Oct 05

In this world we are all finches

in this world we are all finches
we all line up on the branch like soldiers side by side
ready to sing our hearts out for the hummingbird sitting by herself on the branch above
sing, she says to us
we sing, hesitating not once to speak our feelings
dance, she says to us  
so we dance, conveying our emotions through our movements
love, she says to us
and so we love, expressing our affection for her   
the dashing finches have worked so hard to win her love
but she must choose one
only one
but you see it is not fair to choose
how do you choose the one even though we are all equally eloquent?
you can’t 
for the finch who is the strongest
who has the voice which can reach all to hear
who has the ability to sing the loudest and the longest and the hardest
will be the true victor
thus the passion of those finches is wasted 
why must it be like this? 
Aug 30

YOU ALWAYS TREAT ME LIKE GARBAGE

WELL HOW COME YOU'RE ALWAYS TOXIC WITH ME?!

OHOHOHOHOHO I’M TOXIC?! HOW ABO- 

-AND LET'S TALK ABOUT THE TIME YOU CHEATED WITH THAT DY-


*releases the deepest sigh you have ever heard*

right on cue 

this happens every few months

and it seems something out of a tv show

two people have a fight that lasts at least two episodes and then they miraculously never fight again  

but in this case it gets louder and extremer after the last time
 
at first the bubble is small

but as time races on getting bigger and bigger 

one day it goes POP!

and all hell breaks loose
 
what do you mean last time? how many ‘last times’ have there been? which last time is it?

i don’t know or care

for every time it happens

the little eight year old girl cries with no one to console her 
Jul 13

The sky and, oh my!

My eyes lit up in wonder
as I saw the sky ta-day.

It possessed a special shade of deep blue,
with these delicate soft cloudy strokes of white.

They were all over the place!

Some were in pairs of lines
while others continued beyond the hori-
zon we could not see.

I imagine this vivid canvas was painted by God
or perhaps by God’s angels.

They seemed to be written in a 
language only we knew.

We walk under the sky,
following this sheet of music.

As the strokes are fading faster,
we discover the meaning.

So we run hard in hand
chasing after these strokes 
to see how this piece ends.

We don’t know how long 
it will take to unravel this piece,

but we do know
we will do it together.

And here we are
back to where we have started,

and I realize how
small this world is,
Jul 07

Is that a Da Vinci? Wait no that's a Mir...

Jun 01

*Sighs in Gatorade* ahh how I miss you

Shh!
It’s 11:24 again
Everyone’s asleep
I tiptoe quietly to the door

As I shut it ever so slightly,
in front of me,
you
aka my next door neighbor
aka the girl of my dreams
aka the most gorgeous person in the world

As we walk towards each other,
I gaze into you
settling my palms 
underneath your cool neck,
eye to eye,
smile at the ready

I missed you
 
I missed you more

I missed you the most

Nof if I missed you first
;)

;)
 
Hand in hand,
we walk in the half-lit darkness
submerging ourselves

We walk extra slow
because our time together
is running out

The night wind
brushes your hair 
into my face,
how limitless it was
May 25

you and i

you and i 
were the unification 
of one and one
to become
one 

you and i 
were the blossoming
the flower
and the grass

you and i
were the weaving of silk
dependent
on each thread          

you and i
were the witness to    
the reader 
and the writer

you and i
were the joining together of 
lo and ve
Apr 27

how you

remember the day we met at the meadow? 

how your braided petals 
spiraled endlessly,
like the loops 
in a bulb

how your voice
so soft and lovely
opened up 
like a flower 

how your head 
tilted towards the bees
extracting your 
kindness 
tearing my soul apart 

how your personality 
so tender and sweet
lifts me 
when i’m feeling down

how your face
so natural and inviting
intoxicates my mind
throughout the day

how i wish to hold your hands again
so fragile and gentle 
cool 
to the touch 

how i wish to see you again
Apr 12
poem challenge: Climate-Message

To think

To think 
it was another day
going to the bay
catching fish
being at the dinner table
with the grandmother, 
the fisherman,
the farmer,
the child,
eating to our hearts' content.

To think
it was another day
in 1908,
when we welcomed Chisso Corp
with open arms.

In fact,
we invited
your workers
over for fish,
but they insisted
at the dinner table,
“Oh no! Do not burden us like this!”
But they knew that the fish
were not the same.

It was because they 
produced fertilizers
with toxic chemicals 
released
into our majestic Minamata.

Because of you
the Minamata Disease was born, 
a neurological syndrome 
by mercury
causing the brain to be torn.

We soon realized
our fish,
our animals,
our bay,
our people,
were not 
the same.

The grandmother, 
Apr 06

Thirst

Apr 05

The Almighty

Sometimes
when I'm on my knees 
I thank the Almighty
for giving me 
the things I need

A mother who works day in day out
A father who is up from sunrise to sunset to nightfall
A brother who keeps our spirits alive from the inside and outside
A sister who is just as kind and caring every day
Each and everyone of you is my one of everything

When I look at nature I feel the Almighty is watching
I see the birds who stare back
I see the cats that stick their tongues out
I see the kites who tilt their heads
I see the flowers blooming towards me 
It’s comforting to be noticed

When I look at my people I question the Almighty
The labourer lifting bricks 
The child begging in the streets
The cleaner being told off and mopping all the while
The guard forever saluting the cars that drive by 
But I remember that
everything and everyone
is a Test of Life

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