I thought writing a bio would be an easy task
Surely I can fill half a page about me
What would the reader want to know about me
What part of me that I’m willing to share
What is the connection between me and my writing
Should it be humourous
Should I just wing it
Am I overthinking
Category: Poetry and Prose
Content
I’d have loved a plantation of bamboo
to shield me from the rough weather
and chaos of the world
But I’m content with a little blue clump
shooting up narrow leaves on skinny legs
A cup of tea
a good book
for great company
Life is full
The Decline of Loneliness
This poem is dedicated to readers who are feeling lonely, depressed and hopeless. You have strength left in you to reach out, to dial the number and say ‘I’m not ok’.
the crowded room
is suffocating
comprehension of conversation
is fading
nodding
avoiding eye contcact
diminishing in chatter
and laughter
party is over
quick
shut the door
make myself small
curl up in a ball
sleep is not coming
live life vicariously
through social feeds
play some music
read some poetry
fighting loneliness
alone
the morning sun
is way too bright
red eyed
sallow skin
coffee tastes bland
not hungry
lack of will
to face the day
should check the mailbox
someone may wave
smile
and says Hi
it’s so worth getting up
step out
to see
hear
and
feel again
the door is locked
two metres is too far away
my will is too short-lived
rescue is too distant
drowning further down
into the whirlpool
of nothingness
on Boxing Day
The Truth Lost in the Mad Season
Apparently
calls to Lifeline
during Christmas
dramatically increased
One in three people reported
that they were lonely
We tend to
think about Christmas
as gift giving
family gathering
holiday planning
What if
you are all alone
and get fed these lies
What if
no one has told you
that Christmas is not
just about a saviour was born
because a lonely person thinks
so what that Jesus’ born
What if
someone tells you
that God so loved us
He sent His beloved Son
to earth
born and raised
in human form
Jesus lived among humans
and suffered a terrible death
for crimes He didn’t commit
to exchange for
things we did wrong
people we hurt
for a fresh start
for all of us
even the really bad guys
Christmas is about hope
the hope of
a life long friendship
with Jesus
the hope for
a fresh start
the hope of
being immensely loved
by God
Out of Place
The adductor
in the gym
makes me think of
right move
wrong place
Cross Path
I thought I saw a glimpse of you
My heart raced like a train wreck
My body temperature turned icy
like a snowman had no legs to run
Before my mind could encapsulate
you dissapeared in the crowded street
like an out of focus storyline
Afar
I see you better
when I close my eyes
I hear you clearly
in echoes
when I shout out your name
You are near
when we are strangers
Blank
I lost poetry on a sunny day
Your shadow walked away
The Deep Diver
Don’t you love it
that Spotify tells you
what kind of a music listener
you are
based on a year of play history?
AI pays me undivided attention
all hours of my life.
Aren’t they lovely?
Am I convinced that
what they define me
is true to myself?
Music is boundless
to my listening ears;
Appreciation to music
is also without hindrances.
卵石和竹林
如果你是河底的卵石
我愿是你周围的竹林
守望着你洁白的平静
时光见证我们的永恒
Flicker of Thoughts 