Category Archives: Despair

Poem: Mind Paralysis

Little by little;
dripping ’em in the jar
namely full of hope with no despair,
I can do thousands per day;
while some couldn’t even in a month,
Blame not the weather
that is of porn-interested mentality
Paralyzes —

Poem: Say What?

What if I don’t dress like my age
where everyone does? What about
an elderly woman who fit to be
a grandmother who dressed like a whore
is crawling towards —

my dream lover,
who is holding another girl.
I cry and cry ripping that fur.
Get him over. One day I will.
But for now, please allow me
to grief —

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: The Prayer

Dear Heaven & Earth,

Heal my soul
Save me from this fire,
Grant me peace
May the world is the greater
place to live

No hell on earth.
Nurse my depression
Treat it with kindness
A pardoning heart
Propounding secrecy with love

From
An
Ingénue

Poem: Life

If there’s a chance to love again
I will choose wisely besides following my heart
If there’s a time to voice my opinion
I think not only me but the rest

Life has a beginning but ending isn’t always happy
Be contented is the way back to basic
The more you hope for; the worst may come to you
I’m not being pessimistic. This is what I’ve been

You don’t know my strength until you brew me dry
When I rise I’ll soar directly like an eagle to the sky

Poem: Perfect Fan

I am one in the million
Or billion
I am not as expressive
like others

I heard you were in town
Not going
Hate the crowd and noises
can’t have you for me

I promise not to say
the ‘L’ word
It comes with uninhibited financial support
and lots of it; I can’t afford

I am an imperfect fan
not a stalker
I don’t want to be known as one
no connection between us

You have a sick fan
very sick
Confused and depressed
an unacceptable talented person

Searching for the conglomerate of words
just too smart
Nobody’s willing to give an opportunity
to shine

Continue to create passionately
Believing never too far
Within the reach only the matter of time
Improvise

We shan’t meet
Wearing the mask made of Clinique
Tell me that you’re imperfect too
So to be at your rank

They say actor is heartless
I say one man’s fortune makes the less for others

– – –

Dear Gems,

Let me take the time to thank each one of you for ‘liking’ and following my blog. I truly appreciate it from the bottom of my heart. On the other hand, I’ve been composing lyrics too. So, I may want to start a lyrical poem on weekends only, as some of my followers are musicians. What do you all think?

Poem: Blind

No reply
They’re no where

Dead people
Untraceable and incomplete

Despising you
Taking for granted

Loud noises
can’t be seen

Disjointed limbs
Stitching takes time

Blind people
in merry go round

Poem: Worthwhile Destiny

You left me because I’m sick
You love her because she’s pretty
I’ve found me after you’ve parted
Now I know what’s my worth

You left me so I can start a new chapter
You love her so she can carry your baby
I have to keep going to become stronger
I was born to this; to tell a story of me

She left you because you’re clingy
She loves you because of your gold
I’m glad I have nothing to do with this
Now God has a better plan for me to strive

I’ve kept my head held up high
My world is different from others
But you are not accepted in this
For you don’t know what you’re worth

I’ve drank morphine like a glass of wine
I’ve drove to the barricade of the deepest slope
I’ve cracked my nerve to compose the best work
‘Til the day I fall, I’ll resurrect with dignity

Poem: September Candle Rose

Another anniversary
Not a celebration
Twelve years a history – unforgotten

I don’t know much about this
I wasn’t there
But I feel the pain they felt

The last second
before their last breath
What were in their head?

No survivors
The escaped without a route
Perished souls buried in debris

No play of reincarnation
Virgil prayers for peaceful rest
Memories engraving tombs

Candle continues burning
in the month of eleventh
Mediums whispering to the dead

Justice served
with the death of uncountable
Photographs gripping tightly

Sons and daughters
Fathers and mothers
Husbands and wives – victims listed

Still celebrating black
Christmas, Valentine’s, Birthdays, Hanukkah
Eyes blinded by tears

Love blossoms
Amongst the affected families
Their portrait tattooed in heart

– – –

Thanks for all your concern. I’m supposed to be on a break. In conjunction with this day that we shouldn’t forget. I’ve written a tribute poem to mark for this day. A day that none of us will forget.

Poem: Bolster

Caressing you into my dream
You came alive by the stream
Dressed like Lincoln by the Clockwork Steam
Your arms around me like tentacles cream
Kissing me, sweet and yet, dimmed –

Can’t wait for midnight; you and I
Pouring all my sadness tonight
Sharing happiness within our sight
On the bed; our home you’re the kind
How I wish you are my Mister Right?

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