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Krizhe Ming Sep 2018
Her heart
First turned pale
Then to gray
She let it be
Nothing mattered
Anymore
Anyway

Let it be
So she can live
[Cab Chronicles, II] 03.02.18 On the way to work... I must be feeling a bit down
Krizhe Ming Sep 2018
The little buds
Soon to wither
Not wanting to die pitifully
On such a sunny day
Under the scorching heat
Prayed for some rain

And it began to rain
With the still bright day
Painted a beautiful picture

Drizzles tickled each of the bud
Teased to flaunt their beauty
It rained gently
Enough to water the land
Make the flowers bloom
To a magnanimous sight

Thought it was just a soft pour
For a brief moment
Of joy...
Of fulfillment...
So they prayed for the rain
To stay for a while more

And so the rain did stay
But then never leave
For a long time

Just like of a storm
Each of its drop
Now hurts the flowers
Heavy fall tears them apart
Every time the rain
Touches the land
Flowers got more drenched
Soon they will drown
And get washed away

Yet they smile
One by one
As they face their end
They glint a smile
[Cab Chronicles, I] Some time in the end of Feb 2018, while travelling to work in a cab, rain started to pour and drops touched the window... and this poem was born.
Krizhe Ming Sep 2018
In the midst
Of living
In this stressful
World of business
Full of numbers and gains

I seek comfort in music
Keep sanity thru arts
Find sanctuary in writing
And so I can breathe
And so I am still alive
This is me. I just thought of how I can best introduce myself right now.
Krizhe Ming Sep 2018
You were a shining star
Times passed,
Memories forgotten,
Hopes gone...
Why did you fade away
Can you sparkle once more?
My friend paint with shining stars before and asked me to make a poem that fits it. Her work is full of hope but all I have that time were words of doubts and aches likes this one.
Krizhe Ming Sep 2018
I long
To be loved by you.
Would you look into my eyes
And get me drowned
In your soulful stare?
Envelop me
In your warm embrace
Lovingly... Fondly.
Caress my face
With those gentle hands,
Whisper 'you're mine'
And I'm all yours.
I will
Fall into your trap and
Swear never to escape.
Made this before as I listen to Yiruma's piano piece entitled 'Love Me'...
Krizhe Ming Sep 2018
Everything begins
As a blank slate
Just so is Life

Like an artwork or a masterpiece
Magnificient as it is
Like a poem or love song
Beautiful as it is
Begins in a blank slate
Just so is Life

With perfect melody
Of personalities and experiences
Variety of tunes
Of knowledge and skills
Colors burst in each blank of slate

Magnificient
Beautiful
Life will be
Tabula rasa, usually translated as 'blank slate' is a philosophical concept that means when a person is born, his mind is completely empty.

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