Am I a writer or
It's just one of my fingers
Bleeding black?

you might say
science won, by inventing
a palm of screen that contains
the whole world and its history
mountains and rivers, men and women
kids and animals, right
each and every body and thing  

and they move in real time
my expectations are my being
i keep receiving all what the screen produces, a message
freezes my dying and
dies my freezing

zzz zzz zzz

my very last memory was
myself flashed into the screen
entering the reality of
world was one

Nov 25, 2016

we are gifted to breathe
in with tense, out with ease
but do we feel the pressure
when taking, and the relief
when giving?

hold your gift tight
as long as you can
until you have to give away
to live on
onto the hold
so long

Nov 21, 2016

When I see weaknesses
bind you
I want to talk to you
about love

When I see love
surround you
I want to tell you
about life

When I see life
abound in you
I want you to share
with many not a few

Dec 8, 2016

We are often late
But time never

I am looking for
the once familiar group hoping
to see myself
amongst them

Acrossing the street
I come to the bookstore knowing
there I can find them
I scan each bookcover
walking through each aisle as if
passing by every home

Every door is well decorated
with owner's name on it
I, must be hiding behind
one of the doors, the different doors
hiding from myself

I don't think I can finish this
until life finishes it for me
I stay late every night towards
a deadend, weakened enough
to collide with another day

Feel like catching something but
who cares about your poems?
I think of the same as I lie down
Forget it then, but I know they will stay up
until I come back in another day

Nov 23, 2016