dream, I tried to ensnare.
I was the light you couldn't bear.
You were the moth to my flame.
we both got burned.
As our story fades into a memory.
Adieu my heart.
Until the next life.

If only you could see what I saw when my eyes beheld you. Imperfect yet loyal, brave and wild.

In My Mind’s Eye
The images pass by

I can let them simply fly
If my will I don’t apply

OR

With purpose that I claim
I can imagine with an aim

Create my new designs
And break from life’s confines

For mind’s pattern - freshly made
Is with matter overlaid

Use the eye within your mind
And prosperity you’ll find

Letting go doesn't mean I'll leave
Im just taking another path
And not bringing you with me

As painful as it is, I need to do so
Or else what will be left?
Both of us broken and torn-

I look at all the years gone by their substance gulfed in time. Days are in the mix with all of their tricks the weeks and months sublime. With all of the time that I've been given I'm grateful for it all, for a new chance at life with all of it's strife even when I fall. You see time is so precious the millionaires would give it all for just one drop, I'm sorry to say that time can't be paid it always has to stop. So, while we're all here stay true to what's dear and when time is over for you, I pray no regret I haven't had any yet and part of me is glad to be through.

I spend too many nights thinking
Wondering, writing, dreaming
Of someone who doesn't even think of me

i still
do not know
the poem i've been trying to write
and maybe
that's because
i haven't been
writing one at all
or maybe it's because
the poem i've been trying to write
is not ready for paper
and maybe
i'm the paper
that's not ready for it

You paint
my soul
all the colours
of the rainbow

She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."

i spend my days
pouring myself into the cups of others

only to find that
when it’s time for myself
to take a sip

all that’s left
in my cup
is the remainder of a girl
who gave too much

i want to love you
like a lazy sunday morning
staying in bed
taking our time
sipping coffee
memorising every freckle
like the constellations in the sky
white sheets
and tangled limbs
with the scent of a memory
fresh on our lips.

I traced the texture of your words
Like my heart was blind
And your voice was braille

She was a thrifted sweater and denim and jersey knit sheets
Pizza breath and red wine and toothpaste
Alabaster skin and knotted hair and freckled shoulders
A tangible dream and my favorite good morning
She agreed to let me kiss her and I agreed to let her slip my shirt over my head before she became
Blood and tears
"I trusted you" and "I’m sorry"
Midnight poems and a drunk "I need you"
I’m afraid I loved you like the way I wrote

My entire life,
I have been waiting.
For years,
Almost two decades now
I have been waiting.
Waiting,
For the better parts.
Waiting,
For the “soon”.
Waiting,
For my life to begin.
Because,
I don’t feel like I have lived.
In the nearly twenty years
I have been alive
And breathing
I do not feel
In any of those years
That I have been alive.
I don’t feel like a single breath
That I have taken
Has been real.
I feel as if
All these years
I’ve been stuck
Behind a window
Watching as my life unfolds
Before me.
I feel that
I have had
Zero control.
That I am in the backseat
Letting someone else drive.
That someone else,
Is writing on the pages
Of MY life.
But no more.
I will break that window,
I will take that wheel,
And I will write
My own pages.
My life has begun,
And now -
I’m in control.

I'm sinking farther into the sea
Air cut off, unable to breathe

But it's not all too bad
The water's warm
and the fish look nice

It's a shame I can only see this
By myself
at the end.

You.
Are.
A.
Walking.
Masterpiece.

your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you

If you could read my mind,
You’d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
You’d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
You’d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’m stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems like *******.
If you could read my mind,
You’d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
You’d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
You’d see the monsters
That consume my head;
You’d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
You’d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the face
I’ve failed to show back then,
The face I’ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
You’d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.

I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.

Death may be a mercy
This life of pain on pain

I've been to New Jersey
Rode the Taipei train

Three little birds still singing
I keep on hearing 8s

The barbarians are inside
The collapsing 'Mercan gates

            vegetarian plates