Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Cliff

It seems that there were lesser existence of humans today

at least, on her surface

even so

Beth had to deal with the usual small talks

those you have with new people you meet, and the usuals

sometimes being quiet seems to be the only solution

not because you are

because you want to discourage


Of course

she could find a handful, or even even more

those she came across as being fond of

it is probability, it is measurable

but at this moment

she would rather be alone

to run away from a lousy framework

that just doesn't fit to be lived through


The other day

when Beth finally get to break out from a collective of figures

such joy

she skipped along the road

when she wins her solitude

as she came to realize

a very familiar expression

which might be a thought

he once shared of





Thank you for teaching my how to fly




Monday, January 13, 2014

Treacherous Whispers

I remember it all

I remember it all about you

how my curiosity was aroused

when you used to utilize your space

it was always the New York Times

those old English text

were you from another planet?

a high tendency, possibly

wasn't too eager, but

I concurred in silence



An illusion, constructed ——


I remember

that frame, so petite

one that I can sense from a sea of crowd

one that I know, if I saw in a foreign street

I would run

as if I've lost my mind


I would run for you





A flashback, rewound ——


fruits or nuts, for cereal

I asked

both

you answered

sounded authoritative

sounded bold, with a tinge of arrogance

clean and precise

like your art


I was intrigued, captured

like a deer, with multiple antlers

in a forest, covered in snow






all about you

as I step forward

all about you

as I had my head turned

wouldn't it be better

if I chose to remain stagnant

in the first place

wouldn't it be better

if I admire you from afar

even if I had my eyes opened

if I didn't get to know this much about you

if I didn't have to find so much of your

pieces along the way

if I didn't have to find out how,

or what I can do about them












it hurts

when I extract myself out of the picture

that feeling

as if your heart shrunk half its size








I wept,

for you are too beautiful

painstakingly beautiful


as I held myself arrested











Sunday, January 12, 2014

Red Velvet

Prelude

The storm of heart endured

as its dance evolved

intensified, dramaticized 

A phoenix in sight, form of fire

where will she land

with the fire she begets



Verse 

How can I ever reach you

amidst external disturbance

walls and hindrance

we run free inwards

in our own space of hills, streams and valleys

perhaps we can overlay

share a waterfall or some moon dusts -

in this tangible leeway

maybe an ice-cream, or a comforter


Chorus

if I could freeze time

unfreeze you and I

so many we can explore

so many to create

we can go deep into the waters

we can go high and low, on a ship


snap but pardon me,

I don't see why this can't be ecstatic

come in with me, and I'll show you more

I'll show you more




Bridge

I remember you and the sunlight

you compliment each other

my heart skipped a beat

even if I blush

you'd steal it for your own keeping

and wouldn't tell me so -

my dear, 

it has been awhile

thank you for the flowers,

those you made and kept in your bubble

I'll groom mine and have them handed to you

when the time comes -










Saturday, January 11, 2014

お帰り

欢迎回来

吻一个

大衣挂上

咖啡一杯

给你个按摩

给你个拥抱

给你纯情的笑


欢迎回来

给你撒娇

任你奔跑

那天我们在黑暗里

想牵起你的手

与你淘气

哪怕那一秒

接收不对的暗号


欢迎回来

洗个脸

泡个热澡

松懈 在沙发上

说个故事来听

你的童年

心碎的往事

美好的回忆

理想与梦想

对我的爱意 或许

如果你愿意


欢迎回来

舒适的被窝

有张大被

给你安抚 给你暖

给你热情 给你溺爱

也给你 很多空间

想像空间



亲爱的

欢迎回来




Thursday, January 9, 2014

Songbird

I wonder if I've ever stayed in your heart

swing on swings of your garden of mystic

all the time when I'm with you

you gave me butterflies inside


I'd like to look into your eyes

with no fear or constraints

have your language memorized

have your scent ingrained



Can I fly with you

into a world we've never been

we can be whoever we want

whoever we like about ourselves

trapped in the form of each

but never poor of our souls


you'll live under my skin

and I'll live underneath your bones

even though sometimes

bodies do hinder -

nonetheless,

I love it when you smile

they speak of something to me

they never lie

and I can not help but to give you more

each time you do





Wednesday, January 8, 2014

Mist

I stood by the sea

I longed

into a default picture

nothing changes but the colour of the sky

the pattern and sound of waves

the fine horizontal line between sky and water

but most probably, an agitated, intrusive rhythm


I argued

of you and I

didn't know where to go

skirt dried and soaked wet



was it the waves

I thought I heard you calling

you know, me and my imagination



I'm sorry

when I saw you across the waters

I shattered

I cried but it wasn't audible

it couldn't be translated


when my arms held you

I give you love

I give you home

and I give you earth

you gave me warmth

you gave me pulse

you gave me love

and more tears


"Don't ever do this again"
unconsciously expressed


but all the more,

you stood right in front of me

I held you tight

that is all I need to know


that is all I need to know














Tuesday, January 7, 2014

133, Perry Index

You

doing that thing

within your comfort zone

most times you make yourself happy

since it has became a source that simple, derived

I smiled when you answered

most of the time



You

doing that thing

thinking it was another harmless act

again, repetitively, with consistency 

I could not fathom

it came to me

instantaneously 

I've been stabbed through my body, my flesh

my heart, black holes, see through -


when your world resumed its pace

when the universe picks you up and gives you 

yet another interesting ride


you said nobody's a fool

I am, nonetheless,

a living testimonial for your null hypothesis



you flew away

like I've always liked witnessing

the most gratifying satisfaction I gain

from a third person point of view

if only, I am a spectator

which I shall forever be


utmost absurd

a reflection

you rotting old fool

you'll never learn