You can't muster so much as half a laughter
In a room full of familiar strangers
On a Wednesday night
Like most Wednesday nights
When we're off to do our own things
On different corners
Different worlds
I cannot laugh either
Being lost in my abandoned words
Trying to write you a letter
Only to watch the ink smeared
All over my thoughts
Every Wednesday night
Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 1:23 AM UTC
I simplify things
that are hard
to remember
or
to forget
With time
they all fade; and I,
among a billion things I create,
turn into nothing
Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 3:00 PM UTC
I get it – the blues of voices blurred into a shared distance,
restless eyes upon the prize of recognition
never larger than their own.
It is not the first time I see swollen pride
but it makes me ashamed of myself
to see the mirrors of my species blinding one another.
If only could we drop it
and let us become true,
at least,
to ourselves.
Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 2:55 PM UTC
You left, because you had come.
You arrived where you belonged.
Five years ago, when we first met,
I did not know we would become the best of friends.
I did not know
I would feel like this.
In the evening we said goodbye, an unnameable feeling slowly rose in my heart.
When I got home I could not hold it in anymore - and so it burst.
That feeling which suffocated me could not be described with words.
Only with tears.
I have cried many times in my life.
Every time it has been difficult.
But ever since then, well into the next morning,
I would never again be the person I was that evening.
Dec 23, 2012
Dec 23, 2012 at 8:06 PM UTC
some lives are god's intentions gone wrong
executed way beyond kindness:
dreams taken away, dismembered, thoroughly un-remembered
&
smiles dissected to the core, where sadness lies, falling apart in broken nights
&
words scrambled with silenced anger, spoken in tone of non-lovers
&
kisses numbed by a million thoughts dying in the mind, slipping down against low sighs
&
teardrops clogged in eardrums, blowing up the misery of the moment
dark moods today?
no.
this is life, simply.
that is
all.
Dec 1, 2012
Dec 1, 2012 at 1:25 PM UTC
In a drop of a moment,
I am taken back
to the way I used to feel.
It makes no sense at all
to feel that way now.
(But why this heavy sadness
pressing against my chest?)
(And why these tears
falling against my will?)
Can I be me
but not this way of me?
Can I preserve memories
so that they'll never be lost
without remembering where they're stored?
To be myself - does it mean:
I must string together
all my broken pieces
to be complete?
(But can I be whole like this?)
Did I ever get what I wanted
or drown myself in thirst?
What makes me
is essentially what breaks me
without the final fatal strike.
Eventually I always return
from these tiny chaotic bursts -
perhaps once again
having altered my world
for good.
Nov 10, 2012
Nov 10, 2012 at 3:48 PM UTC
you strip and fall
upon uneven surfaces
of irritation.
this is the last of your dreams
before the nightmares begin,
behold.
every splash is accompanied by a silent scream.
you beg and beg to return to reality
but no mercy is ever given.
you have lost hope.
you cannot make it up
to your gods.
your voice is gone,
deep under the sea
melodies of bubbles.
Jul 2, 2012
Jul 2, 2012 at 9:20 PM UTC
i say hello to the sky, and i say goodbye
to the nights that ended on a morning like this,
with sunlight embracing the brick walls
and the winds around brown trees' arms,
together laughing and dancing.
here i quietly sing along with the rhythm of spring.
the windows finally open, for it is hard to turn away
from a brisk, beautiful day, from the wishes
of the lover who insists we shall be on our way,
taking passionate laughters towards the beaming park.
it takes longer to walk with arms around shoulders,
but the young does not care about time, does she?
she swirls in rhymes, bringing forth her own tunes of shine.
she has made me once again remember
the liveliness which follows the ache of winter.
Mar 8, 2012
Mar 8, 2012 at 2:45 PM UTC
*Sun, and a very pale blue sky
I was here many sunny days before*
Summer is close,
and I am afraid
I will not survive the walls of heat
closing in on us.
We bend our backs grasping for air
only to drown ourselves deeper in tears;
tears that burn
the way tomorrow burns out today.
The sun only brings me fear.
Today has burned out yesterday.
The sun is near
I'm still here.
I've got nowhere to go.
The sunrays pass by my closed eyelids
bringing me by a thousand years.
I am going through the infinite nowhere.
Will you be there?
Will you remember
the last day of light on earth
when we smiled at each other
before we no longer
belong to a reality
lit by sunlight?
Here comes the explosion
of the last fire.
Goodbye,
my Love.
Oct 21, 2011
Oct 21, 2011 at 1:41 PM UTC
I found my rat lie still,
His eyes were shut tight closed.
From above his long tail,
Smelled nothing but sorrow.
I poked him at his nose.
He did not answer me.
Like he would always do
So lively every day.
I did not really smile,
His trick was not that fun.
He thought it was so wise
To keep his heart silent.
I asked Ma where he went.
She said, "Up to heaven."
That was how she explained
My old Grandpa's absence.
He had not come back since
My Dad buried his gun.
"It is temporary,"
Is what they all tell me.
"It is the way life is,
And it always will be."
I do not want to know
About the way of life
Why can't someone tell me
Why my rat had to die?
Jul 5, 2011
Jul 5, 2011 at 3:23 PM UTC