Dear Final Papers

in front of my mac,
on the Word blank document,
i stare, argh-ing.

to finish papers,
i need to make something up,
fudge! i am so done.

dear beloved teachers,
stop torturing pupils,
please, please, let us go.

in front of my mac,
i'm looking at this window,
writing and cursing.

LOVE

Love is . . .

Longing for the missing soul
Odyssey of one's heart
Vanishment of loneliness
Empowerment

Love is . . .

Living experiences
Out of control
Vulnerable
Entangled relationships

Love is . . .

Lost in freedom
Ongoing attachment and detachment
Vital yet visual distortion
Endless suffering

CONFUSION

Being with myself, I indifferently let days end,
By myself, only with myself, I am still wandering,
Being alone, different from others, I wish not to mend,
Being in the flow of thoughts, confusion is hindering.

It seems to me that something still remains unsolved here,
Keep questioning myself whether or not the choice is good,
Yet whether or not this happiness is true, it is my dear,
For a long time, I wish this heart will stay in this mood.

Confusion. This resolution is still in the mist,
Confusion. Uncertainty. Whatever. I will blame no one,
I do not care if I'm one of those people on your list,
Sticking with present, by myself I am having fun.

By myself, only with myself, I am still wandering,
Being in the flow of thoughts, confusion is hindering.

THE FALL

Looking into the bright eye gazes of you,
Trapped by warmth, this vulnerable heart does fall.
Being so close, I don't know how to get through,
Doubting whether or not your feeling is tall.

Dear, are you playing with me, with my heart?
Being so close, it's difficult to get you out of my sight,
You kindness is seriously tearing my apart,
Making it weak, I no longer have an ability to flight.

Mystery. Your feeling and actions are mystery to me,
Like a puzzle, they aren't predictable, cannot be solved,
Trying to keep myself away from you, yet I can't be free,
O the fall, I don't dare to love and be loved.

Being blind, I almost see nothing but you in my eyes,
Being blind, I can no longer discern truths and lies.

A Wanderer

I sit in the deepest of this inner mind,
Watching a parade of thoughts passes by,
In this craziest traffic, peace is hard to find,
Acknowledging them, only to myself I can't lie.

Dread slowly creeps in. I'm afraid to move on,
Stunned by the past, I deliberate my fear,
Slowing down this pace, I embrace this thorn,
And my bare feet remind me to be present --- here.

It may be useless; I still shield myself from pain,
On the other hand, I may wait for the right time,
Leaving the cocoon, I walk through the suffering rain,
Dragging this tainted heart with the committed crime.

Wandering, I still seek the way out from suffering,
Touching, letting go, and freeing from this fluttering.

JUNCTION ROAD

Impermanence. Everything is impermanent,
The time we shared finally comes to an end,
Our bitter sweet period was inconsistent,
But it is over no matter how hard we mend.

Do you remember? The day you said 'I love you,'
And I was reluctant to accept your heart,
You persisted, believing that we would get through,
Yet now you say we won't make it so we're apart.

My love, I'm sitting here, broken,
Sneering at this end, love is easily gone,
Shattering and scattering, my heart is shaken,
Intimacy I gave to you is now torn.

Junction road, seeing all paths, I now make it here,
Waiting for no tears to move on, soon I'll have no fear.


Dedicated to my dear bunny

DEPARTURE OF FALL

Ice cotton
Sprinkles softy
Whitening

Leafs wither
Falling. Decaying.
On the ground

Winter wind
Touches the snow
Tenderness

Ice cotton
With its purity
Covering...