I don’t want to be awake
from a field of yearning tulips
under the indigo violet sky
I want to stay dreaming of
a future of you and me
in earnest paint brush strokes
and
waterfalls of poetry
It is like a music box!
A beautiful collection showcasing a collective of world-wide talents.
When I was reading it, it was like listening to a music box playing timeless tunes throughout time.
The different writing styles from various poets and poetesses kept me engaging and stimulating my senses.
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Not All Dreams Come True
The recurring dream visited me again
I lie weak and still
in a white bleach bed
The IV drips in a limestone cave
dissociates from my vein
His magnetic reading voice
drifting in and out of my conscious
sometimes the news
sometimes poetry
sometimes from my favourite novel
The sun is warm and bright
My inside is just a set of dying organs
My eyes surrender to the light
I woke up in the middle of the night
It was raining outside
The reality hit me
He was so far away from me
Dying alone was no longer a dream.
#songshare – If
Window Shopping and Fantasies
click
flying into the cart
1 floral sundress
hmm sex on the kitchen bench
click
adding 1 to the cart
1 pair of thigh high boots
fuck me or fuck me not
click
one more to the cart
1 luxurious persian rug
bye bye carpet burns
click
there you go on your way
1 baby onesies
oops…
click, click, click, click
clear the cart
click “X”
that was therapeutical
Untied
An effortless collaboration with Ben, do check out his amazing poetry on Instagram Remedy Poems
My words are falling
over your collarbone
like loose strands
dipped in charcoal
bleeding through skin
The things you craved
but now regret
Home is a memory
distant and frostbitten
Abandoned
by turquoise hands
Words of Encouragement
A poem written by 10 years old Ben L. for the children in Ronald McDonald House, Sydney, Australia.
Love is like rain
It falls onto the grass
Going pitter patter
Making it grow
Like God’s love for you
Have courage
Be brave
God is with you
to achieve all good things
Have no fear
God is here
Maths
Fight for us!
How? I am powerless.
Love is the most powerful thing. Isn’t it?
I love you. Isn’t it enough?
You love me is only 50% of power.
What?
You love you is the other 50%.
Writing for the Soul
I have recently written this piece with Ben, whom I share similar way in writing poetry, from the concept beginning lines to the last word fine tune. Do check out his blog Benjamin Grossman
I savour your words on my tongue daily
Reading aloud your thoughts and feelings
As if sampling a handcrafted recipe
Words, by their prowess, bring life or death
From yours, I only taste an antidote
Each sentence a mouthful of succulent nourishment
Leafy greens of personification and aromatic spices of diction
Lines of sugar poured over smoldering pages
The flavor of an elite story
Always I crave your expression
Every fibre yearning for your art
Never stop writing
Your every scribble satiates my soul
Beyond Comprehension
A translation of Jun’s poem “未参尽的缘”
She is my past, present and future.
She is the incomprehensible fate of my life and death.
She is my beloved book, read and reread.
She is my root, let love grow deep into the ground.
She is my play pet in virtual world, my queen in reality.
Eventually,
I will turn to dust,
disappearing into the sea of her eyes,
grain by grain,
never give up existing.
未参尽的缘
她是我的曾经 今世与将来
她是我生与死未參尽的缘
她是我的一本书，掩卷后可再阅
她是我的根，让爱扎进大地
她是我虚拟世界的玩宠又是现实的女神
我终将变成尘埃，
一粒一粒迷进她的眼海，
终将不放松地存在
Flicker of Thoughts 