Immortal Embrace

bring me the sunset in a cup
filled with time's eternal flame

keep forevermore
by my bedside
touch every night
by moonbeams and starlights

when the sunset no longer shines
when it cease to exist
an empty cup I will savior
your love forever locked inside
an immortal embrace


Poefusion #16
The first line ("bring me the sunset in a cup") is by Emily Dickinson.

Hello

sitting at a new cafe
muffin crumbs in their paper boxes
tables side by side
two soda mugs
the day before summer ended

you stood up
your back toward me
stretched your arms like a cheerleader
the sun all around you

I stared forgetting to blink
then you turned around
smiled
a friendly nod my way
as you walked away

in the middle of a rain storm
I sat on the front steps
watching the rain dripping down
onto the cracked pavement
on my feet
flip-flops in green and gold
against the streaks of rain
I saw you

your bike shiny in the moonlight
your yellow boots a neon glow
your favorite shirt soak
a silly grin on your vibrant face
I stood up
meeting you at the gate
you said hello

Exile

across the even horizon
where the sky touches earth
a girl swims around the moon

her apricot face hides in the shadows
covered in violets and vines
her tail thrashing against the waves
small circular sparkles
in the deep emerald ocean

a song keeps repeating
ascending deep from within
suffocated sorrows in hushed tones
carry away by the ocean of night
dissolve by the day's rays

she follows the moonlight
to where she will soon forget
her love exiled in the land of men


See the image that inspired this at Monday Mural.

Maybe they know

the petals transmuted
their colors fading
becoming white ashes
falling quietly into the rain
reflected in reverse
their sorrowfulness
maybe they know
I'm missing you


One Single Impression

Musings

3:29 am
sitting here
waiting for some insipid thoughts
to spill out of my head
3:30 am
nothing to surprise these empty pages
perfect in their crispy white space
3:31 am
left in this hush state
time almost seem motionless
tranquil in this dull silence
3:33 am
out from these empty pages
shouts of vaguely specified innuendoes
I take them in like muggers
as they crawl out
and beat the crap out of me
taking all my persuasions
eventually landing them onto the pages
3:35 am
so here they sit
a tree of words
read them as you wish
what will they provoke
as they race across your mind
settling into the comfort zone
tuck between the cushions of doubt
do they seek your mortal thoughts
and if they concede any meanings at all
will you ask why
if anyone ask where they came from
do not send them here
these words will cease to exist
as they unruffled and read

Dream A Little Dream

my beating heart splinter
molding into distractions
votive fragments of longings
punctuate by a shiver down my back
blending into a little dream of you


Friday 5: splinter, distractions, molder, votive, punctuate

Reflected Self

I know this much, my place
my world, bare naked
always open to rejections
but nevertheless
I live to hope

can you, would you
casually remember to inquire
how I am doing
can you see
from the other side of a mirror
an old version of me
reflected in you?

not knowing was
your excuse. you tore your own soul-
turned it into scraps
pieces that can not, would not
fit together anymore

my heart burnt with bitter tears
at the thought of you
lost in someone else's arms
bearing not a single part of yourself
or me

someday you'd wake up
and realize what part of you existed
then you will see
I am still inside you
hoping, waiting
for you


Patchwork Poetry

Thanks to these poets for letting me borrow their lines: Lirone, Jillypoet, Mariacristina, Gautami and Writerwoman.

Somewhere

somewhere on a train platform
after too many steps in the wrong direction
I search for unfamiliar stains

A day so ordinary

he sits across from me
calmly as can be, all polite
bathe in the warm sunlight
his face shinning so bright, eyes down
his skin all golden brown
left hand eagerly holds a book
his mind completely hook
all that is in the book, he devour
his right hand with no doubt
lightly scratch about his jaw
mesmerize and in awe
his fingers draw another page
his blue eyes so engage
I stare with no rage and wonder
what can he be under
then he seem to ponder, looks up
I dive behind my cup
gingerly he picks up the jar
pause then set it down ajar
not seeing how far the table
is but still he was able
wobbling the table, he shook
as he closes the book
his smile like a crook, arsenious
not quite notorious
nothing that's callous toward me
with a squeeze of my knee
he moves closer to me, my lips
enrapture on moon trips
dancing on a ship in midair
for a moment we share
tenderness so rare, so divine
his lips merging with mine
our arms intertwine, how unfair
he falls back into his chair
engross unaware, opens book
forgets being unhook
I sit all shook in reverie
nibbling a berry
a day so ordinary, see
he won't admit to me
how much he loves me, he loves me


Poefusion Prompt

Wandering

what would it matter what road I take
many hours I have wasted following this trail
I need to be outside, if not for a moment's break
then for the sake of being less stale

I have no way of knowing myself,
random thoughts leap into my head
but more and more of me wish to leave the shelf
I don't care where my feet tread

anywhere with a solid ground I will walk
and if you find me hopelessly wandering around
don't try to stop me for a talk
even if my face wears a permanent frown

