A Childish Sonata

Hey guys!!! Happy Chinese New Year Eve. It is suck that I have school on Monday and going to miss all the family quality time =(. Here is a haiku that I came up with on my long way back to San Jose (about 1 1/2 hours drive). Nothing much to say about it though.....

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A Childish Sonata

Bump buh, bump buh, bump.
Two hearts are dancing side by side.
Bump buh, bump buh, stops.

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.

I Walk on the Same Carpet Road

Wow, I haven't post up a poem in a while. Currently I am working on 4 poems at once, so it is giving me a headache... and more of a writer block than it is helping me.

Here is a poem I wrote for my animation class (I was suppose to do an animated poetry for my project but it didn't get finish)

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I Walk on the Same Carpet Road

I hold the crescent sun
so that I can place it in the center
of the coiled cosmos.

Where the light looms over
the erupted mountains, the swollen sea,
and the Earth I stand on.

As I walk, I look behind to see
the mountains perish
to the tip of the universe.

They stretch away

to signal the start of
the race against the stars
to the end of the universe.

but was interrupted by the wide-spread cloud.
They sucked up the stars
and spit it out, striking the ground.

There, beneath the earth I see
a dead layer that showed the reflection of the clouds.
These cloud compressed

and ripped open

to reveal an eye
looking down.

A Garden Portrait

I hope everyone have a great New Year Eve. Not just the Eve, but also a splendid 2008. Let us look forward to a brand new year (2009). We all have our ups and downs; sometime we don't even have the time to appreciate what we have been through. Each years that passed, time felt shorter and shorter, and next thing we know, it is too late. We'll be thinking of all the regrets and the missed chances in life while closing our eye to future opportunities. Since there is an hour till the new year (well for me at least), we should look back in ourselves. Create a resolution so that we will live with no regrets. Since it is the new year, why not have a fresh start and be happy?

Here is a new poem that I recently finished.

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A Garden Portrait

The sky swallowed all the stars.
Nothing is left, but the falling snow
and the wind that strolls alongside it.
While singing a song for these dying flowers,
this garden became a graveyard
filled with nothing but the decays.

When the snow have melted away,
the song became a prayer.
Slowly being recited as each petals
are being picked up one by one.
They escort the wind from the Garden of Eden
to a place where they can't be reached.

This garden is now filled with stems.
Bodies cripple as the petals float away.
Here, among the thousand of petals
fluttering into the empty sky;
is a flower, with a single petal,
that's still holding onto the ground

I Never...

I Never...

I never seen the morning sun
Or know the time it set.
I never seen the star up high
At night and living yet.

I never felt the morning breeze
That sway beneath my feet,
Or felt what life is really like
And what life really teach.

I never heard the robins song
And never seem to tell,
That if the songs are even real
Or like that time stood still.

I never smelled the red roses,
Even the honey comb.
I never thought that any rose
Can grow to be alone.

I never tasted those raspberries
That mature in the Spring.
I never tasted those sweet syrup
Or salt upon the rain.

The Day is Old

I'm just going to post some older poetry pieces until I have time to finish my newer pieces. I'm planning to get one done before New Years, that mean I'll have one up by tonight. Actually I was planning to put this piece up on the 29th but never mind, too late now. By the looks of it, I guess I'll have to save it for the New Years (Jan 1, 09).

This old poem is actually the first poem that I finish and done, so it might sound a bit childish. I think it was the end of 10th grade when I finish this... or perhaps it is the end of 9th grade. Either way, enjoy!!!

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The Day is Old

Moon shine upon the lake,
The lake run icy cold.
Autumn leaves falling fast,
The night and day are old.

Bird sings along their mate
And watch their children play,
And soon these song shall end,
And like the end of day.

Icy breeze of the night,
Stories the moon have told.
None listen to his voice,
And days are growing old.

Day singing along the night,
And something still remain,
Like day fall into the dark
And next day born again.

Our day still growing short,
And soon we’ll like to know,
Why the song doesn’t last?
And day are getting old.

Slowly Like the Cloud

I was searching through my old portfolio and notebooks for some inspiration for my next poem. I found most of my old poem and reread it over and over again (ok, I've just read only one of them). This poem I believe it is 2 years old so it is somewhat recent. Anyway enjoy!


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Slowly Like the Cloud

It seem sometime when life passed us,
Somehow we all forget
Of what we felt, or whom we are
And memories we kept.

Slowly, our life will fade like clouds,
Along our joy and pain.
But yet closely observe the sky,
That only rain remain.

The rain will then disperses like days,
As moment like the years
And like the second into hour,
Will slowly disappear.

The time will come, that we forget,
Of how our life has been.
So soon, that all we know and love,
Will cease away unseen.