No war, peace zone

Everytime I start to speak, my thoughts are seen as bullets; And you feel the need to raise your shields, closing yourself in it, Not knowing your closed ears are like closed fists holding the grenades; And so we sleep it off and wake up to the next day like a war did not happen, …

A child and his dreams

The child wakes up from his dream one day,Thunders, Slams, Screams, and BamsWas it a nightmare? No, not yet…Before childhood’s magic bubble snapsLet’s play another round and take a nap The child wakes up from his dream one day,Thunders, Slams, Screams and BamsWas it a nightmare? No, not yet…The heart feels all but the mind …

Smiling, on repeat

Smiling as one enters, curtsies as would beBut for all the times hitherThe crying heart repeats Pumping with every heartbeat that slowly drains the heatWhen will it stop pretending to be happy on repeat Photo by Julia Avamotive on Pexels.com

Tornado and Ribbons

You send a tornado of emotions up my nervesI get swept up in confusionYour words, your distance, your concernIn a cyclone of conflicting endsSpinning between desire and repulseStruggling to conform and rebelTumbling with rooted dissentLike spinning ribbonsWords looking Art and prettyTied in knots and hypocrisy I hold back my tongueRippling pride on the runWaving ribbons …

My Umbrella Against You

Your words pour down on me radiating with scorn; I lift my face; eyes distant; Heart blazing; My face held up like an icy shield; like an umbrella against your abhorrent heat. Photo by Aline Nadai on Pexels.com

To run with you

I bind my wings in shackles; and keep the keys in my heart; close the windows to freedom; so I can hold your hand and run Photo by Flora Westbrook on Pexels.com

知足易生：三字经

蓝天下 绿草中 晨光照 悦鸟鸣 微风吹 细雨滴 翩翩舞 笑脸迎  

The Wanderer Wonders

I stood watching leaves float down like golden sparkles; covering crossroads in layers of lime-yellow. Shining bright it was, blinding, yet the path was gone. The sun has set in puddles of orange and violet casting damp shadows on the walkway; soon the light will go and panic will takes its place. Yet, wasn't it perfect …

Perfect Morning

Peace and quiet painted on colors of the dawn, like sprinkles of sunshine on cupcake; The sleeping leaves snuggled into blankets of sunlight; Branches glistened with crystal-clear dew as they wake; like the fresh rustle of mint breath in the morning and a symphony of sweet songs by the Robins. Photo by Wildlife photographer David Chapman, …

Sweet sound of opium poppy

Music, sweet sound of opium poppy, honeyed notes on buttered senses, like happy droplets raining down on swaying skirts and hair: Drug the mind, lift the feet, tip-toed spins of the ballerine, watch the world turn into rainbow, and the scent of roses fill the air, feel the dew of grass under your feet and …