tonight is my night.

floor rumbling to deep bass murmurs

eardrums shot with penetrating force

sweat mixed cocktails, salty lime stirred bodies

entwined trunks slithering smoothly, skin contact hungry.

seductive whispers “take me home with you “

blacklights highlight fly sights

unsatisfied, sound waves reach out to grab ahold

hands up in a church hallelujah, let yourself go

freefalling into rum-laced nirvana

point of no return

fly.

transformation.

it is the lust between us that i thirst for.

the intimacy consumes me.

makes me flex my fingers reflexively,

eager to dig into the creamy flesh of your skin.

the canines extend when i think of

the quickening steps of your heart

running to catch beads of sweat caught between our bodies.

so delicate, the veins that pulse underneath epidermis so thin.

your smell shrouds my mind, releasing me from all humanity.

resistance is futile, consummation is in our blood

let me in so i can feed upon the desires

that have caged us apart for so long.

the moon is out.

eating pandas.

pandas are cute, pandas are yummy.

pandas that have chocolate in their tummy.

one panda, two panda, three panda four,

soon enough it’s panda galore,

they play soccer, they row a boat.

if they drowned, they could probably float.

because they are filled with 11 percent

of saturated fat, such a delicious scent.

end of the box, now i am glum.

but alas, look at that! there’s still a crumb.

<3

tonight in seattle.

sharp winds harshly slice through leaf scattered lawns

blades of grass become slender green gymnasts doing bridges

as they bend over backwards, head over heels.

a cold draft weaves past layers of scarf on jacket on shirt on shirt

invisible frigid hands gently glide underneath layers, caressing skin to the tune of goosebumps

a chilling draft, it weaves in and out between scarf, jacket, sweater, shirt.

a thickening black coated silence covers the sky, revealing nothing to the one looking up

a bashful moon has yet to grace us with its golden presence

you should…hold on tighter to umbrella stems as gales play tug of war

and rain pushes sideways, disregarding laws of gravity.

this weather, an angry lover.

hell hath no fear like a woman’s scorn.

 

 

 

 

it’s cold.

The First of Four.

Three words.

Life is good.

Everything is going great for me for the first time in a while. No angst, no sadness, no stress, no nothing. Right now, I am completely and utterly content with my life. I mean, I don’t wanna rub it in or make people who’s lives are worst than mine right now hate me or whatever. But it was just an epiphany I had. And I want to thank everyone that makes my life one level on the color spectrum brighter. They know who they are so I don’t need to write it out or whatever.

A poem for the gleeful!

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The First of the Four.

 

A peek-a-boo sun giggles as the gray clouds playfully tickle her as they breeze past.

A cascade of pink blossoms fall gracefully to the grass as winds whisper delightedly at the sight of a couple,

handinhand

and

in love.

The smell of earth permeates the air, slightly musty from last night’s thundering rain

In like a lion, out like a lamb.

March’s madness and chaos is over

and

now we welcome April’s get-well baskets filled with floral bouquets

and a dose of golden warmth.

Birds stretch their wings out in the slender limbs of trees, tired after long winters of flying

as flower buds poke their heads up, eager to breathe like a newborn baby.

A child stares up at the sky and asks his mom why the snow has left and the sky now blue.

“Winter has long gone and Spring has come just for you.”

 

 

 

 

Untitled.

i wrote this …like a few monthes ago. when i went through this time when i was just..depressed. and i couldn’t figure out why. i was really tired all the time and weary. this is a descriptionof how one of my showers went. i am unable to elaborate. i never finished it and had it as a draft for the longest time. and reading it now, it brings back the heavyness i remember feeling. ~__~” so i just added the words “the moment has passed” to “finish” up the poem. it’s a way of me acknowledging that, indeed, this is something that has passed. enjoy.

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Unititled.

 

by twisting the right knob, the shower starts

like a newly sharpened knife, the water slices through the air

the steam curls around, tempting me to step into the tub

 a slick layer of moisture builds up on my naked skin

sliding it’s way into each crook and curve of my body

i step lightly into the water, gasping as boiling rain came upon me

each pore screams out in fury, my blood rising red to the surface

the pain intensifies with each second, me refusing to give in

until i do.

i’ve never been strong afterall.

with a slightly twist of the wrist on the left knob, hot turns to endurable

i crouch down, pulling my legs up to my chest

i never realized how tiny bubbles form at the point of collision between water and the floor

thoughts run through my head of words that weigh down on my shoulders

of my stupidity, of my unability to be the equal of my sister, of my life, and my wishes to be far away from here

my breath comes out jagged like a newspaper ripped the wrong way

and suddenly i have to focus to keep afloat, my chest moving up and down quickly

as i struggled to keep the air moving in and out of my mouth

and the dam breaks as i close my eyes tight, refusing to let my emotions run down my cheeks

thankfully confined to the walls of my shower, the water washes away my pain

as i continue to weep, the sounds of my anguish reaching no further then glass walls,

obscured to the outside world by a steam cloud and the sound of rushing water,

minutes go by until i stand up slowly, knees slightly bent

until i’m upright and realize that i can stand.

and the water that runs down my cheeks have faded

the moment has passed.

to someone i see [almost] everyday.

short and sweet. simple and easy.

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you stole my heart with just one word

and the echos of “hi” were all i heard

and all i’ll hear because you don’t know

that my heart beats faster whenever you show

and all i want is your name and more

the tides have brought me to your shore

and i’m stuck in this ironic situation

how you raise me to a higher elevation

and i can’t breathe when i see your face

and how you move with such a grace.

but this moment will pass and we’ll part our ways

til tomorrow’s greeting where just “hi” we’ll say.

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*siggggggggggggggggh. long day. long days these days. oh well.

(reposted. pardon moi)

Take it and Be Free.

blue tears that match the truest ocean
finally shed as she’s crushed under emotion
so strong it beats her down in surrender
still raw from a broken heart so tender
laying under stars wondering what’s out there
pondering the old question, why life’s unfair
it’s true, you’ve always got hope
but when you’re alone, it’s hard to cope
her body’s weak and weary
her eyes are getting bleary
memories flashing only no sound is heard
like a broken television, the picture is blurred
and it seems like the time is just getting slower
and she’s getting no where, just sinking down lower
they say once you’re down, you go up sooner or later
but how long will that take? destiny’s a hater.
one day, one week, 5 weeks, 5 years.
by then how long til hope disappears?
she’s tired of always waiting, letting fate the wheel
and life has lost it’s gleaming appeal
because in her world of black and white
skies aren’t blue and nothing’s right

–hao

there’s always a moment, you either make it or break it
but when the opportunity comes, do you think that you’ll take it?

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hm well i wrote this a while ago and i think it’s pretty good. i mean, emotional. too bad i can’t write these days. lost my creative touch. nothing to write about. will you be my inspiration?