If I come home after a certain time
I still stumble automatically
(out of habit)
I still fumble with my key in the lock
I still stagger up the stairs
I still fall asleep in my clothes
I still wonder where you are
Yizhuang Culture ParkI’d take a sober mountain
over your chemical-fueled paradise
where islands are pink and seasonal
fashionistas bursting forth in short,
Where the sun hangs, veiled,
aged by midday,
still burning at nightfall.
I wander through hazy streets,
dodging (and making)
hasty judgements and
You cling to me,
sucking me dry as I wallow
in your haphazard wisdom
in my own ignorance.
I’d trade your swathes of
grey red decaying green
for a lonely mountain,
but my transaction
would leave me
drowning in my solitude.
Wo de yuyan dui niMy words for you remain
uncomposed like my thoughts,
content retaining potential.
Wo de yuyan dui ni
Xiang ganqing yiyang you suo bao liu
Translated by: 陆冉-Lu Ran
Shi ChaTime Difference
How can you turn cold with the weather?
Can it be that summer is for catching hold,
before we fall, back into the earth and then,
await the spring?
Ni zenme neng xiang dongtian yiyang manman bian leng?
Shi bu shi yinwei xiatian geng shihe wenrou?
Na shi wo men hai meiyou luo hui dimian ，
Tingzhi zaici, dengdai chuntian ?
Translated by： 陆冉-Lu Ran
InsomniaI take you on dates
to poetry nights
to tell you things I can’t say
without an audience.
You think you’re not brave
because you can’t get up
and spill your heart out
to a room full of strangers
But I make myself into a stranger
when I'm with you
by saying things I don’t mean
and saving the best lines
for the next performance.
When you fall asleep first,
I lie awake on the window ledge
because I don’t know how
to crawl into my own bed
unless you ask me to.
All I want is to give
you everything but
I’m so afraid
it might be too much
that I give you
When I finally do crawl
into that bed,
still half in slumber,
you hold me like
you’re making up
for lost time
and I realise
I am the luckiest
idiot on this earth.
Hui Gu NiangCindarella
It took me twelve hours
To learn how to say your name;
Twelve glorious hours.
Now, an ocean away,
I am left with a pair of your shoes
And a piece of your heart;
One half a size too big,
The other a perfect fit
And I don’t know what to do with either.
Hui Gu Niang
Wo yong le sh
Neither Me Nor The Ink Remembers...Neither Me Nor The Ink Remembers A Time When We Weren’t On Your Arm
To the one who hasn’t moved in;
(and who thinks I might love him
a little less
if he were to admit that maybe,
The one I have to call when I’m locked out
because he’s the only one with a set of keys to
The one who,
after knowing me for two menstrual cycles,
already agreed to spend
The one who,
only as an afterthought,
decided that it was probably a good idea
to ask me first
before turning up at the door with a two month old kitten
(Her name’s Lily)
The one who hasn’t been home in two weeks,
but claims there is a storage room somewhere in this city
with his name on it
（I do believe you.
I’ve been there.
I Want To Stand With YouI want
To stand on every continent with you
(We met on neutral territory)
Two rounds of ‘meet the parents’
And we’re almost halfway there
In This TogetherI know that it’s not my fault or responsibility to fix it.
I know that it just is.
But I can’t help taking it as a personal criticism that I am not able to draw every last bit of sadness out of your body.
It's like you're on standby,
All I can do is stand by.
And nothing makes me more sad than knowing that I can’t make you happy.
It will never get easier seeing you down
And I will probably never stop blaming myself for things beyond my control.
But I know that I do help,
In ways I can’t quantify or measure
Because happiness and listlessness don’t come in units or servings
And I know that you are not one or the other;
You just are.
You are every wish and dream and fear and regret.
You are every. thing.
And on my bad days, you are there.
Easter IslandI want to take a trip to Easter Island,
With a daytime flight and a window seat.
I want to watch the ocean pass beneath us;
Thousands of miles without
a single blip of green
And when we land,
I’ll feel closer and further away than ever.
I want to look up at stars
Not blotted out by city lights,
Remembering that we were up there somewhere,
Between the ocean and the ether,
And we’ll feel closer
and further away than ever.
I know you're scared,
And I know you're blue.
But, trust me.
I won't hurt you.
It's no secret
That you hate my friends,
The Crystal Gems.
You think they're a menace,
Something to fear.
But, I promise you.
You're safe here.
They won't hurt you,
Because you can't hurt them.
I wish it wasn't like that.
I don't want to hurt you,
I want to be your friend.
I've come to notice
That Homeworld doesn't know love.
They think Garnet's an abomination,
And my mom's a traitor that should be gotten rid of.
When really, they're just Gems,
Like you and everyone else.
They want to do good for the world.
They just see from a different perspective,
Just like you.
Earth isn't bad.
Sure, some things can hurt you,
And some people are mean.
