Soul

Watch the milky blue sky slowly burned in azure blue.

Outlines of thin branches of trees blurs into the sky.

Is this the meaning of your cigarette?

Darkness, slow, vast, and all-around, is our playground.

It brings a moment of realization that it is good to be warm, moving, and comfortable.

Would you be proud?

Yes, absolutely.

But why is there silence?

Because your soul is still elsewhere.

Where is it then?

When you have felt the fire shaking you to your core, that was the last time you’ve had it.

How do I get it back?

Answer always lie within you. Keep writing. Keep remembering. Keep thinking.

What do I do in the meantime?

Keep breathing. Keep looking, keep talking, keep swimming.

Will this ever change?

It will. Remember the last time you stared into the stars through the crack of the window in a tiny dark staircase by the garbage disposal. You’ve made changes. Believe it will work again.

Which direction to go from here?

Towards what brings the value in life — morality, productivity, and resourcefulness. To be diligent and kindhearted. To do the right thing and make peace. To honor those who come before us, and to pave a new way for those to come. To find the truth and not contend in falsehood. To be responsible and prudent. To contribute and sustain.

It will be a worthwhile journey.

4.10.2025

Spirit

I don’t know what to call it.
Memory? Shadow? Spirit?
One moment you see a person,
the next, you don’t see them.
Your friend, your mom or dad, your teacher,
one moment you see them with your eyes.
the next, you don’t.
So you believe.
You believe they are there with you.
just out of sight,
but they are there with you.
When I walk on the street,
or sit in an empty room,
I feel their presence.
And I remember/sense/imagine:
The way they talk,
the way they gesture,
the way they tell you
that they love you.
it is unmistakable.
I want to tell them:
“I remember all of you”
so I try leaving such tenderness
in the hearts of those dear to me.
As they have done for me.

5.4.2023

Scars

though they are not in my interest
just minding my own business
I’ve got many enemies
sad, although it may be,
they’ve all got their good reasons
to be enraged, with an accusation:

“I, whom I think worthier than thee,
declare a war on thee, for thou does not see
how worth I am
no matter how much I give a damn”

when will we stop this jealousy?
when will we find the truth
that lies within our soul?

1.7.2022

Numb

feeling numb in a plastic bubble
staring out into the world
one pinched the wall
peeling away the shield

rushed in were emotions:
love, passion, and freedom;
city lights and the aurora;
magic filled the air
as one held reins to affair

but also came in fatigue and pain
from battles cries and sacrifices of attrition
beauties missed and promises broken
daggers in heart, tears in shadows
sweat soaked neck, dried blood on hand

but all in all,
one lived
and one died many times.
had one not jumped,
one would not have known.

12.28.2021

Imagine

can we just pause this world
imagine a world without
a stronger man and a weaker man
and just picture where
we can just talk about the art
of living?

can we push aside this anxiety
and shame of stupidity
and for once, ask the question
what are we all doing here?

so I say, my brother
we hold this glass to
yellow street light
and talk of this woman
we’ll drink to.

12.12.2021

Light warmth

in that moment, I happened to stare up
towards the brown-bricked wall
painted in plain lemon yellow color
and the orange sunset light
all that refracted light from branches
fell on the wall, silently, and softly.

at that moment, I remembered vaguely
yes, I used to think sentimentally.
I used to smile nostalgically at the
warmth of a mother bird cooing the babies
in her nest, ever so protected from outside
word, so warm and fuzzy and soft and safe —
I almost forgot that previous version of me,
which, I think is only a thought or two away
from now, used to have overflowing feelings.

I — it was at that moment I realized — had
promised myself that I would come back.
that once all these battles incurred by
pesty intruders were finished, I’d come back.
That we would smile, feel easy with trust,
and make jokes whose smile won’t stop
once we were done with just this one job.

but then I saw my hands and they were rusty
they were the hands that tasted the prize.
they were hungry and the would not stop.
everything made sense. everything was logical. everything was justified.
my heart was hallowed with flames of justice.
my spine, thickened with battle scars.

then, alone in the park, when no one wanted
me, I stared at the bricked wall, bouncing off the warm orange sunset light with shades of
bare tree branches,
and I realized:
I used to be soft.
I used to have feelings.
I used to cry for the mother bird.

when I stop, will I ever lay my head again
to the soft songs in the warmth and beauty?
will I be forgiven?
will I know it was worth it at the end?

I walked back from the park
and the darkness fell
but that light in my eyes wouldn’t go away.
perhaps it is the beginning of everything after all.

11.15.2021

Ants

stranded alone in a dark river,
the moon, pinned high above,
only solaces the ant’s waiting
and hopes for a new beginning.

the ant stretches its six legs
grasping onto ephemeral reflection
of the moon on dark river,
its every breath to save the moon.

standing alone in the dark river
I stare at the ant, whispering words
perhaps as a prayer of some sort.

10.27.2021

Soul

when you feel shades of life
slipping into roots of your spine
bringing slow, murky weight to your eyes
covering labels of black and white

when you feel the internal clock needle
pushing you to make a choice a little
too fast for your own good

drink a warm bowl of white clam chowder
a soulful companion, an unconditional lover,
your pupils will open to what was unknown
flooding your nerves with blessings enthrone

yes, it takes a white clam chowder to experience it. now go on!

10.16.2021