blooming blossom in the blurry night
drawing my mind from my mere sight:
pink and yellow and violet and red
on the greyly shaded grassy bed,
spring has come to the year
where no plan is planned ahead.
Written on 6 April 2015.
Tag: poetry
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
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
inside-the-station
Just now at the station
I saw an old man
Chasing a younger woman
The woman just stared at him
With anger in her eyes
and asked him not to follow
“I’m your father”
“Who the hell are you”
Then the old man went away
And then turned back and ran to her
With his half-disabled leg
He pretended he was not following
Until the woman walked into the gate
And he ran through the machine at his maximum speed
With his half-disabled leg
And stalking at her back
And asked her to come back
But she will not
And never will she.
Written on 3 January 2015
An observation of the neighbourhood culture at the newly opened HKU station
Portrait of Em. 