rapunzel, let down your hair,
so that i may descend thy golden stair.
rapunzel, there is something in the air,
i will be back soon, i swear.
All in Poetry
Growth
yet again
i find myself crumbling
seem so brave
but my heart is storming
To Write is To Love
“You are good! Just relax and write what comes to your mind!” say they. How am I supposed to write from my mind when it is currently calmer than the last hour of the day?
Eternal Souls
Upon one summer’s evening, in a ruin garden
I was writing a poem
Of loneliness
And many other feelings
That rage inside my immortal self
entrée that of a corollary
the meals are always ordinary,
so I guess you could call this tale of mine cautionary.
all because I didn’t bring someone extraordinary;
Things I Told You At Midnight
When I look at you
into your eyes, which are kissed
by the goddess Aphrodite herself
I cannot help but to feel at ease
Permafrost
Freezing,
everything around us has been buried under the softness,
the delicateness of longing for endless summers
For the memories of light, warm touches under the Sun
Why did it have to be you?
Why, why, why out of all people was it you
Why was it you who pulled me out of the starless dark into the blinding sun
Meet Me in Your Poem Drawer
friday wind a ghost on my cheek/haunted by the moment the weather turned bleak/my phone lighting up my coat pocket/the moment to watch yours I promised
Love Poem for Death
The last time I saw you, you were lying there, next to her/My Mother, the one who had never perceived me or any of my sisters/I guess that is why I wish to spend all my time in the cold/In the darkness surrounding my thoughts, and the unknown lands between this world/And the next--