Collaborated Thoughts - Hello Poetry

Dec 2014

Tien - Tim

Trying to listen to my sober thoughts,
But my drunk ambition is a chaser.

Shot after shot,
I can't seem to stop.

So my mind's spinning,
as the world stand still.

I'm trying to get rid of this fear,
So I ask the bartender for another drink.

Fill me with courage as I confess my sins,
No need to preach, just baptize me in gin.

Just for tonight,
I'll erase ya.

Never been smart enough,
To listen to my mind.

Even when it's right,
My heart gets me Every time.

Will chasing dreams mean less regrets?
You regret you don't know them answers yet.

I regret that I even asked that ****..
But if life alone could mean anything..
Being right or wrong would you still dream?

They say in life only time will tell...
That's like hearing GOD whisper while the devil yell.

Being left only with my consciousness all alone with it just staring me in the face....
Bartender I think I need a refill..........

By KJ Pope and Myself,

Mar 2014

Tien - Tim

Poetic Justice

Why do I love you?
How do I know?
A simple "I know why because I just I feel it," would not suffice,
Because the answer you seek must be Poetic Justice.
But yet I'm feeling like Young and The Restless,
Pondering on these questions,
During my private session of meditation.

We're not always on the same page, but overlap each other to give new meanings like Metaphors.
Despite the differences, we come together as our common interest connects our likes like Similes.
As we let our curiosity play on as we find new meaning to this love, no Pun intended.

"The Sneetches" is the perfect allegory about the tolerance of people's differences.
I just thought I should mention this for a pictorial image of how I feel,
Your words paint vivid pictures, I can hear your imagery.
Our love is the strongest form, there is no hyperbole.
You're the Personification of how it feels to smile.
Your Rhetoric persuades me to go that extra mile.
My perseverance perfectly prepares me to pursue every inch of your portrait.

It's that sweet taste of alliteration that describes you in every way.
My love for you is like the wind, it will take you wherever you want to go,
And I'll be there waiting with open arms.
There's no perfect analogy to describe how I feel about you ,
But since life is too deep for words, I won't try to try describe it, I'll just live it with you.
Figuratively speaking, if my heart was a glass of ***** water, I'll pour it out for you,
There's no perfect sign,
at this perfect time,
to use the perfect rhyme,
to express my emotions to you.
Instead I'll show you the hopeless romantic that I am....

By Tien (Tim) Dang, Sidney Conway, and Wilbert Kizermoore

In this poem we use each poem mechanic's definition poetically.

Feb 2014

Tien - Tim

Painted Words

Say what you see,
See what you say.
Starting with a single word,
Draws a line of thought,
Your mind sketches out your world.

Some people speak in black and white,
So they only see shades of gray.
Failing to realize that as life gets cold,
Life brings warm colors to fall for.
An allure to spring onto to hope,
with rejuvenating colors to cool our disparity.

Like chasing the rainbow,
But the tinctures remain elusive to the touch.
With each of our individual journeys coming in different flavors and textures,
Painting words of our legacy.

By Tien Dang and Sidney Conway

Feb 2014

Tien - Tim

Soul Food

Love... Quite edible one could imagine.
Some may be famished beyond imaginary boundaries due to his or her own taste.
From sweet kisses, to bitter love, to varieties of flavor that spices up our lives.

We drink lover's spit if we care enough at the moment we see them, the edible ones because,
quite frankly the taste is so grand...

Only through time will we be seasoned to find perfection,
Until then it lingers, as our taste buds crave for more.
Something so tasteful that...
a man would swallow his pride,
a woman would eat her doubts,
a new born will sip it's nourishments,
a free food that no one could ever get full from...

Yet if prepared in the wrong conditions,
love could spoil and poison you, harm you,
destroy you...
So make the best out of the ingredients that you have,
To make it a grand feast that lasts,
before it all expires and goes to waste....

Let this marinade... Before it becomes your food for thought.
Let your cravings state that you are what you eat... lovely soul food.

**I wrote in bold for bold taste. Lol**
A collaborated poem by myself and Kenneth Pope

Jan 2014

Tien - Tim

Rippled Dreams 1st Rev.

I hope you never leave like the leaves with the winter breeze,
You've brought colors to my world like autumn leaves.
With your absence you've left me colorblind.
Surprised by my silent scream, but my eyes beg for you to stay.
Please...
My life has no light without you.
Like the moon to the sun,
I can't shine without you.
Because you are the reflection of my other half,
Until then I guess I'll always be half the man.
So will you drift away like the winds from my fingertips?
A cloud once I hold it tight,
Or my 1st memories in life?
You would hold your breath just so you wouldn't breathe the same air I would breathe,
Just to tell your new love that you have no part of me.
You mistake his love like a mirage in the desert,
You gambled with your eyes and see odds without measure,
Just another guy who always lose to guys who's not better.
Yes the type who could be your everything if you let me,
I guess it’s more affordable to waste time than to buy some regrets then sell them.

By K.J. and Myself

2nd revision was posted a good while back.

Oct 2013

Tien - Tim

Life on Snooze

Shrouded thoughts of being pessimistic,
Because everyone's preaching to be realistic.

So people let their dreams die,
As they open their eyes.

