nicholas-wong - Hello Poetry

Dark rivulets in dust Like rivers through canyons Trail makeup down your face Each channel a lifetime Grey rain from grey sky falls Upon half lidded eyes That lazily await The smell of earth after The lines upon your cheek Could easily be traced To star fall tears from space Or raindrops down your face

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Nov 25, 2011

Nov 25, 2011 at 2:40 AM UTC

nicholas-wong

Notes on a Gloomy Day

Dark rivulets in dust Like rivers through canyons Trail makeup down your face Each channel a lifetime Grey rain from grey sky falls Upon half lidded eyes That lazily await The smell of earth after The lines upon your cheek Could easily be traced To star fall tears from space Or raindrops down your face

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Renege your crown and open vast These gates within a troubled past Embrace anew the morning dew That knows that naught in life it true And that is why they hang so thin A film upon the early din To burn away with fiery light All to return with waning night To live and die and live once more Perhaps upon a forest floor a field, a hill, a lonely glen, Forever born to die again Forever forced to thrive and ebb, A diamond for a spider's web.

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Nov 24, 2011

Nov 24, 2011 at 5:24 AM UTC

nicholas-wong

Relativity

Renege your crown and open vast These gates within a troubled past Embrace anew the morning dew That knows that naught in life it true And that is why they hang so thin A film upon the early din To burn away with fiery light All to return with waning night To live and die and live once more Perhaps upon a forest floor a field, a hill, a lonely glen, Forever born to die again Forever forced to thrive and ebb, A diamond for a spider's web.

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What do you do when it all fades away? The Life, The Love, The warmth of the day, The sweet tranquil night, The sights, the sounds, The swift, fleeting wind, The feel of the ground. It slips from your grasp, away from your hands, The steady, hard falling of much older sands That once filled this glass, and now nevermore The raven's fell crooning still perched on the door My own deadly herald of Love I once knew My heart softly screams as my body falls through

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Nov 24, 2011

Nov 24, 2011 at 5:22 AM UTC

nicholas-wong

Poe's Watch

What do you do when it all fades away? The Life, The Love, The warmth of the day, The sweet tranquil night, The sights, the sounds, The swift, fleeting wind, The feel of the ground. It slips from your grasp, away from your hands, The steady, hard falling of much older sands That once filled this glass, and now nevermore The raven's fell crooning still perched on the door My own deadly herald of Love I once knew My heart softly screams as my body falls through

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Each story has a girl Locked in the lively circle Rolling in the Spring of youth And as the year, the single year Is bordered by Winter and Falls Through the Seasons Spring, Summer, Autumn, To settle, umber and rouge, Into the icy night Before the crisp landing of feather’s touch Snow Drops and a Summer’s Rose Are, by time weathered mind, remembered They, like the purest of Diamonds Adorn that briefest Day So here shall I stay Amidst those thorny bodies And Apple Blossom Skies Waiting to be remembered By that girl next Spring

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Nov 24, 2011

Nov 24, 2011 at 5:21 AM UTC

nicholas-wong

Spring

Each story has a girl Locked in the lively circle Rolling in the Spring of youth And as the year, the single year Is bordered by Winter and Falls Through the Seasons Spring, Summer, Autumn, To settle, umber and rouge, Into the icy night Before the crisp landing of feather’s touch Snow Drops and a Summer’s Rose Are, by time weathered mind, remembered They, like the purest of Diamonds Adorn that briefest Day So here shall I stay Amidst those thorny bodies And Apple Blossom Skies Waiting to be remembered By that girl next Spring

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I stand here on the brink, the gate Awaiting still my time, my fate The moment held in old youth’s eyes Black robe, our long awaited prize Sweet release from repeated wrong Five days a week, extending long For five Sol turns, now here we stand To the face the world, the cage of man An inch away; I turn the lock The hammer falls; I hear the knock Of age and think back on the past Heart, hold these smiles and make them last White smiles: young and wholesome and new, Their limits yet to spring anew The world seemed large, yet now so small Compared to that behind this wall I reach my hand to know the wood Worn smooth and carved by those who stood Before me on this cusp of life Upon the fine edge of a knife They, like me, have cut the trail Listing ‘twixt, succeed or fail They, like me, have faced the trial And trodden down the lonely mile And now we face the point of light The Tunnel’s end, our own, in sight And now we push upon the Door This Portal to our distant shore

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Nov 24, 2011

Nov 24, 2011 at 5:20 AM UTC

nicholas-wong

The Door

I stand here on the brink, the gate Awaiting still my time, my fate The moment held in old youth’s eyes Black robe, our long awaited prize Sweet release from repeated wrong Five days a week, extending long For five Sol turns, now here we stand To the face the world, the cage of man An inch away; I turn the lock The hammer falls; I hear the knock Of age and think back on the past Heart, hold these smiles and make them last White smiles: young and wholesome and new, Their limits yet to spring anew The world seemed large, yet now so small Compared to that behind this wall I reach my hand to know the wood Worn smooth and carved by those who stood Before me on this cusp of life Upon the fine edge of a knife They, like me, have cut the trail Listing ‘twixt, succeed or fail They, like me, have faced the trial And trodden down the lonely mile And now we face the point of light The Tunnel’s end, our own, in sight And now we push upon the Door This Portal to our distant shore

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There stands upon a silky spire A man who wonders what transpired What quirk of fate or Fancy's whim Did bend itself to torture him What brought him to this lonely place A tempo change in time's slow pace Perhaps it was a simple thing Sweet chaos from Vanessa's wing What if this ledge on which I stand Were the product of mine own hand As toddlers tumble, so does time No cause nor reason for this crime If, as it seems, I do impose My will as thorns upon the rose The ruby of my heart's dismay Is one more step towards the grey This man who always lived his life Wading through tides of unjust strife Finds solace in the way he strides A step that marks the great divide Should I pay mind to this man's plight When cutting wind meets rising night Perhaps that man bound for the sea Shall end my life for he is me.

