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Painted Peonies
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Saturday, September 28, 2013

And so the rain washed away
The last traces of summer
Mercilessly in its fluid grasp


Leaves danced
and twirled feverishly
into the wind


The sky roared
as the velvet night melted
violently into torches of light





reading you
Saturday, March 2, 2013



If only you were a book
So I'd be able to read you
But the preface would be longer
Than the story itself
I'd flip through your pages day and night
Until the edges are worn and torn
Until I've memorized every word
So that I’d be able to know
Exactly what page you’re on
When you speak
Maybe then I’ll be able to understand…
Why you don’t like to share your thoughts
Because a book can’t open on its own
Until someone picks it up 

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S(he)
Monday, February 25, 2013



She was a girl who hated everything
and he was a boy who fell in love too fast
Two broken children happened to meet
in a world that's so vast

She thought she could keep on living
with only hate and the emotions in between
He thought that by loving everyone
he'll learn what true love means

She was a girl who hated everyone
and he was a boy who found his one
two broken children happened to love
each other and a story thus begun

But the boy had to leave
for somewhere she couldn't go
so she said :"I'll catch up,
we'll see each other soon, you know."

She thought that she could keep on living
though he was miles away
He thought that by loving her
that she'll always stay

There is no happy ending
since the story is not complete
because the girl is still catching up
to the lover whom she'll soon meet









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goodbye summer
Tuesday, September 4, 2012

 all of summer suddenly melted into one
as time lept
as autumn fell
yet the sky is still the color of june
while the wind smells of september



Their fight
Wednesday, May 23, 2012



Harsh chiseled words of rock rolled like heavy boulders
across her tongue aiming at not just his ears
but his heart
A clustered mess of hellfire pulled the trigger
to his lips and shut them up.
She fired poisoned arrows of hurt yet
He swallowed them only to be slightly wounded and bleed tears
as she sighed a million sighs and bled with him
creating a salty river of drifting emotions crashing waves

The child watched alone from her crevice of the door
wondering exactly why they are waging war
and what for
and that day her little heart slowed a few milliseconds
and her eyes dimmed
when she heard the word 'divorce'
though she did not know what it really meant.



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Water
Tuesday, March 13, 2012

She danced into diamonds gifted from the sun
She could even disappear, as long as
she stays long enough to be a bother.
Yet the sunlight needed her,
and so she would give all she had and her existence for him.
Yet, she was diminishing the passionate hearths and proud blazes with her embrace.
She was patient, as she carved canyons and rocks over the course of millions of years.
She sang
the lullaby of life as she cradled fishes in her bosom
and boats on her palms.


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White Things
Friday, February 10, 2012


Fallen feathers and
lace like wings of a moth danced
on the gaps of the piano keys as
snow dissolved outside like seafoam
like foggy breath on a window on a cold day

The ivory keys felt ice cold and lonely
for they haven't been touched
in an awful long while.

The ghostly face of the walls of the room
stared back , pretending to give the lonely keys company
but even lies could be white.