Excuse to Escape

Excuse to Escape

Some lover must face the fact of the cruel reality,
That love is blind, they failed to see,
Their heart only desire an ending of a romantic fairytale,
While dream, in this endless sea, silently it sail.
And it sail! It sail until the dream becomes a tear,
Love blooms wild thorns, palms bleeding too much to bear.
Keep on holding, hoping that Heaven will be their guide.
But truthfully, there is nothing more to do, except to hide.
No more words need to be said when love close to an end,
All those promises will no longer matter between two friends.
Two paths separate into two different ways,
Heart beats a sad melody for the rest of its day.
But if it true, that two hearts still beat a dying fire,
Then love is like the season, changing, but will not expire.

Memories of a Friend

It been a while since I have post up a poem in this blog. This poem that I am posting up is dedicated to a friend. She is heading back to Vietnam and we will miss her very much. It is sad that I couldn't hang out with her before she have to go (I'm sorry). So to make it up, I spend the week writing this poem (lucky I finish before she have to leave too). I just want to wish you well and the best too. May the memories that we created will forever be in our heart! Don't worry, I will also remember the laugh we share to help me through the tough time. Like you said, hope that one day we will meet again. Until then.....

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Memories of a Friend

It is sudden, the news that two friends will part away.
While there are still words left in this world, so much to say.
All the moments that could have been part of a memory.
Now are out of reach and feel like some faraway dream.
Dark day grows darker, it is slowly counting down.
A reed player plays all day, all throughout the town.
Such a sad melody only brings an unfamiliar tune.
Memories are like a bouquet of flower that is yet fully bloom.
At the base of a hill, surrounded by mountains of silhouette,
time grows shorter until – No! No! Not yet!
And there goes the morning star’s light last strand.
Maybe, someday fate will reveal their intentions and plans.
But for now, if these memories is enough to make us cry,
surely, our last word together, will not have to be goodbye.

Sakura

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Sakura

It was not that long of a train ride,
but the scenery on the other side of the window
moving by in a slow motion
made the ride longer than it need to be.

The way the city lights flicker
from window to window,
as if I am watching a montage of my life.
Each panel, one after another
show me a memory I had with you.
These images seem like a still picture
out of some scrapbook,
or a cheezy line from a poem
out of a letter, which I wish
I had given it to you years ago.

It is not that sad,
sitting here watching the train entering and departing
from station to station.
The petals of the cherry blossom outside
seem like a pink snow flake falling in Spring,
serving a remainder
that there is still a hint of Winter
remain in my heart.

A Poem on the Pavement

A Poem on the Pavement

Give me a chalk,
so that I can write my name on the pavement.
Throughout the day I would watch,
strangers walking across it,
placing their foot right after another,
as if they were walking in a slow motion.
One after another, they would leave
the image of their footprints-
forming a trail of memory.
Their sole and heel will scratch the surface.
There is even a smear where
the letter A used to be.

What can I do?

Maybe I can leave it the way it is,
so that they can see the aftermath
of what they called time.

Or

I can just create rain,
and the water will wash it all away,
and tomorrow,
I can start over again.

Metamorphosis

I have not been writing any new poem lately so I decide to spend sometime looking at old drafts and editing some of my work. Because I have just finish like 3/5 of my finals, already I got sometime to write and work on my poem. I'm still working on one of my poem, but I did find some haiku that I wrote a year ago. So I decide to wrote some haiku first, as a warm up. Here it is.

(Also: not relate to the poem but: http://www.blurb.com/my/book/detail/654948

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Metamorphosis

Flowers blooming in
the field over there - while
The snow melts away.

My Real Fantasy

This is one of my poems that I'm really proud off. This was my first poem that I actually performed with. I actually perform this in the San Francisco Main Library for "The Japanese American Internment Camp Project" about two years ago...

This poem is about a character inside of the internment camp, and how his perception of the world change because of this experience. There is a lot of in depth things to say about this, but I don't feel like boring you guys with it. So here are the poem.

P.S. I should have post this up during Dr. Martin Luther King Birthday, I guess I forgot. It is better late then never right?

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My Real Fantasy

Every night, the rain continuously falls.
The room sits in a majestic silence
that can’t be broken by any words.

The window is covered by sweats and dusts,
but I manage to get a glimpse
of a lifeless ray of the setting sun.

I wipe the dust from the windows,
moon light flashes my face,
welcoming me outside to the cold.

I look out and a coyote appears
and start singing to the moon.
The rain falls harder, with no end.

Still, I gaze out at the uncertain night,
the rain slowly forms into tears,
pelts the glass, shattering it twice.

I try to reach out, but the broken glass
stabs my hand as I struggle through,
and still I struggle until my hand is red.

My hand, now outside, is stained by my blood.
I wonder will it be worth it
just to feel the rain, so cold and dead.

A Name

Merry Christmas y'all and I hope you all have a nice holiday. This is another poem that I have been put off for month now and I finally got the time to finish it. I was hoping to post up some happy Christmas or holiday poetry but instead I got this. Anyway, I hope you all like it and enjoy the holiday.

Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night (wow that's long)

~Change

edit: p.s apparently I was trying to post this up right at 12:00 pm on the 25 , but I guess I have failed =(

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A Name

Let me tag on this wall,
so that you'll know that I existed.
While watching the dry paint
slowly flakes off,
the wall bleeds paint of red and blue,
revealing a layer of black and white.

Showing us a picture of some stars
flickering at the tip of the universe,
trying to guides the souls in this
voiceless vacuum of space
and I wonder, how can I stop us
from disappearing along with it?

Maybe all I need is to tag
on the Washington Monument.
The cold marble
with body full of scars,
waiting, as it falls to pieces.
The rubble sink deep into the earth.

Pulling down the stars,
blowing out the starlight,
that's trying to give this world
his life again
and I wonder, how can I help
put the stars back into the night?

Maybe all I need is to tag
on this wall, so that
in time, the scars will heal,
the blood will dry up,
and a new layer will form.
So that you'll know that Change existed.