Petals of my Heart
Saturday, June 06, 2009
The cherry blossom tree blooms a pale pink.
Its flowers' petals are shaped like tiny hearts.
If each petal that fell was a tear I cried over you,
I'm afraid that the cherry blossom tree would be bear,
though it has thousands, possibly millions, of blossoms.
And there, under its ugly naked branches,
would lie an ocean bleeding pink teardrops
like my heart's crying and leaking out lost love.
Then, someday, all the painful petals will be swept away
by a strong wind that happened to blow my way.
Maybe at least one little petal might stay in my heart,
tucked away safely in the dark.
Still, after all that pain
that left me fragile and numb,
spring will come again,
and so will love.
Daily Miracle
A blinding white that announces the sun
that is even more blinding that it damages your eyes.
All this is floating around in the beautiful clear blue space
where all our worries and cares fly away.
This spell-binding daily miracle is medicine for the soul.
The warmth of the golden rays of heaven's light
soak through the ever-dying skin
to reach the soul within.
A tingling sensation of joy spreads throughout
the body and cures any type of frown.
These rays are drops of happiness
that fall upon us all planted in this mess
of fear, hatred, jealousy, greed, and violence.
They are just little gifts from God
to give us hope and relieve us of our stress.
We just have to take time to see this miracle.
Shading my eyes from the awesome sun,
I smile as I catch drops of joy in my palm
and embrace a warmth that caresses my pain
and massages all my inner wounds of the day.
This simple magic is enough for me to continue walking
on for the rest of my days forever smiling.
[This poem was published in my high school's Lit Mag]Labels: poem
Blue Worlds
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Standing here on a protruding cliff,
I can hear the waves crashing below
and the gulls calling from way up high.
At the right time of the day,
I can't tell where the ocean meets the sky.
They become one with each other
as their beautiful blues find one another.
The fish are able to fly.
The birds are able to swim.
Why can't I?
I'm standing here on the cliff.
The land that is unable
to merge with the sky and sea.
I scream out in frustration.
How come I am left behind?
How come I was not given fins?
How come I was not given wings?
I am trapped in limbo.
With feet I cannot soar
in neither water nor air.
I can only peer
into the blue worlds above and below
forever suspended on the strip - the cliff.
Just One
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Just one chance to grasp the opportunity in front of you.
Just one choice could change everything.
Just one careless decision could lead to regret.
Just one crazy risk could turn out great.
Just one cost and one gain or lost
either good or bad.It's a fifty-fifty chance.
Will you take it?
[Eh...Not that good...]
I Can Fly With A Little Help
Friday, July 04, 2008
I want to fly.
The wings attached to my back
are not my own
but that of a giant bird
who's wings expand to reach the clouds
of that blue blue sky
that shines brighter than any jewel or gem
with the sun as its all-seeing eye.
Closing my eyes
I focus on the happy tune
the wind sings in my ears
and the pressure of gravity
trying so desperately
to pull me down.
But here I am
touching the sky that seemed so far away
with a little help from a bird with
beautiful large white wings.
I want to fly,
and, with a little help, I can.
Labels: poem
Getting and Staying Over You
So this is it, huh?
This is how it all will officially end
after about two years of unrequited love
for him.
I've finally given him up.
It makes my heart ache,
but,
even though I wish you the best,
I want to be happy too!
Even though loving you caused me so much pain,
I want to thank that laughing face of yours
for teaching me something new
about this feeling that makes the world turn.
As I remove your smiling picture from under my pillow
and tuck it away in a box under my bed,
I remember
that feeling that could ruin or make my day
simply because I caught a glimpse of you,
you smiled at me,
or you did not even notice
when I called out your name.
I remember that feeling...
all the longing and yearning,
the sweet silent rejoicing,
the bitter envying,
and the lonely and painful crying
- all of these were caused by the feeling of love!
However, in the end,
my sudden desperate confession was not enough
to stir your heart
from the girl that you had fallen for.
So here we are sitting on the steps of your front porch
drinking soda out of cans
reflecting the rainbow painted sunset before us
as if I've never loved you
like I did,
and as if
you never knew.
You smile at me so carelessly
and make those buried feelings want to resurface
as the sun sets your figure aglow.
But I won't let those feelings reignite,
because...
we're both happy
just as good old friends.
Same Day
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
"Child, do you know what to day is?"
"No, Lolo. Why? What is today?"
The elderly man who's back was curved like and hunched over held a small child's hand in his. His bald head reflected the sunlight on that calm, warm August day. The small child looked up at him in curiosity. Her braided black hair slightly swayed in the wind with her simple pink dress flowing with it.
"Today was the day your parents left for heaven."
The little girl's eyes grew wide.
"They went to heaven on this day?"
The elderly man as he smiled sadly at the sky. The little girl smiled not quite understanding what it all meant. She tugged at the man's hand when the wind began to pick up.
"Lolo, let's go home. I wanna go home."
"Okay, Rose," the elderly man said as he continued looking to the sky.
"I remember that day so well, though I don't know why it holds such a place in my heart. It is probably one of my most cherished memories of my grandfather."
A woman with long black of the age about twenty or so stood at a podium at the front of a church. The pews were filled with people wearing black and white clothing. Many were wiping their faces with handkerchiefs and blowing their noses with tissues. Before the altar stood an open black box - an open coffin.
"Thank you for everything, Lolo. I love you, good-bye..."
The woman stepped down from the podium with a tear inching down her cheek as she walked over to the coffin and kissed the forehead of the corpse hidden within it.
The coffin was closed and the people filed out after it.
The woman who was the granddaughter stood in a cemetery with her hair and grey dress swaying in the wind. At her feet was her grandfather's grave. Written on the gravestone was "Gone to heaven."
The woman placed a single white rose upon the grave.
"Hey, know what today is, Lolo?"
Silence.
"It's the day mom and dad left for heaven." The woman gently bent down and grabbed the hand of the little boy standing beside her looking down at the grave. "It's the same day you left for heaven too, Lolo."
A man came walking up from behind the woman and put his arm around her shoulders as she softly cried. The little boy tugged at her hand asking his mother what was wrong. The woman shook her head and smiled at the toddler and then at the man.
They began to walk away from the grave. The woman looked back and smiled.
