A day of despair
Is not a day rare
Rules unclear
And nothing to bear
Written on 20 January 2015
Tag: quotes
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
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
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
a-return
a return
from the hell of fire
from the heart of darkness
from the cave of silence
from the sea of despair
a place with hope and light
sometimes a heavy shower
or maybe a sip of breeze
or with the burning sun
and always twenty one
for decades or so
it is always twenty one
the mercy the play the craze the youth the fun
stupidity and innocence
where we believe we are old enough for choices and chances
shameless and fearless
a place of memory
a spot in the memory
a return
that can never ever return
Written on 25 November 2014
At HKBU — a place of memory after 3 years of studying
Portrait of Em. 