I walk along the coast
As mid-summer sun roasts
My skin to golden brown
With my sheets burning down.
My footprints on the sand
Are washed away by the ocean
Visiting the land thru trough and crest
Together with the treasured chests.
Waves are coming back and forth
From south, east, west, and north.
From all directions my footprints are gone
Until with walking, I'm finally done.
I could have made a sand castle.
It could have made a good battle
Against the summer waves that flush
My little footprints in a rush.

Inside the summer tent we built
Were two souls with nothing but towels
Served as sheets to escape
Not only the coldness of the wind
But also the warmth of each other.
We laid ourselves with no boundaries
With me covering my lower half
And you covering more.
I exposed myself more and you less.
But you were beautiful nevertheless.

I want to paint ******.
Its figure and form.
Its meaning and ways.
I'll start with dipping my brush
Into your bucket
With the wet hues of scented pink.
And let me borrow your skin
To be my canvas.
I'll lighten my fingers
Just to slightly touch the surface
Of your sumptuous curves
And take a stroke to your mouth.
Then I'll never stop dipping.
Not until all colors are painted
To your soul.

There is a granite
Washed in the mountain of stones.
He thinks he is mighty
Because he is unique from others.
He rejoices.
He laughs.
He acts tough and rough.
Then miners came.
They mine.
They dig.
They quarry.
They polish the stones
And they become diamonds.
Then it's the granite's time
To show his brilliance.
But he overheard
When the miners said, "what a waste".
Then they throw the granite
Along with the insignificant debris
And die a pitiful death.

We draw the distance between us closer even the odds are imaginary.
We intersect at such point though we are parallel.
Our lines are right, aren't they?

Time and space make it isometric, real.
Is it actually real?
Or actually a tangential feeling which is only adjacent to the vertex of love?
That I understand not.

Mind over matter I must.
Letting the ratio completely imbalance I fall to the critical values of emotion.
The ***** is steeper. I fall if I don't run.

But I think I might just continue to extend the line wherever it takes me.
It might stop or infinitely endure the constraints it intersects.
Well, the plane is vast.
But oh, the world is small.

We extend the line wherever it takes us.
It takes us to the paradise you never imagined.
So am I.
Laughs, hugs, kisses.
Everything is a bit imaginary but real.
Yes, complex.
I expect this would end.
But I never imagined it too soon.
I guess the line takes us to the end.
Our line is not perpendicular any more, not right.
We are absolutely parallel yet we intersect.
I guess the plane is not that vast.
We have connected our dots.
But now, the segment ends.
I just never imagine this too soon.
I hate this part right here.
But you wish too.

We talk about pebbles.
We talk about stars.
We talk about constellations
And even about mars.
We were magnificent.
Nevertheless we are.
We do the 'towels and tent'.
We do it great so far.
I am your universe.
A solar system perhaps.
The planets are our fingers
That fill our bold gaps.

I am a candle
That emits fire.

My own poetries
Will be the flame
That will always give
Light upon you.

It may consume
Myself and die
But at least for sure
I contributed
Something special
To your life
From my soul.

I shall undress you.
I shall wear my skin.
I shall feel the warmth of our body
And our sweat shall rejoice.
I shall play with your *******.
I shall play them with my tongue.
And my hands shall explore your wonderland.
Deep within the forest,
Deep within the cave.
I shall touch them lightly
With my fingers touching it slightly.
Your goosebumps shall not stop me.
Not even your moans,
Not even your scratches,
Not even your shaking knees.

Who am I?
I am a person who lacks self esteem.
Thus I am hungry for confidence.
I am a person who denies my existence.
Thus I am thirsty for appreciation.
I am a person who doesn't want trouble.
Thus I hate the concept of hate.
I am a person who carelessly enjoys life.
Thus I stumble down to be happy.
I am a person who is satisfied with poems.
Thus I love reading and making them.
I am a person who cries when lonely.
Thus I defy staying home alone.
I am a person who has the will to choose.
Thus I am defined by my own choices.

I was once a seedling
And you were the sun.
You shed me rays for my photosynthesis
As I extended both my cotyledons
And embraced the warmth you had bestowed.
And now I am a forest.
My branches are strong.
My roots are wild. My trunks are big.
And its all because of you
My sun that warms.

