April 2012
2 posts
Un
Satisfaction.
You know,
sometimes when I think about it all,
I can’t help but smile,
knowing that we were
or are..
There’s four of us you know?
This journey,
has been an eventful one,
and I will never regret it.
Swept away
This hair that falls so silently out of place,
out from your finger tips
and it gasps—
finally, that breath of air that it has so longed for.
The feeling of comfort that doesn’t long for growth,
finesse,
class.
Falling in love with something that simply is,
simply being with it.
She sends her legs up into a leap,
falling gracefully,
knowing that this fall would be the...
March 2012
1 post
You know what?
Perhaps God is the most brilliant poet that ever was and is.
What we are,
who we are,
and what this is:
life,
is but a short poem
that has yet to be dissected or interpreted.
So many opinions
and so many confused,
at complete amazement
or anger
or in love
with this masterpiece that is too big to be confined to be framed or made tangible.
This thing that we just can’t quite...
February 2012
5 posts
“Quite amazing and uplifting.”
Writing: Riding
Winds sail across
the hair behind my ears
to hear that you’re there
all the time
even when I seem to be in the right
to your
wrong.
The colloquialism that used to consume
our daily exchanges of currency
of wise words
learned from past battles,
past winnings
and losings,
just for you,
the past.
Resonating so loudly
in the inbetween of our bellies of sorrow,
crying
with...
Some of the time, or most.
There are times when I catch myself
talking with who you used to be,
wanting to apologize for the crimes written on my record.
I want to give you my sorry,
hand it to you,
place it at the tips of your lobes,
and watch it sail into your ears,
and just wait.
Sometimes I find myself flirting with this idea
of just doing it all over
doing it differently,
how it may be,
or may not be,
...
Wolf: This is for you, my old friend.
Our own preoccupations that has the tendency to overshadow the breeze beneath your brown-like pupils
that circulates itself into a whirling pool of truth
and matter
that undermines the voices of dissent that shout for freedom.
Freedom for thought
and for praise,
to do and to
not
do as they presume so.
One that is neither given or acquired, but rather, just is
as it is
as you are
and...
September 2011
2 posts
Fruitful thoughts, pestful flies
And you stood there,
Clutching your arms tightly together,
as if to avoid their stares or your stammer.
Your dark brown hair slickly pulled back behind your ears,
your watchful eyes following their prized feet.
If only you could see then,
what I see now.
Your oversized backpack hung from your shoulders like a hopeless cliff,
your steady pace,
and your new face, untouched by the your...
Glorification
It’s quite interesting to see my footprints upon your mind.
How you
ignore,
yet
embrace
the silhouette that once stood next to you.
Oh dear friend.
Perhaps, I should stop using that word.
The word that expresses a million emotions and caps a billion memories into a single 6-letter word.
I see that you’re happier now,
and if only I could
lend you a few words
of my once...
May 2011
4 posts
State of confusion
Standing, staring at a gate open wide
asking for my entrance,
asking for my presence onto the other side.
I know not what it has,
but I’m just so curious to know.
How does it feel
to not care
or
breathe the air of friendship?
How does it feel to look at the stranger,
and have them just be a stranger—
nothing more, nothing less.
I guess…
perhaps…
some things...
heart-shaped leaves
My hair wrapped around my fingers
like babies legs around one’s waist.
How I miss the scent of home
and the feeling of security.
Here.
With glaring eyes that interrogate my character, I do not know how I should act.
Presumably, I act like myself—
I’m bad at playing any other character.
I’m a bit awkward.
Actually, I’m really awkward.
Does this make me...
April 2010
1 post
faceless monster
Find yourself in chaos—and embrace it. Learn to love the faults of yourself and others. Learn to love those who mock, spit on, and laugh at you—because even they are human. Tell yourself that they meant no harm. This will take a lifetime of practice and even when you lay peacefully on your deathbed, you will still not be satisfied. But it’s alright, squeeze all that you can out...
December 2009
3 posts
NoName.
To feel a pain that is different from emotional pain doesn’t make someone crazy—
It makes them human.
To want to feel a pain that stems from somewhere other than emotions doesn’t make them crazy—
It makes them human.
It’s okay to want to feel pain
And it’s okay to want to hurt
It’s okay to want…
Just as it is okay to laugh
—it is okay to cry.
Just as it is okay to rejoice
—it...
November 2009
1 post
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October 2009
1 post
mySun[rain]bow.
Walk to class
How pretty the air looks,
And how fragrant the tower is.
Green grass – so vibrant, I don’t know if my eyes are brave enough to face it
—What is being brave?
Is it protesting in front of thousands of people about a cause you care about?
Or
Is it walking to class on zero hours of sleep?
What
Is
It?
Who
Am
I?
I like how the trees are so friendly
How they wave...
September 2009
1 post
Change
life has changed all around me;
I hate change—
with a passion of a million burning suns.
The faces I’ve grown so accustomed to — Gone.
My Heart — Gone.
