A miserable night,
Tears amid solitude,
Silence of the heart,
Unheard scream stuck at the bottom of the throat,
Broken dreams
Too fragile kept,
Fragments too sharp to be collected
Left ignored
Reduced to ashes…
Written on 12 September 2017.
Tag: hk
throw-back
I am not sure if I am remembering things in the right way:
The sequence,
The consequence,
The happenings,
The said and the unsaid,
The remembered and the forgotten,
The notice and the unnoticed.
“Remembrance of things past is not necessarily the remembrance of things as they were.”
I remember the day,
Where the dark and the bright places were inverted, inside-out;
The sun was setting
Inside my heart of darkness,
Over the hills and far away,
Where the lie lies
The elongated shadow on the wooden floor,
A vanished mom,
A lonely kid and a helpless maid,
A red phone,
Reaching out to no one.
The scream, the cry and the tears
Inside the heart of darkness
Has never been revealed.
For seventeen years it has been hidden,
Leaving unsaid and unnoticed.
A silent sunset,
An unanswered prayer,
An unheard scream
Inside the heart of darkness.
And will stay forever.
Written on 10 July 2017.
A throwback, a flashback, a reminder, an alert.
on-career
A day of despair
Is not a day rare
Rules unclear
And nothing to bear
Written on 20 January 2015
winter
Red trees standing side by side
Red leaves falling by and by
Waves of people and crowds of trend
Flooded the woods with trash and sand
Snaps and Polaroid and iPhones and chit-chat
Facebook and Pinterest and Instagram and snap chat
When the civilisation of human is murdered
By propaganda and social media
Wonder of nature
Wonder of technology
Wonder of world
Wondering if someone else feel the same as mine
Wonder
If there is an end
Written on 3 & 24 January 2015
A fragment of winter
together
Growing up together
Is not like happily ever after.
From madness and shouting and jealous and tears
Through craziness and doubts and mind gone insecure
To laughters and cries and memory that slaughters:
Life without you is like a world out of rules,
The past is the fragment that find us fools.
Written on 24 January 2015
A revisit to the past — the high school age
of-vegetables
A time saver
The life’s savior
For those who waste time
Waste the best of life
Piece by piece
Hands release
Live in the moment
Alone with ease.
Written on 24 January 2015
An observation at the neighbourhood of Lok Fu, Hong Kong
the-test
No game
Do chem
For that mere test you have
Once in a lifetime
Brings you to an eternal rest
Or restless life as you may say
But one is not
And never to escape
All the best
Written on 24 January 2015
For roger my brother
smiley
Smiling face on the upper deck
Teasing at the race of rats
Women with wrinkles and folds in the hands
Ignorant child loses mind in shipwreck
Wandering young man knows nothing ahead
Here it goes:
Smiling face on the upper deck
Of the best bed in world
The Eden the common the underworld’s summon;
The smiley face of Luna disguise
In the mask of clouds on the upper deck.
Written on 24 January 2015
An observation on the moon
sunday
A Sunday afternoon
All I want on a Sunday
Is merely a refreshing date
Great coffee mild breeze childhood snacks
A moment of joy without the burdening sack
Bright sun white clouds and the very blue-blue sky
The feeling of rest is never to die.
Written on 18 January 2015
story-of-romance
Release my soul,
While murder most foul;
My blood has spilled
on the wall, dark and dull:
“Yet each man kills the thing he loves”
My death is nothing but
But the motif of i am beloved.
Release my mind
and keep me blind,
Leave me alone in the paradise
dark and dull.
Written on 13 January 2015
on linkedin group “Poetry and Literature”: A Poetry game
Portrait of Em. 