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Nov 24, 2011

Nov 24, 2011 at 5:17 AM UTC

nicholas-wong

Ledge

There stands upon a silky spire A man who wonders what transpired What quirk of fate or Fancy's whim Did bend itself to torture him What brought him to this lonely place A tempo change in time's slow pace Perhaps it was a simple thing Sweet chaos from Vanessa's wing What if this ledge on which I stand Were the product of mine own hand As toddlers tumble, so does time No cause nor reason for this crime If, as it seems, I do impose My will as thorns upon the rose The ruby of my heart's dismay Is one more step towards the grey This man who always lived his life Wading through tides of unjust strife Finds solace in the way he strides A step that marks the great divide Should I pay mind to this man's plight When cutting wind meets rising night Perhaps that man bound for the sea Shall end my life for he is me.

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Silence remembers the shadow of a sound Like a shadow is the remant of light What was and is, simultaneous yet distinct At the fore, the latter, naught else Winter barren branches, trophies of warmth Sun that once flecked the air, kisses One sided, denied their mate Cruel company, an apt partner A figure in the refuse; wax in white gown Loved and cherished for but a day Quelled by an extinguished flame Forgotten in the settlement Warm, fall, harden; even as the source dims Love, blown cold by loneliness and realization Upon a sill keeping watch o'er the dark The heart and hope: trapped by longing Life, silky residue on a smoking gun Each instant is but an echo A shadow. Dead before life's touch Lived in retrospect

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Nov 24, 2011

Nov 24, 2011 at 4:40 AM UTC

nicholas-wong

Left Behind

Silence remembers the shadow of a sound Like a shadow is the remant of light What was and is, simultaneous yet distinct At the fore, the latter, naught else Winter barren branches, trophies of warmth Sun that once flecked the air, kisses One sided, denied their mate Cruel company, an apt partner A figure in the refuse; wax in white gown Loved and cherished for but a day Quelled by an extinguished flame Forgotten in the settlement Warm, fall, harden; even as the source dims Love, blown cold by loneliness and realization Upon a sill keeping watch o'er the dark The heart and hope: trapped by longing Life, silky residue on a smoking gun Each instant is but an echo A shadow. Dead before life's touch Lived in retrospect

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lend me your wings so I might fly up to a world beyond my reach where in the night stars safely lie without the heavy words of speech there I shall wait for you to call upon this heart yours to mine I know that fate shall not forestall the glint which in my eye does shine I wait in vain for a lonely day I wait, a hopeless wretch enthralled and so this wish of you I pray lend me your wings so I might fall

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Nov 24, 2011

Nov 24, 2011 at 4:38 AM UTC

nicholas-wong

Written in a Facebook Comment

lend me your wings so I might fly up to a world beyond my reach where in the night stars safely lie without the heavy words of speech there I shall wait for you to call upon this heart yours to mine I know that fate shall not forestall the glint which in my eye does shine I wait in vain for a lonely day I wait, a hopeless wretch enthralled and so this wish of you I pray lend me your wings so I might fall

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Each moment lived in your absence wears upon my soul. Like the petals of an autumn rose, the shards of my broken heart fall away. I feel as if a great door separates us and, tho I know you are with me and I remain yours in fact, the physical distance is a pain beyond pain, one that should never be enumerated. Yet I endure the bittersweet sorrow of your absence in the hope of a brighter tomorrow, one graced by your dawn. I allow myself this pain in the hope that it might break me and those fragments of my being might fit through the key hole of my prison to find you and escape the barren winter to which I am banished. No victory can be declared without you in my life. I am irrevocably yours, now and forever.I am yours for time everlasting and my life shall remain ever thine, ever mine, ever ours.

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Nov 24, 2011

Nov 24, 2011 at 4:33 AM UTC

nicholas-wong

Once I Loved Like This

Each moment lived in your absence wears upon my soul. Like the petals of an autumn rose, the shards of my broken heart fall away. I feel as if a great door separates us and, tho I know you are with me and I remain yours in fact, the physical distance is a pain beyond pain, one that should never be enumerated. Yet I endure the bittersweet sorrow of your absence in the hope of a brighter tomorrow, one graced by your dawn. I allow myself this pain in the hope that it might break me and those fragments of my being might fit through the key hole of my prison to find you and escape the barren winter to which I am banished. No victory can be declared without you in my life. I am irrevocably yours, now and forever.I am yours for time everlasting and my life shall remain ever thine, ever mine, ever ours.

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I once swam within your sweet almond eyes And while we floated the stars burned to ice Together we awaited our demise The final notes were of our own device But the Sun still shone when I closed your eyes Upon lilies I laid your head to rest The sand not yet spent, to us the glass lied And each stolen moment lives in my breast I once bathed in the sun upon crystal shores With your gaze on my back, I lost my fear Time's petals adorn us, still I want more To live in all the colours of her tears.

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Nov 24, 2011

Nov 24, 2011 at 4:30 AM UTC

nicholas-wong

The Colours of Her Tears

I once swam within your sweet almond eyes And while we floated the stars burned to ice Together we awaited our demise The final notes were of our own device But the Sun still shone when I closed your eyes Upon lilies I laid your head to rest The sand not yet spent, to us the glass lied And each stolen moment lives in my breast I once bathed in the sun upon crystal shores With your gaze on my back, I lost my fear Time's petals adorn us, still I want more To live in all the colours of her tears.

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