My Mind — Gone.
My Laughter — Gone.
My happiness — Gone.
But one thing remains;
and it’s rooted in everyone that I’ve ever met.
My mom.
My dad.
My family.
My cousins.
My lo<3r.
...
June 2009
5 posts
Reasons.
Because when my heart hurts
it tells me.
It tells me to step away from the source of pain,
to keep myself sane.
I am thankful for it.
It makes and keeps me strong.
You claim that you’ve never showed any unappreciation for my family,
but you are not in my skin
and
you are not enraptured in my emotions
—when
i try to talk myself out of crying.
You, my friend, have no clue as...
Tries: defeat; success; anxiety
I try again and agian.
Will I get it?
I
dont
know.
I have better things to worry about;
right?
like
Apples
Alepete
Pea
Peal
.
golden dragons
green apples
crunchy marshmellows.
smelly fitting rooms
and
-a greedy stomach.
full bladder,
hindered mind,
second place,
last place.
‘The only one to have a six letter word’
—user—
of
me.
Should i help?
...
blankage
today i got a delivery.
it sat on my front step
i wasnt sure whether i would like to open it;
afraid that the numb feeling that i felt would leave me;
that the morphine would be replaced by nicotine.
i died once upon a time
and id prefer not to again belong to that rhyme.
the box was pure;
it was beautiful.
like nothing ive seen before.
neatly shaped
perfectly layed
completely fake.
...
Ride home
I like it when the sun finally wins the battle with the oppressive rain. The light poles and trees appear surreal, as though they’re more “real” than they were an hour ago. Odd. And how the trees and tree trunks appear so much crisper like potatoe chips on windy winter nights; With every curve of the leaf as defined as a woman’s eyeliner vividly drawn upon her lower lid. Then the “Wow, rainbow!”...
May 2009
28 posts
Concluding Thoughts
It’s like running into a brick wall, knowing that you’ll only come out of it bruised and traumatized.
Who’d put themselves through that?
I would.
You would.
We would.
We do.
Our 12 years of work is somehow validated through the tiny tassel and the golden sash that will caress our necks on that day.
The sleepless nights;
The constant stages of insomnia are understated in the shimmer of that...
epoH
There are those who stay in there steel-built walls who care not to cry or wonder at all. Then there are those who cannot escape, who pray for that day, the day to get away. I am neither. I am no in-between either. The change I see around me is painful. The crash of the economy. The gradually approaching white hairs upon my father’s head. The panic my mother experiences as she scrambles to find...
Seed of a seed;
ShoveItAlready.Don’t try to make polite conversations with me when your words are burdened and your lies shallow. Your eyes burn with fire for revenge and of hypocrisy. Your mouth speaks of false pretenses and the rehearsed lines are built upon an unstable foundation that would shatter at the mere touch of purity. Oh you naive mockingbird, mimicking all that you see nevertheless performing...
20Oct2007
As we sit in our steel built walls, do we care at all?
The deaths and births announced as a though a lotto is on the win.
The young-love ideals manifests in teens while renouncing their kin
Hearts worn and torn,
Of what form are we from?
Shall we conform or reform?
Uniform we should stand, but that is not our hand.
The cards are being played out with every breath taken, people are aching.
...
mother
I lay down each night unsure of the day that lies ahead, nonetheless, my conscious is free of guilt, fears, hopes and dreams as my exhausted eyelids peacefully seal to the symphony of God’s voice.
His lullabies cradle me to a place that’s indescribable, a place where my grandma can sew again free of worries, where my mom can love us without the meddling call of pain, a place where my...
the seed
The sun rises as the moon sets. We wake up as other lay their heads to sleep. We laugh without the knowledge of the torment and scars we are inflicting upon that individual. We walts around and pretend we’re the best while stomping upon the heads and shoulders of others who don’t speak their mind. We cry for things unworthy and we waste billions of dollars waging wars that can never be...
Resemblance?: Acid and the one who got away.
Hello. My name is anonymous. I am always here and never there. You notice me but you never know me. Im always here where you are but you never wave hi. I always smile to make you smile but you never give thanks. i always cry when you cry. my name is anonymous, and if you were wondering this is how much it hurts. your acid on my open wounds; with my blood pouring into your hands, yet your ignorance...
a giggle
I’ll admit your words have had an effect on me and my understanding of good people. Your shallow lies breeds false pretenses and the bare truth is fogged by the lies upon your breath. Jealousy leads to things uncalled for. Your jealousy runs thicker than blood. Through the veins of blood, family and trust you have ran over, but never will you outrun my conscious; for I am neither dumb nor...
Artificial LOVE; unsure
The sun rises and the crowd stands in awe of the miracle that God has bestowed upon us.
Our heads crowned upon his mercy and his blood.
Our doubt dictating our occupation.
We pray each night as we stare at ourselves as a reassurance of faith.
Agitation.
We close our eyes and make pointless wishes that we know will never be materialized.