Like I am a summer sea
That stretches thru the ocean
And touches the fine sands.

I can be cold in the mid-summer sun
Or can be warm in the mid-summer night.

The summer sea I am
That can bathe you much
With you soaking less.

I played my match
With a tree beside me.
I never could have imagined
It would cause it to burn.
There was fire.
I wasn't afraid.
But instead,
I played with it
With marshmallows
Pinned on my stick.
I too was burnt.
So I fought fire with fire
Until we turned to ashes.
But we are made from ashes.
And we are reborn.

When I enter your cave,
You cave in.
I crawl with my fingers
Flexing my arms
And strengthening my thighs.
You openly accept my offer,
My body and soul,
In return with your blood
Because I am thirsty.
Your shallow entrance
Has soon opened
That embraces my whole.
I only have my hard hat for protection
From your stones that pierce,
From your heart that poisons.

I always wanted to be a writer
So I can express fully what I feel.
I always wanted to be a painter
So I can paint my imagination so real.
I always wanted to be a traveler
So I can explore seas and mountains.
I always wanted to be an astronaut
So I can see the space and stars up close.
I always wanted to be a programmer
So I can see the beauty behind the codes.
I always wanted to be an archaeologist
So I can see things worth discovering.
I always wanted to be a singer
So I can sing the songs I can write.
I always wanted to be a philosopher
So I can impose the ideas I've observed.
Lastly, I always wanted to be with you
So these things I wanted to do
Will be memorable and worthwhile.

I, an unskilled poet who seems not to understand poetry,
Write words of love and praise
Of your ageless beauty.

I am no Shakespeare nor Beethoven.
My verses are child's play compared to his sonnets.
So as the melody I make ---
A shame in his presence.

But how could I seize myself to write
If your eyes stare at mine;
As I see your soul drift
to the river of boundless stars?

I'll let my mind see and my hand talk.
I will not wilt as legends will not be forgotten.
I, an unskilled poet of an ordinary presence,
Continue to write words of love and praise of your timeless existence.

I, the king, have conquered many kingdoms.
I’ve won the hearts of my friends,
Countrymen, my queen.
I declare myself a victor of everything.
Yet, not a victor of everyone.

A war has come.
She’s brave, wonderful, and exquisite.
Swords clash as spears wage day and night.
I planned my attacks but to no avail.
I’m trapped by my own knives and nets.

An unexpected arrow has pierced through my heart.
I do not bleed, I do not die.
For my armor is built with conviction and confusion.
But soon, for sure, I’ll feel pain for it is inevitable.

I’m fighting a losing battle.
A war not to determine who is stronger, braver
But a war of decisions and sacrifices.
I, the king, have conquered many kingdoms
But I’ve never conquered her heart.

Two souls meet.
One in a plane
The other on a boat.
They amazingly watch each other,
Passingly.

I cried a thousand rivers as you left
Through the mountains my tears flew
At the top it seemed I touched the heavens
But seen through hell, I never knew.

Like the captain who abandons his ship
It sank in the midst of the raveling storm
But with her undying smile I took courage
Hope has revived from its dying form.

We write songs we both can sing.
Paperless but verses are truly truthful
With parallel, sweet rhythm our story unfolds.
With your presence I'm genuinely blissful.

Legends lose when no one believes
But your coming back, I believe, is no myth.
I don't forget. I'll not perish.
I'll wait til my dying breath.

Life is a multiple of happiness and pain
And is divisible by dreams;
The integral of experiences,
And the absolute value of love.
It is the factorial of norms,
And expansion of lies;
The negative reciprocal of death
And the union of real and imaginary
------complex.

I love taking pictures of you taking pictures of me.
I love it when the flash shows your sweet serenity.
These shots never lie how we see each other.
I love us taking pictures of us together.

Red.
I was nothing, you said.
Orange.
I like you, it's strange.
Yellow.
And we let it grow.
Green.
We love what we've seen.
Blue.
I know it was true.
Indigo.
But I let it go.
Violet.
'cause it was wrong, I bet.
Rainbow.
It is love we borrow.

I will paint just like how I kiss.
My lips as the brush
And your skin as the canvas.
I will paint just like how I ***.
My soul as the color
And your body as the scene.