I wish I can explain how I am
or why I am in this confusing state
if only my mind give a damn
and give it to me straight

but what the heck
I'll take any path that takes me somewhere
even if I end up a wreck
wandering the world alone without cab fare

a question that keeps asking
but no answer will decree
my mind will keep masking
there it goes again wandering off without me

Days of blue

the sound of another morning
overflow the air
the eager sun sneaks in bits of light
through the window
through the closed curtains
brightening parts of my world
I pull the sheets over my head
longing to lose the day
I dream

in the dark recess of my mind
a storm arrives in winter hues
reminding me of many things prolong
yesterday's melancholy song
hidden away underneath ordinary days
leftover promises
lost chances
I pursue them
in dreams

seasons unfolds onto each other
the wind rush in without an apology
and leaves without a goodbye
flowers throw their fragrance around
echoes of voices from afar
drifting in between the days
asleep but half awake
pulling a pillow over my head
I continue to dream

in an empty theater
I watch movies surrounded by cardboard figures
laughing at obtuse jokes
my voice diminishing through the air
still I dream

my eyes shut tight
time unmoving
waiting to bid adieu
these lonely days of blue
without you

The Question

he slurs his words
mozzled in thought
a caprussule full of hazy maze
cacks ripple through his heart
his lips glureon together
but out blurt the question
jumbled up in its meaning
she stares eyes wide in bedevilment
he skrey around with his bended knee
closer to her ears
posing the question again
this time the words formed their meaning
she screams in fright
then collapse onto the floor
without an answer for him


Friday 5: caprussule, mozzle, cack, skrey, glureon

Another day

spring came but seem to linger
it's not waiting and yet
it's not hoping
it's moving and yet
it stays still
on sunny days
it would chase my thoughts away
just to make it another dull day

Poem In Your Pocket Day

For more information about Poem In Your Pocket, go to Poets.org This poem is from one of my favorite poet, Emily Dickinson. I think this is the first poem that I ever read which introduced me to poetry. I didn't quite understand it when I first read it but the first line had always stayed with me. There seem to be more than one version of this poem but I like this version the best. Here's the poem:

I'm Nobody!
by Emily Dickinson

I’m nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there’s a pair of us — don’t tell!
They’d banish us, you know.

How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!

The madness of nothing

my mind torn asunder
barely touching on any real cognition
evading thoughts
visible in every open syllable
I fumble through
hoping for reprieve
but will I soon find myself
in the second stage of disbelief?


3WW: Touching, Visible, Stage

Luminous

waves of luminous color lights
bind me in your unyielding spanish rhyme
imbue all these hallow spaces
for I dwell in all the wrong places


One Single Impression

Our Muse

a small black spot carefully engrafted
between your ear and your cheek
creating a small road
divided by a narrow patch of skin
ever so gently caress by your smooth
fingers laced with a trace of warmth
graceful in their movement
hair grazing your neck
intertwining onto your fingertips
jokingly teasing us
kiwi colored teardrop dangles from your ear
longings of our hungry hearts
muted desires
no more realistic then before
our hands write these verses
pocketed inside dreams
quilted from a million other dreams
random expressions of foolishness
surrounds our smiles
tousle together in our
urge to convey
valentines that makes our heart aches
washed away into bits and pieces of
xerox copied love notes
you leave us, our muse
zealous poets with endless words


Poefusion ABC poems

In Dreams

she sleeps upon
dreams of dreams

written on scrap papers
a wish repeating
becoming a thousand more

her absent beloved
his familiar face
eyes watered with skyblue tears
voice soothingly calling her name
like silent wind chimes

together
they float on a moon cloud
his kiss soft as cotton
upon her windswept lips
his fingers brush away her tears
falling
like double rainbows down her cheeks
a bittersweet union

he takes flight
towards the sky
his smile unrelenting
a massive magnificent light
breaking into million bits of silver stars
willingly embed themselves
into the sky of night

she sleeps in dreams
night after night


Monday Mural

A Stranger

she walks through the hollow exits
noiseless pools of the city
dipped in orange and gray
down the unknown streets
monochrome faces stalk the walls
creatures small and divine
crawl the wet pavement
no fears hovering nearby
her eyes wander from one space to another
lips twist to a half smile
she hears her name taking flight
settling over her
soon at her final destination
echoes of sweet hellos greeted her
planting herself into a green plastic chair
she slowly complete her smile


Writers Island

Two Polaroids

your sun brown eyes
squirting behind
bits of dark hair
dry brittle salty lips
revealing a bashful smile
aluminum foil memory
wrapped in blurry effigy

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

slick black hair
immaculate smile
a vague look of coolness
concealed in false sincerity
a skunk that once crawled
from underneath brittle earth
always lost in brilliant calmness


Friday 5: brittle, aluminum foil, Polaroid, skunk, salt