Tag: poem
Secrets of a rainy night
On the roof is confrontation that strangely comforts me and my little brothers, asleep through this pitter-patter. In our room, it resonates this sound, through this this noise: they can sleep lying dogs after a long day and I in here can breathe, stay still, finally, still. The rain seeps through the ceiling making our…
‘Riveted’
A magic pill that brings forth wakefulness instantaneously to my sleeping hippocampus sedated by the lullof every ticking time bombs: dead-lineswhere the living humans lie—this word is my panaceathat an unseen spirit injects often without consentlike emergency aid before all is too lateand there is no one in the roombut the patient and the medicine…
초코파이
There was a box of choco piemeant for youleft behind the hidden door of the pantryback there in the place where home meant alonefor me, at least, that was what I had wantedunless otherwise meant I could walk you backto where you had wanted to beI think it was October too that was supposedlya last…
stress, eating, stress-eating
It is a cultural thing to eat with one’s hands: coming from one of the many archipelagos in Asia, it is a cultural thing to touch food directly here. It is more than a cultural thing, if one thinks about it how else did everyone else’s ancestors eat before the invention of chopsticks? I usually…
Being, doing, tiring
I heard it was said that resistance is a form of anger what then is this anger for? I cannot even see it only feel the tingles underneath my eyes Burning, oh, how they burn The yellow light from the distance remind me of hope, some home far away Except that home is not mine,…
summer supernova
God’s Face
my career as a writer revolved around the problem of pain again and again to the same questions, an old wound that never quite heals from my books, their anguished stories to my doubts calling after me I have learned to not answer One question, however, Do I know of only one way about suffering…
Rebuilding
the city he remembered and loved was no longer there. And so was hea hit-or-miss proposition . . . sorrow and loss so significantin exile, the desperate plight of devastationlies with fire and return to reminisce to rebuild the damaged parts of our power changing us for the future
Summer supernova
i never really liked summerit was always too hot for my likingthat time with the sun would just burnmy ultra-sensitive skinbut staying in my room was never an optionthe sun and iwould always have to meetevery single day of that unfortunate season this year, however,i met you insteadon the fourththe hottest day of the decadethe…
Ceasefire
My winged horse jumps and neighs with all mightHis loudest movement is but a whisperTo the effortless fluttering and heightOf my fiery serpentine contender With both hands and strength: a slash of steel, oreIn a second, my eyes close; unwilling.The motion brings me to her embrace, warmLike the summer field, slow walk, hand-holding Warmth: that…