But, it's a beautiful place,
At least from what I've seen.
You must feel trapped
Without your tools
To keep you from
Losing your cool.
But, you don't need them
To be yourself.
You'll do just as good
As anybody else.
Just please understand me.
I've felt fear
Forgotten HallsAn ancient, sprawling maze to me,
Familiar as I grew;
It housed the rise of many
And saw the doom of few.
Never did I stop to think
Of those that came before;
All I saw was my own path,
My own tracks on the floor.
And now I see it once again
Its age making it new,
Strangers faces alien
The air of nineties, too.
I stood there when they tore it down,
Laughing with my friends.
Not once did I stop to mourn
The era come to end.
And in this dark harvest of season
My life has completely lost reason,
For which or against to decide.
All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide
In sadness and in kindness
In light and in darkness.
In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.
There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...
Piercing, slashing though my head.
Starting somewhere in heaven,
Ending somewhere in hell.
Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.
Are the armies within.
In my head they are all thrashing.
On the heaven's and hell's whim.
To be light or to be darkness.
A perpetual array.
It's not merely my choice,
But the choice of the way.
It's an option of the voice,
It's a thin line of gray.
Is it a choice forced by fate,
Is it a pre-set time and date?
Or a choice to which I myself sway?
But here's our story anyway .
"Nothing that I do will matter.
As all things will merely shatter!"
All my hopes thus darkness scatter,
As it shoves me a decree.
As it si
I'll Wait by the WaterThis is the place where our memories began.
A creek at the bottom of a canyon,
red cliffs on either side and a giant
pond dam to the north that wildflowers grow on.
Paths that we created through the woods
and up and down those copper canyon walls
while we pretended to be wild Injuns
or wanted outlaws being hunted by a posse.
You were on your knees,
in the middle of the creek,
when I found you.
A neighbor girl, trespassing.
I had a mind to chase you off
until I asked what you were doing.
You looked at me, smiled, and said,
"Catching crawdads. Come help!"
After that day, we spent Springs and Summers
building fort walls and chasing frogs,
skipping stones and arguing baseball,
sharing comic books and trading punches.
You could hit as hard as any boy I knew.
We had our own bridge to Terabithia,
our own kingdoms of knights and castles,
won the World Series with back to back homeruns,
settled the Wild West and discovered gold in the mountains.
My parents thought you were imaginary
until I bro
How to Live in 2015Be born. That’s the easy part.
Beg for new toys or take someone else’s.
It doesn’t matter. Being selfish as a child is normal.
Being selfish as an adult is normal.
Get dirty. Stop taking everything
so seriously. You’re going to die.
Don’t worry, everybody does it.
Don’t fall in love, love is not a hole
to fall into. Run into love, headfirst.
Bite your tongue until
you can taste the word no.
Give away your secrets under a pseudonym
for someone else to sell.
Chop off your arms and legs to pay for college,
realize tuition rates doubled.
Get a degree. Find a job. Hate your job.
Find a vice. Keep it closer than your breath.
Find God in an alleyway.
Lose God like a set of keys.
Die and be reborn as a memory.
Die and be reborn as an afterthought.
Die and be forgotten.
an atheist's prayerdear god,
i planted no tulips in autumn
and no tulips came in spring.
how silly of me, then
to mourn the empty garden,
to long for fields of amsterdam,
to kneel at night in cold dirt,
i’ve learned there is
a certain ache in lacking
a thing never had, that small itch
whose relief is two seasons past –
so god, if you can hear me,
know that i am homesick
whose name, like yours, i know
but whose flowers i cannot see.
TapestryThe morning is a tapestry...
tripping over last night's grace,
I watch you weave your skin
and shake out your hair -
soft teal and jonquil
shadowing your cheek
as the curtains part between your hands.
Threads tangle as you turn,
dawn is a gentle lover,
and the tumble of birds
plaiting their soft notes
lingers on the pillows
where your smile is my undoing.
OC Meme*Copy this into your Meme..
-Choose 10 of your OC's
-Answer the questions
-Then tag 3 people
1.) 3, 7, 4, and 9 go ice skating. What happens?
2.) Its Christmas!!! 5 throws a christmas party and invites three people of choice. Who does he/she invite? What happens?
3.) 6 catches 2 dancing/singing to the 'spice girls'. What's 6's reaction?
4.) 1 and 10 are stuck in a janitor's closet. How the crap did they get in there?
5.) 4 confesses his/her love for 8. What happens?
6.) 3 walks in to see 6 and 7 making out in 3's closet.. What is their reactions?
7.) 9 and 5 have an argument that soon turns into a fist fight. How did it start? And How does 2 try to break it up?
8.) 6 and 7 are getting married! But 8 is in love with 7. What does 8 do?
9.) You here a knock on your door. You open it to see every one of your OC's bursting in to your home. What do you do?
10.) 2 admits to you that he/she killed 9. What do you do?
11.) Everyone gat