But me, I rather hit that snooze,
Because I don't want to lose,
My deliberation or concentration.

Resurrected from ignorance,
As I close my eyes,
So my dreams won't die.

I begin my days hitting that snooze,
Even though they tell me to wake up,
Because reality is a shock.

I wake up only to hit that snooze,
Because it hurts more to let dreams die.

So in pain, I refuse to lie,
With restless nights.

Living with dead dreams,
Facing insomnia.

Its something I can't accept,
So no regrets.

So let my dreams live on,
So I can at least lay rested in peace.

By myself and Sidney Conway.

My favorite line "In pain I refuse to lie," by Sidney complemented by my line "with restless nights" using lie as a pun. A great example of divergent thinking.

Aug 2013

Tien - Tim

Photoshopped

At times life can be grainy and a blur.
Things don't always turn out as pictured.
How you choose to see life,
Is filtered by your mind.
Whether in colors or in black and white.
But keep in mind that every good picture,
Starts with working with the negatives.
Think positive and work on the original image,
Yourself!
Zoom in on the flaws,
Edit what you can do,
Not what you can't do.
Crop out the critics' perspective on how they view you.
Step by step remove layers of distractions.
Pan in on success,
Pan out on the stress,
Now you've photoshopped a masterpiece called happiness.

By Tien Dang and Sidney Conway

Used Photography/photoshop terminolgies:
Pan, Zoom, Crop, Layer, Blur, Grain, Negative, Positive, Filter, Original, Image, Picture, Color, Black and White (Sepia).

Jul 2013

Tien - Tim

Conflicting Intentions

I want to forget but I can't remember.
This familiar unfamiliar feeling,
I know it yet I don't..
Itching for relief,
But can't be reach.
The more I stand,
The farther I fall...
I feel freedom's breath on my neck,
Yet my backs against the wall.
You tell me to pull,
But then you would push.
Say I am your worst nightmare,
Yet I dance eternally in your dreams.
Am I a consuming flame that quenches your thirst!?

By J. Simkins, Natasha Dales, and Tien Dang

Jul 2013

Tien - Tim

Tomorrow Never Dies

In my bed staring at the ceiling,
Trying so desperately to get rid of this sickening feeling.
About tomorrow ...
Tossing and Turning,
Yearning...
For a peace of mind.
Time ticking yet I dare not to sleep,
Fearing what lies ahead of me,
May be a divine intervention my subconscious refuse to seek?
Deep down my heart grows weary.
In each rhythmic session,
Hours turns to minutes, minutes turns to countless seconds.
Wondering will I conquer the inevitableness of my requisition?
Inquisitive thoughts plagues my mind,
Consistently wrapping...
As I unravel today's present.
Today has been a blessing,
Too bad this gift must be thrown...
Insomnia began to attack viciously,
Through my flesh and into the bone,
I envision that if I close my eyes,
my fate will be revealed.
Tomorrow never dies,
But unfortunately I will along with today.

By Sidney Conway and Tien Dang

This is the 2nd Revision, My friend Sidney post it and it was to late for me to add my 2nd thoughts in. Check his page out for the original and more.

"Consistently wrapping,
As I unravel today's present."

I added wrapping because because it plays on with the present as a present. "Consistently wrapping" significance is that I would continue to wrap as I unravel because I don't want today to end. Other than that there are small
Minor difference in syntax from the original and last line ending.

Here is his page:
http://hellopoetry.com/-sidney-conway/

P.S.
He also have the unedited version of Skin Deep Thoughts/Skin Deep and Questionable Thoughts/Flip Side

Jul 2013

Tien - Tim

A Seasonal Love

It starts with a fiery passion,
That burns sweet like incense's ashes,
And releases a fragrance of...
Summer Love.

Then you notice with her missing you began to see colors falling,
And your departure from reality becomes...
Autumn Leaves.

Each passing day your limbs weaken,
You've become cold and lonely,
Longing for the warmth of her essence,
Now you're freezing like the...
Winter Breeze.

Then just as soon as she returns,
Your soul blossoms and renew,
A unrequited love relit,
Like a blaze...
You Spring onto.

By Sidney Conway and Tien (Tim) Dang

Jul 2013

Tien - Tim

Sense or Cents?

They say if it don't make dollars,
Then it don't make sense.
People got their hands out to receive,
Yet hesitant to give,
Shake my head in disbelief as my eyes begin to flood,
Misfit, OJ's glove,
Dagger to the back like medieval love,
What is your self-worth?
Money is universal,
But only worth what's spent,
With that said anything that can be purchased is never priceless,
To be bought out by any that is worth less than that is worthless.
Think to yourself,
Open your eyes,
You were a gift to this earth at birth,
Therefore you were born a winner,
Inevitable sinner,
Created to be nothing less
than to be anything else,
So do you have a number or a purpose?
Lose the inquisitive thinking and be more decisive,
Believe you are righteous in your own ways.
Destined to walk in the glory ancestors paved.
Now are you perfect?
No but **** the minds that thought you were worthless,
Now does that make sense?
I am who I am,
No need to judge,
Can I have penny for your thoughts?
There goes my 2 cents...

By Sidney and Tien

I chose this title because things don't always have to add up in order for it to make sense. The value of happiness is always priceless, so don't sell yourself short.