yanncheee

yanncheee Sep 2013

Drunk

in your drunken stupor
your fingers drawing stars in the sky
scars in my heart

i watch you stagger
and you know i'd leave you if i ever felt unwanted
you are not the best
but i still want you

maybe we could go back to when we had no reason to love
but did anyway
or we could stay here
and tell ourselves this is love

"And in the end we were all just humans, drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness." - F. Scott Fitzgerald

yanncheee May 2013

Rant

some days the inside of your mind is the safest place to be
some days you feel trapped
sometimes you are so tired of wasting more energy on the wrong people
but the right ones are so far away from you
so near yet so far
and you want to reach out but you don't because you're afraid
because rejection are for the undesirable
and you know everything about being undesirable
and you don't like looking like a fool
because life is cruel to fools

you long for the world where everyone around you was smart and witty and fun
but that world spit you out long time ago
now you have to pretend to be entertained by tasteless jokes and mindless comments
from people who think in a different way
and you're so disgusted but all you can do is pretend and pretend and pretend
so the ones with shining eyes don't look your way
you pretend you're all fine and dandy
while you scream silently inside your head
and you're tired, so tired, always tired

yanncheee May 2013

More

the tortoise creeps under broken flower pots
like an ancient dragon guarding its lair
the cat lies on the cold concrete floor
a terrific hunter in its dream

it's always summer in this city

the girl sits under a tree reading
while the sun pours onto her brown locks
framing her face like a honeyed waterfall
anointing her with a golden halo

the boy looked at her
and wonder if he could ever breathe again in her presence
if he could ever be something more in her eyes

yanncheee May 2013

Questions

there were unasked questions hanging in the air
unasked because we don't (want to) know the answers
hanging because the air was so thick so solid
that you could build castles on them if you really want to
but what good would that be
it will only crumble and you know
i crave for security and stability
firm ground for my stumbling feet
and thoughts are too fickle
too easy to burst like bubbles in sunlight
so beautiful yet so fragile
so let me ask you what i did not ask you
is there a certain elegance in the way we fall?
light as a feather but falling like stones
because what logic is there in love
what theories of physics can bind us
when the air is so thick that
questions hang like potted plants
from the ceiling of the castle we have just built

yanncheee May 2013

If You Could Fall Like A Raindrop

if you could fall like a raindrop
you don't mind breaking your bones
as long as you don't have to fall alone
a brief life is all you seek
to be gone before the filth sinks in

one by one
all those who were broken for the same cause
fuse together to form a puddle of pure thoughts
to ascend on rays of light
as rainbows are refracted from their hearts of glass

and how beautiful it is
that you bring refreshment to dry lives
and that your life itself signifies an approaching hope

yanncheee May 2013

My Garden

there was a little garden
with a broken wooden ladder
and lots of green plants
and some purple flowers
when it rains
the moss-covered wall turns a darker shade of green
and the cat would sit and watch
while the raindrops perform
a dazzling waltz
that ends with a heartbreaking splatter

yanncheee May 2013

time

to have no sense of time
in a society that is bounded
by minutes hours days
when the ticking of the clock
only adds to their fear
the fear of time running out

and there you are
smelling flowers
kicking stones
and asking, "where's everybody rushing to?"