That look of yours
Oh stranger
reached the depths
of my soul!
The depths
I never knew
ever existed
there before  .

Fall in love once,

If it's reciprocated,

you'll be at the top of the world!

If unrequited,

you'll be at the top of the poetic world!

My heart, a broken ***,
but so much filled with you,
that still it's dripping..

Tonight poets will find the words
to color their life and dip their pens
in wounds that aren’t even their own
and some will stare at the moon
seeing an empty plate, hungering
for something without a name
or a clock with no numbers knowing
time carries a dagger and a sword
for the hours that wound and nights
that cut throats, arrows that pierce
hearts fiercely until they lie still,
cold and bled out on a bed all alone.

She is an open book...
In Quantum Physics
Written in Chinese

Red is the fire within
that burns my insides,
and the flames lick the wounds on my soul.
I feel the blood boiling under my skin.

Orange is the soft glow
that warms my walls,
luminating from the candle in my window.
I count the flickers that lull me to sleep.

Yellow reminds me of the flowers rising
from my father's garden back home-
rising higher, higher, so high.
Rising to meet the sun in spring.

Green...
The land I call home,
where my heart longs to be
and my ancestors wait for me.

Blue is the enchanting color
that engulfs the pupils staring my way.
Yours are the eyes lovely
that keep me anchored here longer.

Indigo was the sky I wrote this under.
Have you noticed my pattern yet?
Surely the title gave it away,
so you must know there is yet one more color.

To conclude, there is violet.
However my life is not over, neither is my rainbow.
I have many more memories to make,
people to meet and help me grow,
chances to take...
So until then, violet shall wait-
and I can't wait to write it.

Someday I will finish my rainbow.
Someday I will find my violet.