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: hongkong
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.
the-fantasy
The false and foolish dream of youth:The disguise, the act, the drama, the stage,
So beautiful,
So powerful,
So bright and full of miracles–
They said–
To be yourself
To be free
To be dreamy and be a better me…
The little getaway
Into the the adventures in the wonderland,
The dark hole of false hope
The dream is coming to an end,
The reality began.
The casted spells
The illusions shown
The untold truths
The realised costs.
— is finally coming to an end.
Written on 17 April 2016.
two-realities
The fading boundaryBetween my two realities
Lies the the edge of my sleep
On the stitches of the sleeves:
I stood on the steepest tip
Of the antique clock
On the wall
It said nine but it is pronounced seven
Early in the morning
With the murmuring
Of my brother and father
And the buzzing sound from the worn out radio,
Waking me up but it is not time yet
Give me more rest before you regret
見てるよ、夢より。
また…
Written on 12 March 2016
From the two realities
hair-cut
for each
centimetre
that cut
from my hair
deducts the value
of me
to be here:
a man in the history
a page of the story
a line in my poetry
a second in a century
that counts for nothing
but a dream to be buried.
Written on 19 June 2015.
on-career
A day of despair
Is not a day rare
Rules unclear
And nothing to bear
Written on 20 January 2015
on-age
The age never forgives anyone;
The age have never ever forgotten any single one
She keeps her preys in her sight in the hunt:
Those Dancing on her face,
Yawning in her wrinkles,
Cheering inside her eyes,
Crying from her ears–
In time, in time
You gained and you lost
But what is lost is always more than that is gained
Only is time robbing everything that held in the helpless arms
And leaving there none
But who dares to get them back?
Written on 3 December 2014
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
Portrait of Em. 