More time lost looking for love.
Am I lost for love,
Or lost in love.
I don't know what to think.
Since I don't know what it is.
What is love?
Is it the warm feeling inside,
Or the smile she gives me?
People do anything for their love,
And do things to hurt their love.
If you hurt when your love is hurt,
Then hurting your love
Should be hurting yourself.

When you ask of me, why poetry
I'm not sure you understand
That it's the center of my universe
The very depth of who I am

The molecules in the air I breath
Oxygen pulsing through the veins
The storm brewing beneath the surface
The pounding of the rain

It's the timeless anticipation
Of the thought that's yet to come
The tearing open of life's seam
The beating of the drum

The first peak of the desert flower
When it feels the gentle touch of spring
The smile in the eyes of a child
And all the joy it brings

The in and out of the tide
In the pulling of the waves
When you ask of me, why poetry
What more is there to say

She reads
                                          And she sleeps
                                                      Way too much
                                                            ­           It's her coping defence
                                                                ­               When nothing else will suffice
                                                         ­               She needs to get away
                                                       Without actually leaving
                                             Because she's too scared
                                   And too tired
                                            To leave her bed
                                                      So she cracks open a book
                                                            ­     To escape somewhere far away
                                                            ­             And she'll sob for the characters
                                                      ­                       Whose brokenness resembles hers
                                                            ­                                   And then she'll sleep
                                                           ­                                   And have sweet dreams
                                                          ­              Of realities that are not her own
                                                       Because pretending is so much easier
                                                 Than facing reality
                             So she'll sleep and dream
          And secretly wish she won't wake up
So she can finally escape

When you think of me do you think of what you feel or what you see? Do you just see the tattoos on my skin or can you feel what they mean to me. I am not a statistic or a numeral. I can not be put into any category for there is only one of me. Yet, two parts of me (Ying&Yan;;) My flesh that deceives you with a smile and a cheerful expression, and my soul which cannot tell a lie but can only cry and fantasize about not knowing the truth. "The truth shall set you free." if only these words were true to me.

I begin to feel the tingling
Sensation we call temptation
While the air is saturated with lust.
Her tongue is yearning for my skin.
And she is thinking of thing
deep within my pants..
Her hands only desire,
Is to rip off my attire,
and let this forbidden love begin.

I can feel the tenderness
Of her thighs,
But only with my eyes
Because I shall not touch.
This pleasure is forbidden,
But I can't help but mention
Her curves and her figure
And how bad I want to taste.
My mind is starting scream
And my body is already weak.
This forbidden pleasure
Is mines to have and to own.

I'm drowning,
In a vast pool of
Water.
Of which,
I'd been
Thrown in.
Being held down,
So short of air,
My lungs about to burst.
The air around me
I won't dare breathe,
Yet soon the panic
Settles in,
And the screaming
Bubbles that hold
My desperate
Pleas for help,
Come up to the very top.
Every,
last,
One,
And I sink faster to the
Bottom.
No one
Heard me.
Even as my
Screams were
Sharper than a blade,
They were dulled by the
Halting water
That consumes me.