happy – Page 2 – Portrait of Em.

castle-in-the-air

image from Internet

The castle in the air
means more than you can bear:
If what you can do is what you declare
And what you can think is brighter than a flare…

The world is nothing but a nightmare.

Written on 15 September 2014.

like a picture in the sky
where i used to fly
when the clouds are hanging
and the stars shining
and the wind blowing
and the trees clapping
and the children screaming
and the crowd marching
and the sun burning high,
i used to ask “why”.

Written on 14 September 2014.

portrait

what would you do, if i
ask you to draw a portrait of me?

i say,
“give me three minutes,”

right — three minutes has gone
and here, i am done.

miraculous artist am i!
marvelous, oh i am!

laugh, as you like,
and i know, for sure, i am right.

Written on 24 May 2014.
when a poet draws.

of-happiness

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Red and white

Cherry tomatoes and ________ (cheese)
Here comes our salad

Red and white
Apple and Miffy
Sun-like bright
Cute and fluffy

Little Bunny ‘ x ‘

Written on 26 April 2014.
Co-poet: Cheron Tai

sight-of-spring

quiet leaves falling
like snowflakes
like raindrops
like feathers
unstrung, untangled, unrestricted.

lifeless living branch
stagnant moving trench
trough.

Written on 28 April 2014.

congratulations

robotic mechanics melancholy
work work work
relationships faces money skills strengths abilities
forever deferral of the dream-come-true

totalitarism
right to speak
right to seek
right to think
and right to act

time to close the eyes and die
congratulations

welcome to the world of insanity

Written on 26 April 2014
Upon graduation from the University — shelter of youth and dream and viva

to-our-world

Veiled is the world,
Sugar-coated, flower wrapped, covered smoothly with a thin piece of silk:
Pretty petit pity world.

Tangled Art,
Shadow beneath,
Raveled knots,
Opened locks,
Hidden gems retrieved.

Blurred amid the smoke emit,
Lights evoked, for one can never
Look at the real face of hers, like
A soon-to-be married bride,
Young girl,
Shy and sweet.

Written on 7-8 March 2014.

us-as-sinners

i am a sinner
no matter what
no matter what
i am a sinner
no matter what

for every line i write
for every word i say
for every stroke i paint
for every suggestion i make
for every clue i give
no one is to hear
to listen
to understand

to the sky
to the sea
to the landfill
to the gutter

better say nothing
better not to think

in a world like this
of ours
we are all sinners

written on 23 Jan 2014

my-name

Love is miraculous, it is
A magic casted on us at a special
Moment in time,
Happily ever after, i pray, merrily going
Over and over and over, for
I am falling in love and knowing
You are feeling the same,
A little wish i make will
Never ever fade.

Written on 11 Jan 2014,
spells my name.

literature

les fleurs du mal,
the yellow wallpaper,
the picture of dorian gray,
the old man and the sea,
a room with a view,
a pale view of hills
nineteen-eighty-four,
never let me go,
dubliners.

be drunken in literature,
in prose, in stories,
or in novels,
or in movies,
or in poetries,
or in words,
and in dreams;

forget about the really real reality,
believe in nothing that you see,
born and deprived and hope to be free,
to read,
to think,
to pray,
to chase,
to achieve,

what cannot be done by the body, the limbs, the senses,
if possible,
by the mind,

at least.

written on 15 July 2014, be drunken.

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