If my heart is bound to swerve one day;
thou shall never let go of my hand;
nor mourn in the shade of the cypress tree,
for I need thine soul to understand.
Thou shall not seek another,
only hearth shall warm you in rain
Thou shall not hear a nightingale,
lest its song might put you in pain.
Thou shall be the bamboo that bend,
or a field of golden wheat that sway;
haply forthwith the fate shall lend
back to thy arms, I come next day.
Mar 10, 2018
Mar 10, 2018 at 9:33 PM UTC
When did a smile become a challenge?
A widespread facade?
A sign of danger?
A mask?
Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 10:25 AM UTC
I have built a body out of words
like how a melody needs a body to resound
from the ends of your hair
to the tips of your toes as you spin around
like a ballerina trapped in an old music box
swriling in a harmony of its existence,
engulfed into notes as if breath of life,
that made her alive
and live
I have made life out of poetry
for there are so much words to lay into stacks of paper
for there are so much rhymes to fit into one's ears
for there are so much things that I wanna hear
for myself
to fill me
Until I realized words are also used on things other than filling emptiness.
Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 10:04 AM UTC
The blanket of stars draped over the sky
lighting up your path towards another book
Dip your feet into your overflowing ink of acquired wisdom,
Step on the blank first page of your own tome,
and dance your way across the page
Fill every inch
Write every name
Paint every memory
For a moment is all we are
And this moment is yours
the season, in which the bud will finally bloom
A girl you once were,
but now shall be regarded as a blossomed lady
And I will always be by your side
whenever you get tired
of dancing
of writing
of filling the blank paper
whenever your feet swell
whenever you run out of ink
whenever it gets hard to turn the pages,
I will be by your side
Let us turn every page of today into yesterday
Nov 7, 2017
Nov 7, 2017 at 10:08 PM UTC
The sun is long gone, leaving tracks of hazy promise of return
Perhaps a jettison, I am, that of which I am to spurn
With sprinkles of stardust and dimming moonbeam, I yearned
nothing but a light to hold on to, even the palest will do
Yet the ever so generous God gave me not the palest
For a beacon of wonder I can hardly believe exists
did come over my orbit, a sojourn I expect the least
And a bond is made between the two
The light that overwhelms me and the stars that surround
forever I am caught up glimmering in astound,
making me want to find more than what I found--
those little pieces that makes you, you
Oct 2, 2017
Oct 2, 2017 at 12:05 AM UTC
Amidst the restless nights I walk alone
weaving past the streets of cobblestone
Toting on my mind is a notion overlooked,
I'm a connoisseur of allegory and oftentimes rebuke
"You ignorants! You do not know,
Like an ailment, silence grows
and without haste, it will devour you,
'til the words once chromatic lose its hue"
Yet my forewarning like fine raindrops fell
Resonated not, never even a moment to dwell
as to that exploit perforated an ephipany:
My voice will never be heard, that is ought to be;
and my words will nevermore transpierce thee,
For I am silence and silence is me.
Sep 4, 2017
Sep 4, 2017 at 5:31 AM UTC
She is but a lady of saturated red yet blue all over
with a touch of dark green sides to cover
strokes of purple oftentimes ascend
along with bright yellow and mild pink, it blends
A mixture of elements in the spectrum, she is
in naked eyes, they might be pleased
Little did they know she is only one shade others lack
altogether, she is nothing but pitch black.
Sep 4, 2017
Sep 4, 2017 at 5:27 AM UTC
Dripping rays of the saturated sun, adorning,
kissing your face as you lift sight accenting
the beauty of your underrated self, reflecting
the stunning soul you contained within
Holding a cup of coffee, allevating
the pain and misery from yesterday's battling
for dawn's a cue of another beginning
So wear your amory and start to gleam
Better than yesterday! You shall deem,
and you will have the favor of the sunbeam
Sep 4, 2017
Sep 4, 2017 at 5:27 AM UTC
Devoured by the warm, doted kiss
of the lucent moon, offering bliss
I embraced her glow, sensing peace
as the night breeze howls, hauling mist
We shared the night together, side by side
the moon and I forever, with her I may reside
amidst the multitude of stars to guide
She shine brightly, begetting ocean tide
Yet every beauteaous thing has an ending
I thought, as we wait the sun to start beaming
The sunrise peek on the horizon, gleaming
and I part with serene, mutedly mourning
Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 2:15 AM UTC
Let me start by saying goodbye.
As to every moment you draw
near me, a sporadic mystical
event, left me in overawe of
you and your conflagrant hue
as you trail across me, I see
how glorious you ought to be;
how a great voyage you are on
and how I am of other kind, not
of your own; how we were never
to collide, nor a glimpse of me
in your memory 'twas never to
provide a hunch of who I am
Perhaps, this is how it should be
For a moon has her sun
and a comet has his journey
And the moon is to eclipse with her sun
and the comet has to go with his journey
Thus, I shall cut this heartstring,
and swim out of this drowning
sea of dreams and delusions
and breath the reality back in
Yet I will forever and always be,
an admirer of your beauty; and
maybe, in another time, you
might catch a glimpse of me
covered in blanket of darkness,
accompanied by myriad stars,
You will see me, I know you will
But you will never recognize me
for and with my eternal mediocrity
And I will end by saying hello.
Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 2:08 AM UTC