Monthly Archives: April 2014

Poem: Pleasure’s Mine

The smell of that after rain,
Oceanfront and protruded landscape,
Being the child who lives in hue,
Craft your smile upon my face,
where silencer starts aiming at boys –
Innocence and sweet –
Grilling them to their knees.

Poem: Anniversary II

I asked him what’s the purpose of the maple leaf,
in a spur of moment. He grinned, I didn’t utter a word.
Instead, he asked me to go ahead and laugh.
He doesn’t mind. Most people think collecting maple
leaves being ridiculous and gay.

Coincidentally, we stayed in the same hostel,
but in a different dormitory. He insisted to treat
me breakfast the next day. Tim Hortons was two blocks away.

We walked in, there was a couple
sitting opposite our direction, who professed his love
to this girl. She asked the boy to prove his love to her?
The boy was perplexed. The girl then began showing her sinister grin.
The boy took the plate of an unfinished sandwich from the next table
and ate it in front of her. While I was disgusted by this sick joke,
he whispered. “Look at how romantic those lovebirds are.”

During dinner, he ate like a glutton and then drank himself away,
digesting bottles after bottles of alcoholic fermented malt.
We spent a night at the Waterfront Station,
sleeping on the bench. As we were on our way back to the hostel,
the only word he said was I’m sorry.

Poem: Anniversary I

I start the day by rushing to the nearest café
for a soy milk latte. When the darkness consumes
the starlight, I’ll stop working on my manuscripts
and submitting to a quick bite before stomach acid
has rolled in. Cindy the cashier was fascinated
with the tiny-bottle-like locket around my neck.
“It looks like quicksand how adorable.”
As friendly as she was, I preferred to talk less
due to her musky perfume.

The time of this day, I had our favourite song
humming inside my head. Like a ghost of the past,
I imagined your voice breathed into this room.
How could I forget that day when we first met;
two people came thus far to a fateful place?
It was never premeditated. It just happened when
we reached for the similar maple leaf, right under
the Gastown steam clock. Your warmest smile and
those deep eyes were an invitation to treat.

Poem: The Reason

Suddenly you’re important to me
I know the reason why
But I rather keep them at the back
of my mind. Hopefully I shall forget
soon before the next hurricane tumbling

Try to search for a convincing moment,
some kind of psycho-analysis pep-talk
Calculating empty bottles
in the hotel room, anywhere but my room.
However it’ll remain the same when tomorrow

comes. I started a chapter with you
Though it ended shortly with bitterness;
relatively sweet, too. Trillions of
breaths and there you are. Only now that
I’ve begun to write one without you

Poem: Funny How

the term meant to be
usually crosses someone
else’s mind, in a spur of
moment. Watching the bond
that has been shrouded with
faithless grasp, mending the way
out, cutting the queue w/out
giving a second thought.
Someone who’ll never
ever know what he’d said –
so ignorant and isn’t a bliss
after all they hadn’t started
the pain to fix own’s broken-
heart. Ode to the friendship
that is in the midst of blooming
Segregation is a must when
there’s another factor to deal;
unforeseeable at first; but then
the weight is beyond repair
so one has to choose to stay
while I rather leave this space
to create an empty fixture for
anyone’s pleasure and merry-making

Poem: When Morning Comes

I thought I couldn’t make it
but I can. I’ve learned to accept
the fact that you’ve
chosen the road, adamant
to the core; doesn’t live

to shake me. Still me on petite feet,
looking back I should have spoken the truth
You know I can’t due to these tears
choking back, swallowing harder than
it used to be. Biting my tongue ’til it

bleed. If a drop from the desert rose is price-
less diamond, then cultivate them my dear love;
I shall donate them to the unfortunate &
the poor. Shaping a heart that’s larger
than life. For you’ve taught me so with tenderness

Yangsze Choo

Likes to eat and read

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“Trusting God turns the deepest crisis into the highest praise.”

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Sincerely, Shalom

我除了與我的根重新連結, 也種植我的新生活。

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