Untitled #29

29 November 2014

It is devouring me up slowly

Mentally crippling the souls

Anger, sadness, disappointment, fear, indifferent all convoluted

It is easy to forgive but difficult to forget

The truth taunting me to stay apart

As the lie remains stabbed and gouged will time really help heal the pain?

Using empathy as a relief, yet who is thinking of me

Are you?

Splitting myself into multiple identities

Each encompassing the individual emotions to subdue

In the mid of the night is when sadness sinks

Deeper and deeper

Consciousness of the forceful voice coaxing the weak

Suicidal watch, yet who is watching

Are you?

Aftermath of Sylvia Plath

Morbid

Drab
Revelation of Ted Hughes

Untitled #28

28 November 2014

Is that how it feels like

Disappointment aching 

A deep grasp of fingernails digging into the flesh of the heart

The shallow air forces through

As each ticking tune echoes

Daydreaming fades to a dramatic, thoughtful tragedy

The gush of warm water fell on my shoulders

Every day it is this mundane melody

People seek

People lost

Intertwine in an empty disconnection

Forgotten he said, she said

Persistence of vision triggers a sensory memory

Settling of a storm

Exhausted

humans connection

The growing uproar of internet users
Brings the world closer
By a simple click of the mouse
Yet it has not revealed the utmost contentment of its power.

The users are still the same inside and out
No matter where the modem is connected.

The convictions are that users need to share
And voice about anything
The interest they cared
Another alternative to vex.

Practical Cubical - may 8th, 2000

The chair of thoughts
Slumber in boredom with a pen and paper
Fed-Ex engraved on plastic tube
The black ink flows
As the mind drains into a puddle of system fluid
Nothing holds
Binds with a staple
Two pages worth of random useless phrase
About childhood dream, about adolescent rebellion, about adult fantasy
Ending in the death of words
Cremated and stored in an urn
Respected and worshipped like gods
Ash of bones, dust of organs and superficial tokens
Later that same day
All ended up in a landfill of trash
May it rest in peace!

a pair of bamboo

A pair of bamboo
heal your soul.

A pair of heart
beat to love that never part.

Those two ole souls
never thought this day would come.

50 years, a long path home
green sanctuary replaces ole memories.

We are lost in the world
together till we become of earth.

Time Bomb - march 29, 2001

Mister Skull starring back
At the reflection from
The last man on earth's sunglasses
Enticing view
The raven flew over as
Mister Skull walked on
"Is this man next?"
(What a strange thought)
John Doe # # # # # # # # #
Marking him the target like many others
There is nothing to foreshadow
The ultimate truth is the numerous numbers
Of drafted soldiers
The cowards blame
The heroes die
Or vice versa

The arid winter hopes to see light
Across this barren no man's land
"Tick, tick" the glory machines
Whispering and waiting to be used
You know the pat on the back
It has been acknowledged
Spinning the wheel of grandeur each way
Life and war
The unsung waived to become
A physicist, a chemist,
But we are all Demi Gods of adaptations
Ceasing humanity.