Winter Walk

Winter Walk

I scream out your name on top
of the Eiffel Tower, hoping that
my voice will reach out to you.
I come back to Paris each year, just to do that.
Afterward, I take a stroll down
the same street,
the same alleyway,
the same route,
that we have walked last time
we were here on vacation.
I thought I could run into you by chance.
But during the stroll,
I can’t help but to notice
how much of the scenery have changed.
I wonder
how many years have Paris aged?
How many seasons have passed her by?
Does she even know
that it is Winter right now, waiting for Spring.
I thought it is kind of ironic,
how I can see you everyday in my dream,
but I can only meet you once a year,
every time I pass by your grave,
while wandering up and down these street.

One Summer

Darnish.... 2 more days until the semi- final. Mean 2 more days of procrastination >.>.. anyway, another haiku.

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One Summer

Why write a haiku?
Just like Summer comes and goes,
why makes life so short?

One Rose

Woohoo more haiku =)

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One Rose

One rose comes in Spring,
another comes in Winter,
watching the snow falls.

Dreams

Here is another haiku, enjoy =)

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Dreams

At night, I wait for
the moon to comes out - but all
I can see are stars.

A Child's Memories of a War

I just like to say that I am heading to the semi-final to the 13th Annual Youth Speak Poetry Slam! I was so nervous when I at the stage. I stumble at the beginning of my poem and I was like "Shit, now I wish I have my notebook with me". The event was pretty interesting, more intense than last year. A lots of energy and judge "booing". I was scare because a lots of the poet score like a 9.8 - 10, so I was like "uh oh". In the end I made it. I will be working on my poem for the semis! Here is the poem that I recite at the prelim.

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A Child's Memories of a War

The house are all left in ruin.
The lamp posts are armed with a dying flame
welcoming the soldiers home.

The wind howls at the sound
of the war raging in the distance.
The sky is blackened out by smoke.

And I am trapped here, in my room,
forced to listen to the gunshots.
Each night, the noise grows louder and louder

until I can hear it knocking on my door,
but I am too scare to answer it.
I mean, what can I do?

Because a child only know how to make wishes,
like a wish for a hopeful new day,
or a wish for the night to end.

But, a wish is a wish,
a gunshot is a gunshot,
firing in the distance, rocking me to sleep.

Sand of Time

I have been so busy lately (mostly schoolwork and mid-term. Just finis my last mid-term so I'm happy). I have not post up any new poem up because I have been working on a poem for the Youth Speak Poetry Slam prelim on the 21th (this Saturday). I was searching through my notebook and I found couple of poems that I wrote years back, and it still on the first draft. I found this haiku and I decide to work on it (didn't take much efforts). Anyway... here is the haiku

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Sand of Time

Memories are like
the seasons - slowly changing.
What will we forget?

A Morning Walk with My Shadow

I've been busy lately, the school work and finish up my poem for the Youth Speak Poetry Slam, but I manage to finish this poem. To those who read this poem, I have to admit, it is confusing. That is because it is meant to be confusing. I model this after a riddle that I still remember for a long time, and what is this riddle? Well, you have to figure that out. Once you figure out the riddle and solve it, then this poem will be a lot more less confusing. Enjoy.

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A Morning Walk with My Shadow

Every morning, I take a long walk
by the river bank.
The silence of the sleeping flowers
make the walk more soothing.

But today was different,
there is an orchestra playing
in the distant, that woke up the flowers
as it comes down the stream.

Then a ship emerges
from the sheet of fogs
and on board are men and women,
each one laughing and dancing.

Oh! How I wish to be there,
amongst their joyful laughters.
The only problem is that
there wasn't a single person there.