When daisies pied and violets azure And mayflowers all milky-white, When cuckoo-buds burst out first yellow hue, Do paint the meadows with your choice of pursue. My friends, the things I do admire In a good life be these, I find: The work decent, efforts spent without pain, The leisure plenty, is squandered without shame,… Continue reading A Good Life
Category: Spontaneous writing
To Eternity, tonight
If I am allowed of heartfelt honesty, I cherish neither my profession nor education, they are dust and ash in my truthful eyes; If I am allowed of blatant sincerity, I am of deprived both ambition and direction, they mean nothing to a woman who dwells in infinity of time. If I am to be… Continue reading To Eternity, tonight
Wild Dreams
1 Before me awaits a heap of shapeless days, unseparated atoms capable of endless possibilities, I must seek the best of goodness and live with it. Behind me a distance bridge of leftover days, Separated peaches ripen prematurely without rains, I once traveled in wild dreams and lived with it. When the world turned completely… Continue reading Wild Dreams
Suicidal At Night
Who has taken her heart away and replaced with ice? If only out of vanity, I have wondered what kind of fine lady she'd become? but she was an unlucky little girl, a convict at birth and prisoned since. I saw her again last night, during the ghostly hours when silence fell deaf, and darkness… Continue reading Suicidal At Night
Nordic Lullaby
Life can show you mercy, it can tear your soul apart. You've walked a lonely road, how far you’ve been from home? May it be when the moon smiles, you come to me with tales of days in goodness spent. May it be when the darkness falls, your heart will again be pure and true.… Continue reading Nordic Lullaby
Moonrise
I am no longer ashamed of love. Have you seen the moonrise? when she rose before sunset, I lingered to watch her, She stood silently in silhouette against the windows, and the brimming sunbeams embraced her, the sky was then pale and sea-blue, The moon was a pinkish golden petal in between. I once was… Continue reading Moonrise
A Thousand Rainy Days
I dream of pain, too, of violence, of despair, and suicide. Then wake up knowing, sometimes reality is much merciful than dreams. I tear up my heart into flakes of icy snows, that I may remember how it all began. there was an eclipse and I misplaced my eyes to the blood in the moon, a… Continue reading A Thousand Rainy Days
Till I Found You
Can you believe- by an effort that comforts our hindered hearts: That day you sat beside, I thought you were beautiful. Glisten as silver, your eyes sparkled flowing above that simmering river. Like a rose come tip-toe out of bud, I saw the man's soul steal in his eyes, And wide in ecstasy I sat… Continue reading Till I Found You
May Be
How solitary and resolute I look these days, A stoic gaze simplifies my bewildered face. solitary, but not stagnant, As the early warmth of sunlight gladly comforts magenta rose, Languorous morning reabsorbs into a lambent priori of muse. Rain or shine, The strings of my violin remain dutifully hanging, not the lamenting wires of a… Continue reading May Be
A Vision in Evanescence
In my restless dreams I walked alone, through empty halls to the golden woods where autumn bloom. Beneath the grey icy water, I saw a vision glitter, then my reflection dissolved, into million particles of neon lights, lit up the diamond sky while you tenderly sighed. There I came flying, to the faraway kingdom with… Continue reading A Vision in Evanescence
I Saw A Dead Child
1. That year, She was close to meet God, So was cousin George. The mountain landslide was an enraged raven, astound. Crooked typhoon mingled with phantom storms, spellbound. Breathless she was, engulfed, underground, So listen carefully, as some helpers' voice heavenly approaching, only to cry out,' Hey, who first? no time now!' 2. The family… Continue reading I Saw A Dead Child
Me And Annabel Lee – A Father’s Hope
He was mesmerized by the poem 'Annabel Lee', So he named me 'Annabel', as Papa's Sweetie, Even when Granny call it all was nothing, but 'American hippie'. Prophetic tragedy as it might seemed, Me and Annabel Lee stood nothing in common, except the unhappy half-in-heaven sort of daemon, bound to be engulfed by nights' darkened… Continue reading Me And Annabel Lee – A Father’s Hope
The Infamous Coup
It's done, I left. And, disinherited. They sworn I'd be left on my own, So tell me, Good Lords, Have I ever not been on my own? I am weary of the living, Weary of the long, blind struggle; I am weary of the trusting, Where my trusts but torments prove; Weary of the dimly… Continue reading The Infamous Coup
A Possible Life
Darling, it was a disaster. That unbearable, dearest secret has always been a disaster. The hazard when we try to escape. Hanging over and over afterward what we should have done instead of what we did. But for those short times we seemed to be alive. Misled, misused, lied to and exploited, condemned. Still, through… Continue reading A Possible Life
I Believe In Me
Happiness..... Not in another place, but this place; Not for another hour, but this hour; Not in sweet heaven, but this bitter earth; Not desired by stars, but this weary heart. We have wasted so much life, worried about future, dwell on past, afraid of a true self, fear of the collective. We want love,… Continue reading I Believe In Me
Motherland, A Sorrow Home
Hijacked by Fate, she brought me there. I was sired and weaned in a Motherland, where I was not suppose to be, where a new identity was given, and where a wronged story began..... In a tropic world, ruled by year-round sultry summers and visited often by typhoon and storms, I knew the palm trees… Continue reading Motherland, A Sorrow Home
The Modern Etiquette 