Category Archives: Tragedy

Flash fiction: If This Is How It Ends

Sneak preview of If This Is How it Ends

“A woman in pauper dress ambled into the colonial room with a Monogram suitcase. She glimpsed at the man with pot-belly aka The Boss.”

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Much love…

Poem: One Hundred Days

Velvet sky of disclosure,
We have been two-thousand
and four-hundred hours apart,
Scars are so brand new, still —
I have been breathing hard
lately. Only then I learn to be
stronger, like I have promised you
before your last breath that I will
never give up. Never for Mama and myself —
I will not cry the same tears,
But it will be of different taste. Someday
another new chapter
when a vow is exchanged
with the One who loves me. —

Poem: Cold

Wings you’ve attached,
Souls and love we detached,
I stood alone in deformity,
Unsettled in those pieces,
I left in my agony,
With this heart
I sacrifice and bleed,
Until the day we meet,
Beyond the beautiful shore
I have created,
Please don’t ignore
the devoted love I’ve possessed in you.

Poem: Intoxication

Sleepless and restless night,
Crying to shut my sight,
My mind spinning like whirlpool.
Trying to control
before acting like a fool,
Something in me still haunting,
Like a river flowing endlessly,

Questioning myself,
Playing tricks with my emotion,
Complicated and of twisted imagination,
My reflection beneath my action,
Speak softly and whispering to you,
Do you know the real me?

Why l have to love you?
Tell me l shouldn’t,
Then I’ll be lost,
Give me the courage to say
that l love and can never lose you,
Feel me with your heartbeat,
Kissing your sweet lips,
My desire running wild,
Hopelessly addicted to you,
l wish that’s me
when you were lying down with her.

Look in your eyes when the morning comes,
What was there beneath the sheets?
In thousands pint of venomous epidemic
How can l express my feelings?
Will you turn me away?
Where am l to be?
l feel sorry for myself,
Forgive me for l am wrong;
Promises you made
Shall put yourself into shame,
Never ask me how to love her,
For l will break down and cry.

l wouldn’t recognize my own tears
or pain l suffered,
Darkness shadowed my soul,
World has been through changes,
Two person in a separate condition,
Confused by your unpredictable thoughts,
I’m in your path of intoxication.

Poem: Let me Love You

You face death,
Alone; l help you to pull the trigger,
Forgive me if l didn’t tell you,
How much l should have appreciated,
Your acquaintance smile,
Couldn’t tell how pleasant it was.
Pardon me for being damn selfish,
People around you,
Used, betrayed, judged and cast,
I never know or pretend not to care,
That your mental faculty,
You need love to heal your crawling wound.
Remember when you first hug and hold me
To your arms; You look like a clown
Wish l could turn back time,
Return to my childhood where
l could have know you more.
You have broken by the fire-burning,
Dream about you; Thinking of you,
Perhaps, I’m regret for not cherish our last moment,
I’m suppose to express my feelings,
Can anyone visualize how my bitter heart goes?
Mommy missed you,
Grandma is proud of you,
What a remorseful atmosphere; That we have here.
Daddy reminiscence the conversation you had,
Strong, courageous and brave attitude you once preserved.
Too late to cry; My darling,
You said – I’ve got to leave.
Where are you going?
ls there a happy; Peaceful place where you can belong now?
Days have past by me slow,
Awaken from my dream and you went away,
Questioning myself; l need to be responsible.
Not for your passing; But to promise
That my love for you shall never shed.

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This is a tribute poem I wrote a decade ago for someone who I never got the chance to say how much I loved him. Looking back, it’s something really sad. Through words, it’s least what I can express.

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