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.

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

You paint
my soul
all the colours
of the rainbow

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)

My life feels like an empty coffee cup

The buzz has past and only the specs

That will be washed away remain

My eyes stare vacantly as I turn

Page on, page on, page




My mind wandering away from the dictionary definition of the words on the page

Searching for an answer

Some motivation, a surge of energy

Just one urge to move




My sheets are not just where I sleep

They are where I suffer

A place where dreams come true

But nightmares too









Are people running to go someplace?

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

C'était au beau milieu de notre tragédie
Et pendant un long jour assise à son miroir
Elle peignait ses cheveux d'or Je croyais voir
Ses patientes mains calmer un incendie
C'était au beau milieu de notre tragédie

Et pendant un long jour assise à son miroir
Elle peignait ses cheveux d'or et j'aurais dit
C'était au beau milieu de notre tragédie
Qu'elle jouait un air de harpe sans y croire
Pendant tout ce long jour assise à son miroir

Elle peignait ses cheveux d'or et j'aurais dit
Qu'elle martyrisait à plaisir sa mémoire
Pendant tout ce long jour assise à son miroir
À ranimer les fleurs sans fin de l'incendie
Sans dire ce qu'une autre à sa place aurait dit

Elle martyrisait à plaisir sa mémoire
C'était au beau milieu de notre tragédie
Le monde ressemblait à ce miroir maudit
Le peigne partageait les feux de cette moire
Et ces feux éclairaient des coins de ma mémoire

C'était un beau milieu de notre tragédie
Comme dans la semaine est assis le jeudi

Et pendant un long jour assise à sa mémoire
Elle voyait au **** mourir dans son miroir

Un à un les acteurs de notre tragédie
Et qui sont les meilleurs de ce monde maudit

Et vous savez leurs noms sans que je les aie dits
Et ce que signifient les flammes des longs soirs

Et ses cheveux dorés quand elle vient s'asseoir
Et peigner sans rien dire un reflet d'incendie.

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

Stay away from me.

She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."

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.

To the observer
On the surface all is calm and serene
An oasis, a river flowing down a mountainside green
Underneath in the current
What remains unseen
A creature bound in the rocks and the reeds
Writhing, screaming, contorting in pain
Inviting an end that is much more humane
These crushing boulders pin down no matter how hard the pull to escape
Desperate for oxygen, yet none to be found
A final shriek filled with water that won't make a sound

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

You crawl, you wind
You circle to find
A Strand of your life
Left behind...
...amp..

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.

There was a star
Far in the sky
Calling for a fly

I am in a very deep pit
I feel nothing will save me
You say, "it's okay,
I have a lot of rope"
I try to grab it
And wrap it aruond my neck
And you say,
"Don't,
Just grab on."

you made me feel safe
you set me free
made me fall in love with myself
and gave me courage and peace
just like love does to anyone
the only difference is that
you made me feel all of this
when you left

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.

So much love lost,

Where do I find my piece?

If no one cares,

How do we find our peace?

The Streets are empty
Only lamps shining.
Unmask the fear
One Monster is rising !!

The air was pure and easy
Now it's more filthy.
So-called ' Intelligent' Humans
Being proved to be silly !!

Cutting throats
Of Nature's True' child
We smoked the sky
And burned the future.
I doubt,
Could we  survive
Angry nature's ' reprisal'!

You.
Are.
A.
Walking.
Masterpiece.

someday
i will look at the stars
and be grateful
that you gave me
the space
to love them alone.

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.

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When did relationships
Get defined
By a read receipt?
Will we
Now
Only measure intimacy
By a tweet?

What do we have left,
Why can’t we
Go back
To laughter
In a diner seat