Ticket

Everyone has their last shot

To shoot at someone

And everyone is pointing their target with their weapon at all times.

No one knows when it will trigger,

And no one knows when they’ll change their target.

Whether what comes out of their weapon is a teardrop, am innocent smile, or a sharp loaded question, no one knows.

You kneel and pray that you’ll come out of safe and sound.

But the rule is, everyone points to something at all the time.

6.14.2020

Song

A summer night, as tree branches thread throughout the dark sky salted with stars,

The whole world swayed as the hammock weaves by thousands of threads swayed

Crimson ambers of cigarette quickly falling through the wholes, barely missing the threads,

Like an accident, falls into the wine glass,

Bursting with flame that cannot contain itself

I don’t care if it hurts

I wanna have control

So the song went, as the alcohol got thicker and hotter.

6.12.2020

Run

If you don’t know where to go, just run. Keep running, you’ll be out of breath, you’ll be out of sweat, you’ll be out of sugar in your arteries. Still, just run.

If you don’t know when to stop, just don’t stop. Carry your body on and on and see where it takes you. When you’ve been through and through, what could be the worst thing that could happen?

If you don’t know who to ask, just ask yourself. Kneel. Pray. Work. Eat. Sing. Sleep. When you’ve done all those things, who knows what might happen?

5.28.2020

Scent

You know,

just like how the crimson sunlight caramelized a forest of tall dull-white buildings,

just like holding that book open in an empty library watching those buildings among dusts suspended in the air,

just like that aroma of coffee dancing in the atmosphere to the cadence of that jazz,

just the scent of that flashing smile shook my heart too fast to realize

that it’s been always buried deep within for too long of a time.

You know.

5.26.2020

Wailing

Waking up once again, as my eyes are blinded by the screaming sunlight,

I dare ask: why? why such pain?

I’d rather say, ‘When a lightening bolt strikes on a sunny day,

Would you dare claim, “ignorance is a bliss?”’

Yet the darkness comes back, embracing the burn wounds, and whispering calm zephyrs

Saying, “grit your teeth, churn your soul, strike the roaring iron with a full-gripped hammer,

“Tomorrow’s a new day, a chance to grapple with your fate. Build your world, breath your dreams”

The darkness and light dances it’s ephemeral flight.

5.25.2020

Gratitude

Thank you, for allowing me to see this day light, a stream of crystals glistening the atmosphere that I breath in.

That you, for allowing me to memorize the sound of the wind swooshing like an ocean wave crashing into the bank of sand.

Thank you, for this tantalizing droplet of water, respite of the spirit and body, as it quenches the unresting soul in the heart.

5.13.2020

Solo

I won’t say goodbye until it is time

I will hold off on your sleeve and

Count the seconds tick by, inching away, towards a world uncharted, unknown.

I won’t ask how you are doing

For things will now be on a different dimensions in order to see the bright side of the world.

I will keep on hammering this world,

A world that seems to seep in the melodies of every corners of the world.

10.11.2019