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 Aug 2014 Sam Po
Winter Silk
Her ballet shoes still hang
outside my bedroom door.
I see them every morning,
before my work at the store.

As my car cuts and cruises,
through the country's autumn streets,
My mind slowly wanders
to a harsh, wooden seat.

The judge's decision was irrevocable,
my wife left with everything.
I last saw her ride a taxi, tossing
to the sewers, our wedding ring.

Work is always such a challenge
when my customers just stare.
They know how harsh it was,
but they don't really care.

The judge's decision was irrevocable,
my wife left with everything.
She even took our daughter,
that precious little thing.

As my car cuts and cruises,
through the country's autumn streets,
My mind slowly wanders
to my daughter's little feet

Her ballet shoes still hang
outside my bedroom door.
They once were used for dancing,
but not anymore.
I tried my hand at mirror poems.
Let's hope this turns out well.
 Aug 2014 Sam Po
Krezeyyyy
She got bored so she went out that door
Where her comfort zone and outside world --
The door is made like a horizon --
Both ends meet, she must step out and step in.

She went to look not of what her heart desires
She went out because somebody wanted her
To see the world, live her life more
She went out, not with a happy face it seems.

She takes the first ride
Off to nowhere, she has nowhere in mind
But to where she gave her heart away
To where his arms are open wide.

~~ Criss ∞
 Aug 2014 Sam Po
Winter Silk
I Guess
 Aug 2014 Sam Po
Winter Silk
I guess it has to rain
For flowers to grow.
I guess the more you are insane,
more of yourself you'll know.

I guess we must know how to cry
To recall happiness when it's gone.
I guess our love had to die,
So that my heart can live on.
But love is a cycle,
an end creates a beginning.
 Aug 2014 Sam Po
Krezeyyyy
All the words
All those scenes she's directing inside her mind
The songs she keeps on listening
Or the silences when she thinks --

Boy, you must be so beautiful
She must have been going insane
She constantly finds you running in circles
Her mind becomes your track and field

She keeps on hoping
Like a well, someday it'll have water shortage
She is hoping for you, someday it's coming to an end
But your smile, your glances -- like a battery she is recharged .

And the cycle starts all over again.

~~ Criss ∞
 Aug 2014 Sam Po
Krezeyyyy
Every night, like a marathon
Of memories of you - with you - I have kept
My mind a player that only gets
That one CD replayed until I meet you in my dreams.

But somewhere between replays
I have to remind myself to senses
You are not the life I have to live
You're part of who I am, now part of who I was.

Somewhere between these lines
I so carefully written my heart out
I should be on my my way to moving on
From
I can't make my mind just yet. Maybe a little more time.
 Aug 2014 Sam Po
Krezeyyyy
You know how it's like to look into his eyes?

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It's like lying in an open field and stargazing at a vast night sky. I would trace his beauty with every twinkle, his soul laid bare. And when I get lucky enough, I'd see something of him new like a shooting star. He is too beautiful I couldn't look away. Yet he is too far I couldn't get a grab of him. I'm always in awe, yet always unsatisfied.

It's like drinking something so tasty, it quenches my thirst but leave me wanting for more. I could taste his mood at the moment, tasting another when time ticktocks to another time. It's very delicious, I'm afraid I couldn't make it last.

Maybe I've seen this coming. Like all stargazing will have to end when dawn is creeping out or like when I will about to have my last drop, I can only hope it lasted longer. I hope I hadn't tried. I hope there will be next time. I hope he feels the same as I am.
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You know how it's like to look into his eyes? It's a joy and a pain at the same time.

And the best and worse part of it: the feeling lingers (sometimes very strongly, sometimes so sweetly , and sometimes just for a sec and sometimes for quite a while ) like a smell, like a song, like a book I've read. My heart always melts, my mind always reasons whenever I look at him.
I really hope it lasted longer. It didn't. I hope we would have another time and then we'll make it last.
 Aug 2014 Sam Po
Krezeyyyy
Oh you might say that all who waited
Somehow, someday, find their treasures been waiting
But I know of a girl who had a tragic in-between of a story
She thought was her end of the line but behold
Another story was set before her surprised.

She found him in her innocence
Between what supposed in the way of her - a woman and a girl -
He looked at her first, she got his heart after
But years for their ‘us’ was far ahead so they kept a promise
To wait for him was hers; to wait for her, he tried.

Their vows were broken out of a simple ‘yes’ he found
In someone else’s lips said what he thought was love
Left alone was she, and the years far ahead gone astray
Like fragile bottles only to be broken to tiny pieces
Nothing else was left but memories singing the winds have carried.

Alone she walked through life she thought was cruel
‘Why do I always have to let go those that I loved’?
She had recounted every single one of those
She had to let go, she was left with moving on
Until there was this light, enough that darkness had to say goodbye.

Light was sparkling through someone else’s eyes
Alas! It was the eyes of true love, she hoped
Hoping was the only thing she knew, well except
Of letting go, moving on, and walking away for a thousand times
But this she found was something else, something worth the wait.

Never wasting time, they winded up in each other’s arms
Like a moth captivated by the candle lit in the darkest room
Their story was like dancing to and fro, of being afraid and trying to risk
They tried to risk, but time again for them was far ahead,
They had to bid farewell of what supposed to be true love.

She dared continue walking, away from pain towards hope again
She was now more onto loving her own, life would be beautiful
If only she would like herself more than before
Contentment was key, waiting was another
But fate had something else in mind for her.

There was this man who thought life was more beautiful
In living through pain and near-death experiences
If only he could waste his very own than how he does every time
Wretched, ruined, even thrill-seeker, or just a time waster
But truth is, he is just a boy inside trying to un-made his pain.

She met a crossroad where he was lying so lonely
She was a little too hopeless,
He was trying to be a little bit hopeful
They shared a smile that was soon followed a thousands more
It was like stars shining brightly, the night sky was full.

But dear I never would know how their story would end,
The story has not ended as I am still the girl who
Has been exchanging smiles with him in our little crossroad found
Star-crossed lovers we may never be,
But at least to knit our lives at this little time was enough for me.
 Aug 2014 Sam Po
Krezeyyyy
Hope like a heartbeat beating
The tiny veins get filled up by
Blood cells to circulate the body -
Got life alive with every rhythm of it.

Hope like a candle lit up
In a room where darkness circles around
A tiny spark –
Got her child from crying out and aloud.

Hope, oh that is what’s between
When impossibility is trying to reign
Hope is what flickers
Between you and me.
 Aug 2014 Sam Po
Krezeyyyy
That Kid
 Aug 2014 Sam Po
Krezeyyyy
I am a kid who
Is as innocent as when I sleep
I don’t have a sister
Or a brother to call my own.

With my father I’m used to go
On road trips and even on seas deep
My smiles along couldn’t waiver
Til evening came, til morning dawn.

With my mother I used to do
Play with her, with my cousin I dance and skip
Though exhausted, sleep would always be later
In the depth of the night just after I yawn.
 Aug 2014 Sam Po
Krezeyyyy
You gave me a reason to be happy about the past heartbreaks and tragic love stories I've ever been. All those times I was letting go led me to this road where our story was given hope, though it existed like one little yellow confetti. You looked at me for the first time, it was like knowing that summer had finally come and I was watching the sun rise after winter stayed for a long while. It was like stretching my arms out wide after waking up from deep slumber and realized that it was good to be alive. And  I'm glad to have traveled this far.
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