We stand at a stalemate
yet,
we declare that this...
Note to self
Aw, selfish being.
Shallow-soaked and naive monster.
You laugh at others yet you petition for peace.
how can you demand a symphony when all you put in is but a mere line of rhythm.
Lyrics are written in every word that has ridden upon your tongue.
your fingers die of exhaustion and your lips yearn for company.
your mind sits subtly and your heart beats of an unstill passion.
your body prays...
EndingLine
This pen within my handIs suddenly paving my feelings into a mountainous landMemories of your smileChanges my mood to idle;The pain in every breath I take Honestly makes me think I’m going insaneYour love made me vainAnd your leave proved me naïve.Your hugs fluttered me butterfliesAnd just the shape of your hands made me go mad.I’m playing in this game by myself.But it’s hard to...
200720Dec
as i look upon each rooftop lit. in a dark room i remain. beside me there lays piles of books that are forever stained with the reactions of the readers and the marks and bents and creases that has been made before its time. the remedy for simplicity runs cold at the feet of our beloved. the mystery of life resides as unspoken words. the maniacal characteristics and traits beat as does a mind of...
Numbnoise
i am awake in the scent of my own existence.
at the lengths of my arms lay the paths i travel.
i tumble, stumble and at times i will manage to mumble.
i am my own person; my own individual.
i am often hated for my opinions and my own judgments.
i am mocked for my pride and my ways.
Narcissistic traits are managed to be pointed out.
But it has no meaning to me; like hearing a poem with empty...
05Jan2008
I am taken at the fact that each person’s life is so brief. In a mere second one’s life could be taken…Gone forever. Yet soon enough; minds will corrupt and all that we’ve known and the people that have once made us so happy will suddenly disappear. With the wind they will slightly kiss our cheeks and they will pass on; leaving us behind in front of the gallows begging for mercy....
dumloise
Im a girl who smiles wayy too big in pictures. who, honest to God, hates the freaking attention on her birthday. Who works like there is no tommorow. who takes 2 hours break, when intended 30 min. who is totally lost but has a navigation system. A woman with pride. Who takes no bull. who will cuss you out if disrespect is delivered. who writes to forget. who prolongs things. who always falls for...
roarvex
hatred breds a new form of life.
history replays the old.
love blossoms a temporary remedy for this illness running freely within our blood.
our minds wonder to a place unknown; unto a place unheard of.
our hearts race to win.
science evaluates the form of life and the humanity that lies within the complex anatomy of genetic makeup
literature prays to be heard and understood despite the...
beginning
Frown if you must;
stay loyal to trust;
let go of lust;
and breath for one second more;
the waves of oceans view crashing waves within waves ringing to the deepest depths of your eardrums;
but dont crash now;
the funs just begun;
the twists and turns of evil and good;
of good and bad;
of vengeance and revenge;
there is a difference i tell you;
one is of hate and the other is simply...
loverofGod
i am at the mercy of his strength
and im on my knees praying for another day
another day to make it right
another day to put up a fight
because when losers lose and winners win, we lose site of our purpose
the memories get cloudy and we say we’re feeling kind of rowdy
we make up excuses and we keep abusing
the love we were blessed with
plead the fifth you seflish beings
cannot you...
tongue
everyday i try to find a resolution that will last. it is not enough to seek; but the need to find. the drive to endure forth when every force around you is pulling you back. in a world with sexist and prejudice views; i am but compelled to prove the world wrong. because you are a woman does not determine you abilities. because you are hmong does not deem you unworthy. because you are this...
misfoRtune
today i got a delivery.
it sat on my front step
i wasnt sure whether i would like to open it;
afraid that the numb feeling that i felt would leave me;
that the morphine would be replaced by nicotine.
i died once upon a time
and id prefer not to again belong to that rhyme.
the box was pure;
it was beautiful.
like nothing ive seen before.
neatly shaped
perfectly layed
completely fake.
...
prosE
isnt it unfair that love is a concept in which everyone strives for; yet its the one thing that people find hardest to receive
love is defined by many to be unconditional and filled with joy; but the love im familiar with is a love filled with mystery and games.
love has been so over marketed that the actual concept itself has been lost somewhere in between the juggle of reality and ideally.
i...
Emily Dickenson
honestly;
i dont even care anymore;
or
i try not to
atleast.
this is a game of winning
and
losing.
no one gets what they want;
face reality;
stare it in the face;
and
then
be at rest with your destiny.
sometimes;
in this game of give and take
we dont get what we want;
and we lose what we once had.
so what.?
cry yourself to sleep
and tell everyone it was unfair.
your results willl not...
just Is
yur face haunts me like a mirror; constantly reminding me of the past that still rings clear in my memory; i hate you; always have. forever will. your face.haunts me.
let me go;
stay with me.
just a little while;
until i fall asleep.
then you can be well on your way;
onto another day;
dont come back.
the promise has been made.
it has been broken
as easily as a twig is bent.
i am broken.
just a...