Friday, 25 December 2015

a truth that arrives late

we never lift up the veil
though it is weightless
though we know what is waiting for us
beyond the veil
the truth is never easy to be accepted
we tend to see more of white lies
and the veil remained untouched
say a word of white lie
you could never get the truth pass
but
when the dreams die
when the birds refuse to sing
again it is a new day
with a new found faith
and a new found adventure
and i know very well
you will never be mine...
it is as simple as that.

Thursday, 19 November 2015

well...it's ending.

the rain kept on
on and on
like a slow song in a forgotten cafe
playing a story there...
alone under the little light
interchanged thoughts
mixed feelings
the story would continue
but the heart was flying away
to the land
faraway land

Saturday, 14 November 2015

I love you.

This is not a safe world.
We are not promised with tomorrow.
We never know what happens in the next second.
We could be dying.
But, we do have hope.
Hope for a better night.
Just tug yourself in.
And sleep the dream in.
The morning light will greet us warmly.
Keep faith.
Never live it like a waste.
Cherish everything around you.
And I want to tell you.
I love you, with every heartbeat of mine.

Tuesday, 10 November 2015

I'll wait for you.

sometime
even words failed me
how could I ever express such feelings
complicated yet
I could not let it go
admit it to myself
I was just lonely
too lonely to even admit it to myself
I have a lot of love inside my heart
but I am still yearning for that other world
another story that does not even have a beginning
maybe I just need another ten years
another ten years to wait for that mystery
it is long
no doubt
like a long movie
that could not wait to be unwind
I was just hoping for that story to start
out of nowhere
my mind is shouting out loud
insanity overflown
topped the floor
maybe and just maybe
you are waiting for me all along

Wednesday, 4 November 2015

again...I miss you.

the raining
the singing
came at me with those unspeakable grieves 
well
at least
I would give myself
one night
to remember all and forget it all
in a single beat
it was me
who chose to leave first
who chose to leave you behind
who crumpled all those memories
and set fire to it
It was I 
all along
no damage was done by you
it was never your faults
I was just pretending to be the violated victim
so that my story would be more promising
so that I could forget you
easily
and that never come to me
even now
I was thinking about you
how pathetic 

Saturday, 24 October 2015

after thoughts

The lights played a trick there
made me wanted to hold you up
in my memory
high up
so that I would never forget you
started to think of the impossibilities
started to pretend that I was the heroine
of another story
a lovely little one
that reminded me of the taste of rain
was I that desperate?
but, it seemed a story that began without even a writer
the characters were scattered in all possible ways
waited patiently for their turns to go onstage
all I would do
was striking the goals and hitting the bubbles
going all the way
intending for that one little wish
which included you and me
I was selfish
I knew

Wednesday, 21 October 2015

Sadness overload

We will never be complete again
Because we were broken once
Tears became inevitable
As memories came rushing back
We could never afford such wild ride
Flying down the memories' lane
It seemed lucky that we could still hold on although there were a thousand reasons
to keep us from fighting back
Why I keep holding on
to this miserable pathetic mess
that I made
I had long refused to listen
to my mind
heart may beat its way

Saturday, 17 October 2015

a moment

The smell of hot chocolate cake penetrated my mind every now and then.
It was the same for ten years. Almost.
I grew up in this small little world created by my mother when she decided to move to a new memory.
“Honey, you shouldn’t be staring at the food only.”
Oh! That was my aunt.
She had decided to move in with us when we settled down here.
The paintings on the wall stared right back at me when I looked up at my aunt.
“It’s okay, Aunt Leda. I’m not hungry anyway.”
I pushed my hair back casually.
“Don’t tell me you’re dieting again.”
My mother voice came at me hard like a healthcare therapist.
“No, mom. I’m just don’t feel like eating.”
I pushed the plate out of my sight.
You know what they say.
‘Out of sight, out of mind’.
“Okay, I’m heading out.”
I picked up my books and bag while heading out.
“Honey, aren’t you forgetting something?”
Aunt Leda raised her eyebrow at me.
“Alright.”
I kissed them goodbye.
“I love you, Aunt Leda. Love you too, mom.”
I headed out of the cafe without looking back.
“Love you too.”
Their voices came like a flashback movie when I closed the door behind me.




