love – Page 2 – Portrait of Em.

the-sunset

the sunset at the college
always reminds me of the
happy carefree days

when we are all nineteen
and here we met
we play and craze
and skipped the lessons
we talk of the dreams
we think nonsense
we feel youth

the sunset
the sunset!

always perfectly warm and bright beam
disguising as an eternal moment.

Written on 25 November 2014
At HKBU, during the sunset

nightmare-on-and-on

every day and night
is hopelessly filled with flight
and nightmare silent air whitening hair dropping tears
contribute to the darkness in the room of despair that cannot bear

but who does care
for who is sewing every single thread
onto the cloth of bloody red
and what is not fair left unfair

Written on 28 October 2014

rain

naughty little rain drops
falling, popping like an army of frogs
quick and secret and feared and stuck
in the absence of hope and luck

tears of the midnight sky
mourning for the little bird that could not fly
feeling lost and confused and lonely and sad
the magic spell is left unsaid.

Written on 15 October 2014.

little-bunny-asleep

sweet sleep, long night, silent air —
a little bunny curled around the soft blanket
a tiny treat, dreaming sweet
nothing can compare with the warmth of the feet

good night, sweet dreams.

Written on 5 november 2014.

lovely little birds from the north
pick up the messy lines of nerves
in the woods inside the skull
the thicker one is picked by a gull
and the thinner ones by crows
all but one of the warblers stayed and the room is stuffed full

crumpled nerves make a nest in the head
scratching
stretch
aching
squeezing
evacuating

the last warbler go with the robin into the woods
here they fly
heretheyfly

to the edge of sanity
to the border in front of melancholy

and they stopped
and they stopped

on the fragile branch of a tree
emptied wholly.

Written on 28 October 2014.

cafe-life

breeze amid the stagnant air
blowing through the floating hair
lightly slip by the ringing ear

pop

for life is too soon to be captured
too fast to hold
and too heavy to bear

when the days and nights are filled with nothing
but sheer despair.

Written on 21 Oct 2014.

emotion-leakage

for all the screams and pains and tears
that are leaking out
from my secret hide-out:

the silent scream
the dark out beam
and the melted ice-cream
in the childhood dream

creeping from the still air
emerging from the iced wter

say good bye
and farewell
for those are what to be sacrificed
in a life in the hell

Written on 24 September 2014.

tears-and-tear-gas

Tears from the sky
Tears of the spies
Tears of the poisonous gas come amid the crowd of pride

Who can differentiate white from black and
Tell of what is right from wrong and
what is Correct and what is not

Be drunk
Be drunk with tears
Be drunk with anger
Be drunk with fear and terror and the shallow warrior

So now the game is over
Turn your back to the withered clover.

Written on 9 October 2014
Inspirations from the Umbrella Revolution in Hong Kong: What is democracy?

Save-us

To be or not to be
That is the question
All that we yell or request or want
Is but the dream to be free

Some are far too childish
And some are bit too coward
But we are not rubbish
For you to bully and push us forward

Our city is dead
And the news is to be spread
Democracy is dead
And the news is left unread

Save us
Save our city
Save our democracy
Save our Hong Kong

Which is killed and buried and sad

Written on 28 September
When history repeats itself
When Tiananmen massacre re-happens

of-work-of-adulthood

for all the screams
and pains and tears
that leak out
from the secret hide-out

the silent scream
and the dark-out beam
and the melting ice-cream
of the childhood dream

say good-bye
and farewell
for that is what to be sacrificed
in a life in hell

Written on 24 September 2014