I will begin
by crying until my tears run dry,
picking up the pieces of my heart,
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Forgiving Myself
I Have Never Seen What Horrors Lie Behind My Mother’s Veil
The cosmos comes alight as galaxies approach one another,
Their tears like cut glass, knowing that
No Chance of Winter
I’ve always wondered How wintertime’s fragrance would taste on my nose. Frosty the Snowman, Blizzards, Snow at soft as satin, They only existed as myths.
The Man in the Shade
I was returning home, From my second home, I used to study at a library, Psychology was my major I walked in the streets, I kept looking at my feet, The lights in front were gone, The house on the side had a lawn The man in the shade, Was looking my way, Yet when […]
Mid Summer Days
Ting ting ting, the bell echoes, in deserted alleyways, “Ice-cream! Ice-cream! Homebound children come out!” The sun simmers overhead,children rush out to the ice-cream vendor, as though a moth flying to a flame, with their loose change clunking. A cacophony of orders! Draws in ire of mothers, “Tsk tsk tsk! Their appetites will be ruined! […]
Relishing in the Wilderness
As a man, I tried to hide my life,
Perspective
Love.
It’s half and half, terrifying fights
A Cup of Sunshine
A cup of Sunshine
For my palette of colors I would like
To dip my brushes and
Paint my canvas all alike.
For I miss the yellow tint
And warm essence
In my paintings.
A cup of Sunshine
I would like
For my little dandelion
To bloom in a vibrant yellow color.
For the approaching winter
Is making it shudder
And lose its joy.
Confusing Sentiments
In the page with a hundred wordsInk stapled with memories, and Paying the soul for my hope deferred With the nonvolatile feeling of oneness
Sunshine, Winter and A Little Plant of Hope
Underneath the clear blue sky My little sunflower grew From a tiny seed To a yellow petaled exotic bloom Attracting every eye That passed by. It danced with the Wind Losing itself in the arms of ecstasy. It tracked the sun From dawn till dusk Bending down when the moon was up Refusing to see […]