(2013)
Poem about how sometimes its just a personal struggle to fit in or to understand your place in a group of friends.
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Ask me who he is A tall tree and branches keen words drop; leaves shaken I try to collect them all But forget them by the stream
Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply
A soft fluttering A pulse that pushes beyond Beating of the heart Oh to express the joys of, A soap opera here and there
The words are muffled and shifting… The pounding won’t stop, the fraye… I hold onto a thread, a little blu… The tension is mine; it is a pain… Frenzied energy drains from my fin…
A sudden waking From formless blinking through dre… Please, just one more year! Surprised to glance the moon’s fac… An hour before her phase
Bickering tree frogs Endless croaking back and forth Dream a soothing song One where two branches can meet In this capital forest
Delicate surprise From behind blind-folded eyes That glint of glitter Sprinkle, sprinkle, floating down We reach out, we grasp, we drink
My Grandfather’s last dream In a deep sea of white, heavy thun… Until a peaceful respite blinks What will it bring? Will the rain… With their piercing showers, will…
Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils
To cover the tears Some men will drown their sorrows Some just run away Some even will board their hearths To me? A path of rom-com
My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old
A sudden rain flux A faintly calling whisper To turn off eyelids Yet I cannot shake my dream For just another hour
Tiny flashing lights Figures entwine together Closer and closer ‘closer than ever’ they say Beside our computer screens
To puddle one’s words Few are willing to admit Myself least of all To fall and land upon earth Closer to Earth than before?
I guess it’s about that time again time for another pointless relapse Time, like a dusty album record Spinning, around and around on end I want the needle to break or veer…