Sunday, 4 October 2015

Haze Is Still Here

heat rose up like a veil
agonizing its way through the clouds
zigzag lines left unspoken
ebbing away as we scrubbed it off, hard

it is here
still here without failing

scrawling and scribbling words
till we were out of breath
ill at hearts
leaned closer and you could see
lights went out

hear not a single wind
every breath is taken away from us
ringing in our minds
every day is this very word on our lips

Monday, 21 September 2015

well spent time with loaded memories

well
hard to say goodbye
indeed
two months
not long nor short
loaded with memories
and when I turned around
I knew
I left my heart there
with them
no matter how I will become
in the future
no matter what I will do
in the future
no one can take this away from me
the innermost feelings I have
and the slightly tingling feeling I experience
when they kindly smiled at me
when they brighten at me
I knew then
I have no regrets
I have chosen the best career ever
I wouldn't label it as "career"
because it is more than that
it is beyond that level
maybe you didn't realize
but
I'm touching souls every day
if you know what I mean

Friday, 7 August 2015

You will always be in my memory.

Eagerness and impatience mixed around when I could not place you
in your little spot of comfort.
I searched around
again
hoping that you would pop out and say
"Bazinga"
But, it was not to be done.
You was not in your usual spot.
You was not welcoming me with your tails
swinging back and forth
You was not there
when I came back home
How shocked I was
thinking that you only went away
but indeed
you chose to leave me at this miserable stage
I could not bear it
the thought of losing you
was unbearable
my mother's tears
echoed my grief
my father choked back a few words
but I could not bring myself to accept it
not now
not ever
I started to wonder
when was the last time I bathe you
when was the last time I walk you
when was the last time I hug you
when was the last time I kiss you
when was the last time I feed you
when was the last time I say goodbye to you
I miss you so very much
my dearest friend
my beloved doudou
I miss you
Where are you?

Friday, 17 July 2015

Silence would not help.

The fan kept a noisy beat
The instrument won't stop singing
Together
They protested against the inner thoughts
The reality hit me hard and cold
Blaming me that I should have known this
long time ago
But it was not how the writer turned the page
The story would never go like a fairytale
Nor go the way I wanted it
Because it was not my book
It's a book with every single life
Twister together
In a pathetic yet inseparable way
We wanted to fly
But the net protected us so
Until we forgot how it was meant to be
In the first place

Let's hope
For a better tomorrow.

Wednesday, 8 July 2015

some glimpses into you

the light
crept up the path
painted them the colour
greenish gold
just the way 
I wanted them to be
some sounds from afar
but yet they sounded
so near
the babbling of thoughts
hung low in my mind
mixed around with the 
smell
occasionally 
when I should be concentrating 
yet
here I was
picturing you
giving it your best shot
sweating all the way
not a regret 
passes through your mind
you said
mind over body
to not feel and feel it
at the same time
but I wish you all the best
the same
and your words
became the spotlight 
of the day
I hope you know
really

懂了

也许
我不该让自己陷入无底的潭
像是不允许自己有任何逃出的空间
难觅
空气
不足

空间
不应该是你给的
也不应该是
偷偷思你的空档
犯下了不该的应该
我该明白了

太多的拼图
小小的连接
一一搭建
当我狠心翻下那泪湿的一天
不懂的我
也该看得彻底

是时候
也该是时候了


Tuesday, 26 May 2015

a cute boy

I was in a rush
she was sick
and i was worried
to get away
fast
he passed by
i barely noticed
pushing the trolley down the path
saying
I could finally understand the concept of overload
that was funny
i looked up
just in time
to see his face from behind
he was cute
and indeed
the trolley was fulled with things
i met him again
checked and paid
he was laughing with his family
playing pranks on each other
the black spectacles shined
above his smile
his face stick around
and when i turned around
he was already out of the page
and when i met him again
i thought wrong
both faces could not match
are they the same?
no idea

