A third down my life
Assuming living till 75 or so
I stood with pride
Waving profusely towards the younger me
Vulnerable age
Anxiously lost

Yet,
I seek for your salvation and comfort
So Brave, Silly and Bold
Even in great fear you step out for the unknown

Applause for your courage
Appreciate your sincerity
Adore your ignorance

Mostly
Being Awkward with yourself
Avoiding intimidation with the world

Used to loath the sight of humans
Endless introductions
Just drained the helpless soul

A third down the road
Accepting new faces
Enjoying small talks

Occasionally misplaced myself as well

Still,
I Am become a statement to hold
At ease with my presence

Hello.

Sitting cross-legged in a Subway
Doors open and close repeatedly
Footsteps resounding every now and then
A pair of daily sport shoes stopped.
Saying something certainly in human language
Listening with full attention, well understood.

You should go?

Stood for awhile in silence and handed me a ticket
Stretching out a hand, and feeling the warmth coming from the other end

You should go.

Begging the heart not to tremble upon whispers that just speak to the delicate night.

Clenching the fist tight
Punch to the sky
Fight to prove our existence
The worth of life

Entrust my heart to your belief
Never tuck your head low beneath
We valued the same as anyone living

If others hold on to the card of priority
We wait still with our tight fists

Do you fancy
A lollipop feast
Salivary glands over productive

Just one day of sweetness
Wouldn’t ruin much perhaps

After party was tasteful
Lingering longer than it should

Picking up a lollipop after some time
Unwrapping took forever
Hesitated to shove right into
The colour appear rather surreal
Was it used to be?

Second thoughts always ****
Stood still with a unwrapped lollipop
Thinking if We should

Breathless
Don't challenge my limit
The house is full
With the presence of the ugly greed

Don't put on a pretty face
Push away your own responsibilities

Couldn't mouth a single thing
Putting on a pretty mask just like what you taught me
Loathing that useless cry beneath

Soon the unbreakable chain will be seemed

Holding back will be out of point

The fear of standing at the peak
The height is overwhelming
Relying on my shaking feet
A leap for faith

The downward falling
My soul is slipping
A thought of having a long sleep
The world is at peace

A sudden tension pulls me
A call for limit
I savor the last taste of tranquillity
Back to standing on the concrete

The notion of falling
Enhance the proximity of death
Giving up is insanely silly
Holding on is infinity

Shouting upon the night sky
In search for the footsteps that pass by
The lonesome flickering street lights
Reflecting the past that I will never find

Lost in indulgence of time
The present is in the mist of white
I am the suitcase traveller
Long for the train of past to stop by

What do you see in me
That sparks your soulless living
I'm no different from the ordinary
Maybe a little naive

I'm not a new creature from your laboratory
Or a monkey that can perform tricks that you never seen

Take off your interest on me
If your stares only directed at the characterized me

I'm no different from the ordinary
Maybe a little crazy
Maybe a little daring

On the bridge
Orion glazing
Announcing his presence
Proudly and unafraid of excessive exposure
Targeting his next preys
“I’m right here, animals run”.

The air runs stale
“I see, hide-and-seek that is”.

The forest howling, extending vigorously
Acting tough to shelter her animal friends

“Come on, salvation is here,”
A land of green brutally taking shape in crimson red.

“My friends, don’t cry, drink my blood and take my flesh to fertile the land of home”.

Years after decades
Those eyes guard by the night
Conditioned to withdraw from his sight

“We breathe close by Apollo, living is imaginable”.

Not bothered to please
The sight of you took me in disgust
I shed tear for your ugliness
Your heart was hallow out in nothingness

I would stay silent as you pleased

Wait for the you to be exposed

Tiptoeing
Like a thief that fears the light
Like a cat that dances through the night
Like a kid that mischievously hides from the sight

Tiptoeing
To achieve the gist of self in front of the magic mirror man

Non of the above three.
Just a mimic.

Lately keeping my desire at bay.
Reminding myself on and off to accept what reality has to offer.
Do not try to seek out the unknowns.
Please keep the minds off the wild
Stay where you are
Here's beautiful as well.

Seeking for next thrill
Quietly, calmly, patiently
Am obedient as the the description goes

Yet thoughts mercilessly tilting toward the windows
Just like old days, being ignorant of classroom boards

What's wrong?
Hello.

The sun is hurting, couldn't worship for  long
So bright, eyes barely follow the views
That's alright.
Not wanting to be moon just waiting for the shines

Well fed with greed, to be onboard in repeat cycle
Most willing to settle with current flows
Even though slightly insane, I thought.

