the insignificant sand cells
sculpted by tangy waves
and mighty wind
become ever-changing landscape
menmories the lighthouse replays
between the sun and the moon
last a lifetime of agony
as well as happiness
the cycle of life and death
and the fragility of
inability to fortell
is the exact climax of beauty
I was given a title “Life is Not A Catwalk” as a prompt. Here I produced…
Fast fashion is not a lie
It’s the bright side we choose to see
Models walk on the illuminating stage
showing off the season’s new look like fireworks
a spur-of-the-moment glam and blink
There is the other side we refuse to see
the workers in the sweat shop
the carbon pollution emitted to the atmosphere
a lifetime unrepairable planet
If buying clothes makes you happy
there is something else also to bring you joy
Keep searching
You will find it and be satisfied
Her hands
traveled a great distance in time
from her mother’s nourishing bosoms
led by her father’s sturdy palms
Her hands
was given away to a trustworthy man
whose gentle touch unlocked her heart
overflown with joy
Her hands
were latched on by tiny fingers
fragile and angelic
never ever letting go
Her hands
traveled afar in the land
from the touch of life giving soil and rain
to the production line and paperwork
the wrinkles told of her life long hard work
the sun spots apprised her of a blessed long life
If we could change the past
If we could live the same minute twice
Would we?
If the past moment is the best
What is the purpose of living?
If the memory is the most traumatic
Why do we allow ourselves stuck in that?
If free will is the most powerful
Fear is a liar
Clearly we hold the best cards dealt in life
I can fly
I can hide
I can never say goodbye
Old school photos appear at night
Like yellow butterflies
I am so scared to blink too fast
You are gonna disappeare into the night
I can fly
I can hide
I can never say goodbye
Why does time seem so cruel
Never stops for my will
I am always chasing you
Somehow
I’ll never gonna turn back the time
We spent in moonlight
In sunshine
In starry sky
I can fly
I can hide
I can never say goodbye
They’re lyrics I wrote for a song unsung
Waiting for birth through the pure strings you play
Purified by the fire of your drum beats
They’re stories untold
In too late a Summer
Too early for Fall
I still ring the bells of our love affair
In my dreams filled with passion
I still ring the bells
They’re an illusion of life uninsured
Baiting for foolish souls like us, like us
Mimic every pure intend
Lure us in by nightfall
It’s too late to know
Dreams aren’t for real
I still wrote out the lyrics in blood
Out of a stone heart
Sleep walking in a lonely town
I still created with half a heart
Half a heart too much, too much
These lyrics without melody
Unsung songs fading in the back alley
Untold stories dying, dying, dying
La la la la la…
it is written in sign language
anxious words spilled on the page
like crawling ants
sweeping the sadness away in stanzas
vine leaves left between the pages
holding each memory
in a string of fading yellow hues
tears soak through the book covers
bleeding in mute replay
to earn the applause
of the reader
I don’t understand
Why we can be so stuck
In our failures
Unable to let them go
Refuse to let them hinder
Our present
And beyond
I imagine
The purpose of
Over drinking
Is to numb the pain
The humiliation
So we don’t feel
So we still have hope
Then why
Go back to lick up
The putrid vomit
To experience
the unwanted pain
We are complicated
Contradictory
As humans
Sometimes
Beyond our logical mind
Undeniably insane
We are
She smiles
A smile melts icy tears
Tear stricken eyes, he glances over
Over her spring blossom face
A face no man can turn away
Away from pain, she is calling
A call for home coming
Coming home to her
She smiles
Flicker of Thoughts 