Sunday, 24 May 2015

The bakery

The Sun did a great job.
She held up her hand.
The sunlight escaped through her hand.
It burnt. Hot.
She hid herself under the small umbrella.
It was near. She could smell the sweet taste of bread.
Breadking.
She always wondered.
Why on earth that bakery was called as "Breadking"?
Why not "Breadqueen"?
Okay, no need to be hard on herself.
She always ended arguments in such manner.
She walked this way.
He walked the other way.
They met right in the middle of the path.
Breadking.
But, she did not notice him.
She chose some bread.
He lined up in front of her.
Checked. Paid.
She took up her bread.
He was already out of the shop.
They walked their separate paths.
It ended.
Had it?

Friday, 22 May 2015

How to write this book? Maybe, just maybe, you could tell me?


Companion is not wanting
it is abundant
but 
why so stubborn?
why compare each and every piece of it
to the old memories 
that you could recall no more
not even the lines
not even the smells
were same
but you refuse
you step out of it
you let it drop dead
because you see no way out
you can only
see him
the one who could not care less about you
the one who could not remember you
the one who could not care more about you
you really should
stop comparing
but stick with yourself
calm down
burn the old memories
and the one meant for you
is there
waiting for you to see

Tuesday, 19 May 2015

I love you, my dears



okay
hello first 
a salutation for you
for your loyalty 
and for our friendship 
for keeping you waiting for so long
as if my presence would be a shame 
but i was busy
with smiles, tears and hugs
I could cry my heart out now
because 
I had turned over new pages
I had written unforgettable lines
I had made incredible new friends 
I had realized different ways to lead my life
and I 
hold no regrets now
even grudges seemed wanting
and I can sincerely 
truly
give a confession from the heart
from the soul
I love you, my dears 

Friday, 20 March 2015

思念,不假,不换,不归。

空气中
满是夏日温暖的气息
载着
我对你
满满的思念

它绝不是冷冰冰的感情
而是
我对你
温暖的
真挚的
思念
愿你一切都美好
愿太阳总是为你绽放笑容
愿微风带去我的思念
吻在你的脸颊上
让你永远幸福快乐

Friday, 27 February 2015

I fall for you again.


That smile
That look
in my memories
made me fall in love with you
over and over again
a cycle with no breaks
a cycle with no doors 

a cycle with not you but me
and I closed myself in

in this deep
deep ocean
the tides drew me in
the tides pushed me out
like I was some weird thing
a disease to be put down
hoped that it could end like a cookie
flashed out
cleared out
threw into the dustbin
and never to be found
but it clung to me
and I could feel my skin
waiting to burn through those walls
to burn straight out
to emerge
into a butterfly
only to fly too close
live too short


Saturday, 24 January 2015

Reality was not long, just way too short...

I was lost
in a daydream kind of reality
when my feelings can never
ever
pass through those walls
built by myself
what more could be done
and what more could not be done
in one word
gone
it was a simple truth
when you could not express
those inexpressible lines
when you could not love
those unforgettable ones
when your mind wandered around
without the fog
you still got lost
in the drowsiness you created
just in time to catch you
before you fall
and secure you
right in the middle depth of
reality

Thursday, 8 January 2015

headstand...

when i did that
for the first time in my life
i realized
the world seemed so small
upside down world
and the rain kept tricking
but the music would not back down
i knew that
they drown not the thoughts in my head
but helped me cleared the mist
my mind seemed blur and clear at the same time
it seemed good
although the blood rushed into my head
in such a gush
that i thought the rest of my body was drained
fainting
but i would not back down
just like any other would
tackled it
beat it
until it
hit the same beat with my soul