Nostalgia--
Homesick and lovesick,
But neither homeless nor loveless.
Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 1:02 AM UTC
Love has some wonderful properties.
It makes you something you're not. It makes you sane and insane. It makes you humane and inhumane. It makes you sighted and blind. It makes you overly rational or illogical. It makes you somewhat childish when nothing matters. It makes you extra jealous when there's nothing.
It makes you do things you don't do. It makes you prosecute and judge your defendant, or it makes you defend your lover. Perhaps the other way around. It makes you commit ****** It makes you commit suicide. It offers you identity crisis to a certain extent, but also enough motivation, will, and power to **** just a little, somehow.
Who am I? Who am I, now? Who was I? And, who are you? Whose side are you on?
On that note, all it would take is but a feeble breeze to knock me off the edge so that I fall into endless tar. I shall sink, effortlessly, whether voluntarily or involuntarily, as the thick, obscure liquid engulfs and swallows my entire being, slowly and gently, until I'm out of breath, and perfectly erased from this world without a trace of ever having lived.
Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 3:55 AM UTC
I was happy
Before she intruded.
She was probably happy
Before I intruded.
I hoped
They wouldn't commit ******
She probably hopes
We wouldn't commit to a relationship.
I wished
To separate them.
She probably wishes
To separate us.
I wanted her
Out of the picture.
She probably wants me
Out of the picture.
Then, would all
Return to normal
If she left?
No, all would probably
Return to normal
If I left.
Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 2:35 AM UTC
Conversation.
That's how it starts,
Doesn't it, a relationship,
And that's why it ends,
When there is none.
Mar 9, 2017
Mar 9, 2017 at 1:45 PM UTC
I'm letting the past rest in peace.
I won't try to repair it anymore.
That which has been broken
Can never be perfectly flawless
Ever again anyway.
He was simply a visitor who
Came through the door of my life,
Peeked into the room of my heart,
And then abandoned both.
A part of me only hopes that,
Although now complete strangers,
He will remember the shelter
He once considered home.
Mar 9, 2017
Mar 9, 2017 at 1:33 PM UTC
On New Year’s Eve, 2015,
I cheerily wrote you,
From the other side of the world:
“’Tomorrow is –
The first blank page
Of a 365-page book.’
Let’s make it meaningful!”
On New Year’s Eve, 2016,
I wholeheartedly write you,
From the same state:
“Thank you for joining –
The same cast,
In the same reality,
On the same paper;
Thank you for living –
The same words,
On the same page,
In the same chapter;
Thank you for wanting –
The same things,
With the same pace,
In the same manner;
Thank you for sharing –
The same story,
With the same close,
In the same series.”
Jan 1, 2017
Jan 1, 2017 at 3:52 AM UTC
The river flows one way;
Once you're across the Styx,
You cannot turn around.
Up ahead, death awaits.
Behind, life aggrieves.
Yet, all but one choice exists.
Despite the past, move forward,
However dark the path is.
Leave what was to what will be.
Oct 16, 2016
Oct 16, 2016 at 12:22 AM UTC
From Hong Kong
To New Jersey,
What used to be
Different time,
Different space,
Same world,
Has now become
Montreal
To New Jersey--
Same time,
Same space,
Different world.
Oct 16, 2016
Oct 16, 2016 at 12:01 AM UTC
He was never my classmate,
Neither was he my schoolmate,
As we have met on OkCupid,
Which is where we got suited.
He soon became my tablemate,
Then got promoted to bedmate,
Ranging from late-night nosh
To some naughty oh-my-gosh.
He was my almost-roommate,
Now, a hopeful housemate,
Since he would visit me daily
And keep me company gaily.
He was frequently my seatmate,
As well as invaluable playmate,
For we traveled places together
And cloyingly wrestled each other.
He has always been my helpmate,
And is presently my best teammate,
As he has cheered me up from afar,
As we chat as if there is no au revoir.
He will one day become my inmate,
Plus my hard-working workmate,
Since we will both have mini-me’s
Forcing us to slog away on our knees.
He is undoubtedly my soulmate,
One who is to become my lifemate,
For he is a romantic yet **** geek,
A keeper with charms all too unique.
Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 10:00 AM UTC
As a romantic, out of the blue,
Dear Lover, I simply wanted to say…
The history behind each of my words does not define,
The formation of my sentences does not refine –
The number of poems I write does not demonstrate,
The amount of text I compose does not illustrate –
The extent of my love for you,
Which extends well beyond the Milky Way.
Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 9:00 AM UTC