She said
I fear I’m destined to be my own anchor from now on
I said
You’ll have to have pointed legs
She laughed
Well, I’m a ballerina afterall
I cheered
I know you have it in you
心动
素颜的女生最可爱
微卷着半脸的刘海
韵香随着微风扑来
她不觉察我在发呆
花树下心动的男孩
English translation by meaning:
The plain face girl is the cutest
Her wavy bang covers half of her face
The breeze sends her sweet scent straight to me
She doesn’t notice that I am in a trance
A boy who is falling in love standing underneath a blossom tree
His Greatest Asset
He is banned from speaking
whenever he wants to start again
🤫 That’s what he gets
But it’s hard to not get tempted
He tries to make a sound
STOP! She cried
My tummy hurts
and I’m gonna pee my pants.
Who would have thought
humour could be charming
and hazardous
You Are Dead to Me
A six sentence story based on Denise’s prompt – Guard
The Queen has an oinker son who is deserved of being barbecued, for he is a pedophile.
He was born with a silver spoon and has been milking it ever since.
When the shit hit the fan, he hurried to cling to his mother’s skirts.
‘My Queen, I have been naughty; in your Holy book, I am forgiven, it’s my right to be forgiven by you, Mother.’
The Queen swallowed her tears and called out ‘ Guards’.
‘Oh no Mother…oh no…how about my teddies?’ while he was dragged out of the palace.
Taking Chances
Written based on Living Poetry prompt – Restaurant
She goes to her local restaurant
with no bookings
all days of the week
Most days she is accommodated
Busy days, she refuses to leave
Instead
she keeps waiting
hoping someone, some group
takes pitty on her
and willing to share a table
She will repay such kindness
by taking care of the bills
big or small
She doesn’t care
The money is so insignificant
comparing to the company she gets
The only company she gets
Pieces of Me
My footprints left on your floorboard
Strands of hair clung to the drain
Perfume stained the collar of your shirt
Whisper of ‘I love you’ echoed in your thoughts
Pieces of me stayed in love
with you
Thesaurus of Blank Pages
When I asked Bree to write together, she generously shared with me a poem she’d already crafted. I wrote in with her effortlessly like a little leaf floating along a river.
It’s difficult to find the words some days
I’m a thesaurus full of blank pages
Trying to dig between the emptiness
old stories stare back at me
characters having a banter party
without me
There must be unfinished business with those ghosts of my past
They invade my waking moments
eating up my creativity
thieving all the phrases that used to live inside my mind
I gather my strength
focus my weary mind
willing the words to come back
Surely if I shake the past hard enough
they’ll release all they hold captive
and start falling like cherry blossoms covering every crevice and crack of the page
You and Me
I love you because
I carry you wherever
I go.
You are neurons.
You dictate how
I feel.
We are inseparable
in sleep or waking moments.
Will death ever do us apart?
月相连
The Chinese mid-autumn festival traditionaly is a reunion time for family and love ones. I thought to write a love poem to celebrate. I hope google translator does this poem justice 🙃.
你的微笑是我院里的桃花
你的寂寞是我窗外的梧桐
你的挂念是留声机的情歌
你流的泪成了我天空的雨
此时是中秋佳节明月当空
让我的皓月照亮你的阴云
People Do Get Healed
Three years ago
I had to call you your new name
Your birth name was buried with tragedy and trauma
There were times you slipped
when you felt the day was good enough to be yourself
Three years flew by
When you called me all of a sudden
I heard your name
like a chime in the wind
soft and clear
You told me you have found yourself
in ruin and rubbles
still beautiful and worthy
Healing came when you reconciled with your past
and saved the best for last
My eyes welled up
into a smile
‘People do get healed’
plastered my thoughts
Flicker of Thoughts 