Tighten your brutal grip, beloved,
I crave to be your prey.
With arms locking my neck—
None may I escape.
You melt ceaselessly inside me,
Yet more greedily I do crave：
To grow weary between us，
through thousands of dull days;
Then a grave too narrow for two,
Where you are forced to stay.
Nov 9, 2025
Nov 9, 2025 at 2:39 AM UTC
Dedicated to the revered Emily Brontë
And all unyielding souls in dark days
No matter the death,no sound may turn me to ashes,
Human is a kind of being, and I’m a bloom of heather.
Alone I sleep, on a rugged hill afar,
Every spring rends here, leaving ruthless scars.
No coward soul is mine, none bind with fears,
Supple are my branches, yet roots clutched fierce.
I dare to rise high, but now I bow,
To wuthering winds that howl aloud.
When the snow conceal me, leave no star nor moon,
In long sealed slumber, I await my turn.
When larks start singing , I shall rule the ground,
No quenchless frost can subdue—this will I’ve found.
Nov 7, 2025
Nov 7, 2025 at 7:07 AM UTC
How deceitful, profoundly so—
Such falsehood’s quiet, ghostly glow.
I saw your grief, your solid gloom,
A beast that howls through shattered room.
So humbly I begged to bear your pain,
To ease its weight, with no refrain.
Such falsehood—gentle the touch,
Yet beneath it foul as much.
I would have spoken—but you knew,
What so-called love when it’s untrue.
Take my soul please, take it, please,
Draw it from dull soundless seas;
And in your moor, so bleak and wide,
leave but one place, that I may bide.
Nov 7, 2025
Nov 7, 2025 at 4:18 AM UTC
Then departure, then crying nights,
With no ceremony, nor goodbye.
Would I be forsaken, as you might,
With all those bliss turn into sighs.
Then a longing, then old fears,
A rift occurred, widen by years.
Is it for certain, or time being cruel,
Or punishment for unpaid due.
Then a knock, and then a hug,
Then the ocean breaks apart.
Those heavenly pleasure, here they are,
In this instant, I could have your heart.
Nov 6, 2025
Nov 6, 2025 at 8:28 AM UTC
Enter the winding paths untold,
Into my desolate heart's hold.
Touch the tempest within my brain,
And there a humble spark maintain.
In bleak February's embrace,
Sow thy seeds with tender grace;
Till a field of blooms doth unfold,
A blossoming acre of gold.
Nov 6, 2025
Nov 6, 2025 at 6:49 AM UTC
The ocean have forgotten its tides,
Gaslights have forgotten to shine.
Under this oppressing, suffocating air，
Even mirrors forgot how to flare.
The migratory forgot their paths; fish forgot their hunger;
Rain clouds give bracing breath, no longer.
A pencil snapped, left a mark on paper,
So did ruthless and kind reaper.
Fingers forgot to touch, lips forgot to play,
Teeth too forgot to bite, their fierceness gone astray.
In grief I turned aside, a shadowed heart concealed,
Still cannot forget—
Those loves once revealed.
Nov 6, 2025
Nov 6, 2025 at 2:36 AM UTC
My world was shivering,
I was shivering too.
”Do you have a heart?”
He asked,
Then said, “No, you don’t, or perhaps not—
It’s so far, so far, like a distant star.”
A trembling ache in my chest,
The breeze trembled too.
”Do I exist, in my being?”
I asked,
He said, “No, beloved, you have been—
fading, fading, and fading.”
Nov 5, 2025
Nov 5, 2025 at 12:39 PM UTC