26 January 2009

Time to Release My Mask

I smiled, 
And my eyes shine in mild.
I laughed, 
Because nothing was left.

I don’t even know, 
Why it feels so cold.
I have no one to hold, 
And no where to go.

I know I’m right, 
I am not that bright.
No joy that makes me stay, 
And it’s the sorrow I have to pay.

Beneath my disguise I act, 
Don’t know when it will crack.
Underneath my mask I will play, 
Forget what happened in May.

Nothing will make me forget, 
Each piece of that crash.
And it turns me like trash, 
My happiness of life melts.

I have no memory, 
I have no worry.
I remember briefly that night, 
The droplet of blood that over flew my sight.

I couldn’t relieve, 
The thought I’ve lost my mommy.
I couldn’t believe, 
My daddy has been no longer in this world.

What brings me to this really? 
Now I am all alone, 
For living it is too long.
I’m gone with my disguise sadly.

The world looks me as a star, 
Because I act too well.
And when the star stops shining as I fell, 
The world will seek for a new star.

When could I end my smile? 
People around me in a mile, 
When could I release my mask? 
Where people corner me and love to ask.

And may this stops, 
As the time will do, 
And when my moment arrives, 
This will be over, 
My mask will be opened, 
My grief memories fade, 
And I’m carried to the everlasting world without fake. 

(2007)


21 January 2009

An Angel

No one knows about destiny. 
But whatever it is… 
It does fairly. 

There will be time to have,  
There will be time to lose. 
There will be time to say hello,  
There will be time to wave a goodbye.  

Nothing remains.
Though it seems unbreakable,  
It will be crashed by a broken heart..  

He speaks nothing,  
Yet an unvoiced sight. 
Plainly I sense,  
Every single letter he spoke out. 

He’s there when I just can’t find anyone. 
And when I see a shadow approaches me, 
I can bet that it is him.  

I never know about him. 
Yet I don’t have anything to offer.
It was too weird,  
To accept that someone has slipped into my heart. 

He teaches me many things,  
He loves the way I am,  
He guards me through my ways,  
He guides me along the hard path.  

He grants me too much happiness,  
He comforts me with his own way,  
He calms the shaking storm in my mind,  
He… makes me believe that I am important.  

He’s more than a friend. 
Too petite for a friend. 
For everything he has done for me, 
I have to avow, 
that no matter what I will always beside him. 

Barely he doesn’t know,  
That my prayer always follows his steps. 
Perhaps he’ll never make out,  
How much tears I’ll shed for his sorrow,  
How much pride I’ll bet for his winning,  
How much joy I’ll share for his happiness,  
How much worry I’ll hold concern for his illness,  
Though he can handle it alone.  

If someday I am forgotten,  
That memories can no longer keep him to remember me,  
It is enough for me to know,  
That he had ever placed my name on his best-friend list..  

He is always be… 
An angel for me.

(June 2007)


A Letter for Mother

Her bloom, her sorrow, 
Spreads everywhere. 
Her gloom, her pain, 
Overflows everywhere. 
If I can really see, 
What remains behind her sight, 
And whole her soul... 
Because, 
What she shows outside 
Never same with the inside. 
So tell me, What are you hiding for?  
I wish if I can really treasure, 
Then I will find... 
What's inside a mother.

( February 2007)