The Bad Guy
|Mar. 6th, 2006 12:11 am summer days|
The strings, lovely are they to my ears,Leave a comment
Slowly plucking away the beats, one-by-one,
Hanging by a single note, pulling me towards
You my dear. Oh the beauty that besets the page
Of Clefs and Trebles, of crescendos and diminuendos--
Forte beats my heart! Only for you do I lose myself
In the streams of golden glory, only in the light
Do I see your eyes. You're constant gaze fixates me
to that one idea lingering in mid thought - of noon day
lullabies, and sunset good morns; In the clear river
Of my youth we belong, as paint against the canvas,
Mixing in tints and shades, to hot summer days
Where the sun is relentless against our strong bodies;
Oh those days I reminisce! Rainy evening bliss!
Trickling drops of rain against my neck,
Water vision swatted away by lashes sandwiching dew,
In these blurry visions I see you, clearness of my soul
In those blistering summer afternoons, lying on the grass
serene as babes, on those hot summer days.
|Mar. 5th, 2006 11:28 am Ode to a shop girl|
With rolls of your tongue in sharp tonesLeave a comment
I swelter to you, languid dreams
of nightly visits from you, my woes
behold me to such visions by such means!
Pain is to know the absence, to feel the lack
of tenderness and eyes in scope,
My pain derives from the plentiful, the hills of slack
plaguing my existence to know no ends,
but to know your face, your fantastical figure full of
youth to behold at the touch of my hands,
I know now nothing worth noting during nights;
The destructive moon knows nothing of what I feel,
but feels all of what I miss. How lucky moon!
to gaze at my sweetheart's watery eyes every full set,
you hold all that is valuable, to me, while I value
nothing but to gaze at those water eyes of my sweetheart
never too late, and never too soon.
|Feb. 20th, 2006 12:38 pm|
The Softness of your finger tips are bare,Leave a comment
They braze my skin and scrape the surface of
My eye lids as the world departs from here,
To leave me in the dark with you my love.
|Jan. 28th, 2006 10:05 pm|
"If time had a place and space for your past-Leave a comment
like a little novel that you wanted to read again and again.
would i be in your novel?
would i begin and end in it?"
|Jan. 26th, 2006 09:39 pm|
Tulips bloom in fresh meadows lightLeave a comment
As we raise our necks to the promised land,
To be saved is to know
Is to taste the sweetness
But my God doesn't believe in you,
My God I keep with me, a little piece of Heaven
tucked inside my velvet red pocket.
|Jan. 23rd, 2006 05:55 pm|
Moisture on the tip of her lips, in beads of perspiration forming pearls above those thin pink strips.Leave a comment
|Jan. 18th, 2006 08:14 pm|
Old willow scratching against the surface of my demeanorLeave a comment
to whistling winds amidst hills of promise,
To give life to this weary vessel
whose mere existence foreshadows forever sorrow.
Though it be fate that young faces do suffer
the ever turns of raptuous winds,
I do find my own suffering due at the hands
of eluding summers; They to leave breathless
in the wake of a forever dreamer.
I do beseech from wheres strength arises
to instill in my heart the will to move forward,
Young mistresses tempt me at the corners
but your scent forces me under your covers.
|Jan. 16th, 2006 05:31 pm|
Rolling along paths of marsh,Leave a comment
unperturbed by blinking eyes.
A flash of lightning blinds the mind
to events that occur at the birth of
|Jan. 14th, 2006 10:36 pm unease|
Hardly any reaction unbound in emotionLeave a comment
to these motions of forward wind
and backward grace -
I sit here blankly idle,
amidst twilight beauties
and endless floods of heavenly bodies.
My heart is but an empty vessel
years of drainage
left in rubbles of destructive order...
this soul needs companionship
hardships and loveships
and sweet scents of nature -
Her scalp smells fresh -
scents of country breeze,
hormonal balance to my ease
to set this mind to pleasure.
|Jan. 14th, 2006 10:32 pm update|
Classes will start officially on Tuesday. I received a reply from Linna last Tuesday which I wasn't expecting at all. The Binary Solutions classes have been going pretty well. Nothing else to say, I hope my grandma pulls through because I don't think I can ever enjoy Shanghai without her there. Mom's going back to China next week to go see grandma. I'm a jumbled mess of emotions right now, but at the same time lacking true feeling and direction. I can't seem to look forward to anything in the near future. I can only picture the summer in China, hopefully I'll get the scholarship for summer abroad. But even with that, I can't muster up the amount of enthusiasm I'd normally have. I'm not quite sure what's happening right now. I hope things will look up soon.Leave a comment
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