I dreamt the world
it never changed.
She never came.
My tethered skin
tore weathered chains.
I swore she knew
my given name.
Myths are stained.
Apocryphal.
A pocket full…
of gods and cherubs
in the fold.
Hope is serum
of the fools.
Hate is fearing
all the rules.
Love is blind
love is blind
If you love her
say it twice.
Broke my words
in several places
Make amends
in several phases
String the song
with several phrases.
We’ll become
a bending stalk.
Snapped in half
ascending up.
Blush and makeup.
Don’t believe.
Rush to make up
this belief.
So we’re here
in disbelief.
Petal, scent
fall to the earth
If mental cries
this mind is burnt.
I never changed
She never sensed
our plot unwritten.
Lift the pen.
Jul 8, 2013
Jul 8, 2013 at 10:46 PM UTC
There are words
that are chained
to the tip
of my tongue
Because love
holds the key
to the breaking of these songs
but the virtue of patience
never seems to be enough.
Speak…
and watch our hearts collide,
fall upward through the night
and light these starless skies.
Jul 8, 2013
Jul 8, 2013 at 10:45 PM UTC
Several years ago two strangers met.
Their universe collide and they were friends.
It proved to be a happy circumstance
until one left but where’s the end?
This galaxy still spins away.
The moon around the earth rotates
while seasons pass though every phase
and laws of nature still obey.
He remembers her in times like these.
He stands alone in rain to soak his dreams.
When the storm has pass, these memories
also wash away eternally.
All he wants for her is happiness.
Though she’s not with him but he pretends
all is all right in his brokenness.
Silhouettes against the sun
watch it set beyond the edge
as these hours come undone
filled with sadness and regret.
For what it’s worth, it might have been
just a little bit of joy
so I look back and start to think
maybe I could have done more.
晚上的风天空打开
下雨变我梦空白
Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 12:29 PM UTC
I know of clocks that render time
and stretch the shadows toward the skies
The weight of waiting for her world
is like waving white flags in disguise.
I know of books that have no words
yet each page filled with grammar marks.
The motif is often misconstrued
as each day spills into the dark.
Some get butterflies inside themselves.
But all I’ve got are dead cocoons.
A life which hoped to spring forth new
a death which loomed forth much too soon.
I’ve seen porcelains survive a drop
and climb to heights of mezzanines.
In reverse, the verse said that’s enough
so I began my steps in wandering.
I came across a set of stairs
upset I stared and steered away.
The fragile state of seeming plain
increased my odds of being changed.
I know of dreams that dictate words
for me to write in schemes of lines.
Cliches and thoughts and adages
repeat to her in rehearsed lies.
Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 12:28 PM UTC
There are razors on the floor and a clock against the wall.
It’s got the power to compel idyllic summers fall.
Set the trap to catch the wind and watch it pass through unaware.
I got tangled in my words and my message was unclear.
In case of shivers, huddle close; we’ll start a fire in the room
and count the hours we have left until we leave our days of youth.
The threat of paper guns and swords; we are masters of pretend.
We mistake those we adore and we’ve labeled them as friends
Unleash the doubt that cages love. These chases have led me to bleed.
These patches don’t seem small enough. I’ll be more reckless with my dreams.
Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 12:26 PM UTC
How do I feel with my own two hands
small as they are, and the circumstance
bids me to wrap tape over my bleed.
Raise your glass high so my eyes could see
all the straps pulled up my own two feet
and the days lay dead underneath white sheets.
Scars underground in the earth beneath
pushing up daisies towards the sky
Shame overwhelms me in surprise
while black hues slowly blinds each eye.
Let’s trade my hours for more time
we’ll barter tears until we’re dry
If one breath can push out wistful sighs
then one death can end an entire life.
I’m much too distant from the end
and far too fearful of the light.
If every muse made any sense
I’d be weary and troubled by their lies.
But I find it easier to pretend
as quotidian wishes escape the mind.
We’re both caged in suspension yet
over silence in this unspoken compromise.
Aug 30, 2012
Aug 30, 2012 at 3:13 PM UTC
Fingers locked in one emotion
eyes don’t stray, they’re falling skyward.
Watch the nights with lights exploding
Fireworks rain down, you’ll notice
confessions leave the heart exposed and
much too weak but keep your focus.
Just be brave and be courageous
She’ll thank you after for your love,
though you may think she is facetious.
Hesitation makes you mirthless.
Love’s like this: it’s full of hurt and
scars and petty disappointments.
While I learn the art of patience.
Come some day you’ll be her one.
Bend the doubts which mostly lead
to love’s inebriation
and watch my crimson patience
drain from full to empty.
We’ll fight in fright as floods
of rage are stitched to merry words.
She is every bit as lovely
and wistful as I know,
though every time she beams
her brightness is so blinding.
In love and years, I’ll wait
like this and nothing less.
The moment will come when all
the hopeful lies I hold,
I’ll trade them for her truth.
Though we’re young and full of folly,
limerence is a madness still.
Aug 18, 2012
Aug 18, 2012 at 6:10 PM UTC
Pining chokes me with her own two hands
as I fall to the wayside on her command.
I’ll lay apart on the edge, instead
of perusing quotations prowling through my head.
While fickle sentiments are prone to vex
I’ll shift the blame from left to right
to left again, while vermilion skies
change its hues at the speed of life.
Blows of ambivalence: it all seems hazy.
Ennui settles between the days and
contemplation, wishful thinking
dashed to pieces in different places.
It is necessary to read between these lines
where rhetoric reigns over a void of lies.
In absence of lucidity, please choose by heart
instead of distance, years and petty scars.
In mask and panic, we’re prone to error
as we become more guarded against the night.
Though incertitude may drive us mad,
love still triumphs over apprehension…in actual fact.
Aug 18, 2012
Aug 18, 2012 at 6:09 PM UTC
I doubt my mind is working. My brain is still in overdrive.
The way she moves, it makes me feel like I am so alive.
Zoom across the galaxy. Some light-years in a spacecraft.
I’m ready for the clearance. See, I’m waiting at the launch pad.
I’m counting down t-minus while she’s counting down the seconds.
I feel the tug of gravity; I’m trying to escape it.
I fell into her orbit and forgot about our friction.
Below, the skylines glitter now; the lights are almost sticken.
Tell her you were stalling under all the years of silence.
Time is of the essence even money cannot buy it.
He is so oblivious, yeah love is like a blindness.
This view is from a distance; I am safe behind this shyness.
When everything glows lighter, make me blink away the brightness.
Pull down all the shades when I’m sick and slowly dying.
Everything is jaded, won’t you save me from this crisis?
And thoughts of her unfurl as this final breath it exits.
✈
Feb 18, 2012
Feb 18, 2012 at 12:56 AM UTC
I find myself in years before
dreaming of carnage and death of me
a certain voice inside did say
your conscience is pleading for your peace.
Supplication, faith and God
Communion brings me guilty thoughts.
And though I've come a long way from my place.
Deep down inside me this hatred rots.
20, 50 hundreds more.
Fall besides my left and right.
Each one dead in its own rite.
Expendable is each one's life.
Where I go from here I ask
myself this question o'er again, I try
to overcome this self-righteous act
looming somewhere deep inside.
Maybe take one to the brain I hope
7 loops around the rope I tie
Worthless dying to another man
Better now is this suicide.
Nov 18, 2010
Nov 18, 2010 at 11:56 AM UTC