On the way home
The road path out to nothing at all
As I walk
People start to talk
Eyes are swallow
Sinking to the well

Hands up in the air
The sky is small
And the raindrops
Sweet, bitter I thought

I face the walls
Breathing become difficult
I struggle

On the way home
The path lost me on my way home

The day is long
I have been waiting for your call
My anxiety grow as the hour hand goes

The time put me on halt
I'm helpless in my thoughts
Hunger for the voice of tear drops
Tiresome of this sickening call

TEARS ARE FOR THE WEAKS
DARE NOT TO BE
HELPLESS SCREAMS
MUTED TO THE SOUND OF THE VOICE
DRIVEN TO THE EXTREME
HELD BY MANY BUT NOTHING DEEP
FOUGHT HARD TO BREATHE
DARKNESS SET IN

Thoughts of you left me in agitation
Perhaps just perhaps
Not far from the corner
Seedling of you were being nurtured

Keeping a friendly distance
Merely texts of best wishes
Nothing is being said
Out of the screen of messages

Yet
The nature of human
Desire the warmth of the others
To whom it may concern
Still safe guarding the tales of memories
The one who lived in imagination

no face man
Wants to see what other people saw
Smell the odds
Taste the world

Yet no face to experience all
Only could hear what is told

One day he has a brilliant thought
Draw his eyes, nose and so

Sadly,nothings change at all
Surprisingly,he could mouth a few words

Though his idea was not functioning so well
He continue to draw
In theory of cool and warm
Day after night
Dusk to dawn
He's happy to be norm

His face is colourful as shown
Just as his heart as before

Eventually, his face is confused in tone
Too much talks
Too much thoughts
Too much words

He starts to erase the filthy spots
As hard as he could till his face torn a little

At last,
He wipes away his only hope

no face man lives by tales
At least not too much additional notes

Who knows others are just like him as well.

Ugly
Thoughts that sprout at the reflection of my own

Old
Age at the pace left me breathless and drowning

Self
Afraid of the child that is dying in me

How could I transit beautifully.
Catch up with the face that is fearful being me.
Reluctant to accept the ideal reality.

Muted
A way of speech

Stay Muted
What's being said
What's being heard
Yet, entertained by none
Still, unwelcome by much

Shy of the resound,
but thirst for the silenced to be heeded
Nonetheless.

Just a malamute
Howling in the chaos
Deserted in bold wording.

Drowned in love
A simply blissful day
Embraced by your sincere warmth
Not too temperamental
Emboldened perhaps by the sun
Soul is cleansed
The cup is 2/3 full.

Showered by years of memory
Thankfulness is the word indeed
Not wishing for everlasting
Just the moment with you and me

And thoughts of us broaden your rosy cheeks
And thoughts of me lifted your anxieties.

Been a long while
Since the heart is enlightened
By thoughts that swirled
Paying attention
To the tiniest sound

Late night liquid down the chat
Filled up the missing gaps
We'd grown so much independently
Frankly voiced out traces of life
Learnt well,taught well, stood well

Proud to be individuals
Not confined in others eyes
We live our souls
Acknowledged every breath with
Thanks noted.
And constant sorry.

Do you hear
A teeny bit of uneasiness.

The sun still as ravishing as usual
Stretching out my stubborn hand
Oblivious to the unattainable distance

Sitting on the bus as I wrote
Pulsing to the beat of the on boarding passengers
Thoughts wandered off many a time

Agitation might fit in the verse
Staring at the pigmented liquid interrupted by insensitivity

Perhaps just another routined day
The water is still
Yet, runs deep
Initiating an elusive equation

Relatively Unknown

Been awhile since thoughts speak
Pen and paper waiting to be picked
Yet none of it came in a blink
Left the unspoken ink to leak

Words don't sync in ease
Caught up to make the flow in peace
Much frustrations buried in blank space
Sheets of incomplete doesn't make a fickle sense

Even this piece was harshly inked
Wander off in planned mimic
Just a starter to fill the sheet
Next to be unpretty stories among the beauties

Eight. Eleven a.m
You stood by
The shutting door
Perhaps been weeks
Perhaps been months
Glad to see you again

A disappearing friend
Tempted to connect
Yet no where to start with
Not even knowing your name

To whom, as I wrote
Only way to ink your side face
As you fade with the rush hour train

Finding myself looking for a familiar backpack, EarPods with glasses
Not caring it's sign for being late
Almost wish to see you next day
A little spark in the mundane