Smiles and Tears

Like waiting for the bus
though uncertain  when it will come,
one still keeps standing
a roller coaster ride when waiting's done.

A phone call unanswered, 
but just a message could lift up,
the mixed feelings inside
is where the lines overlap. 

Pain succumbs in the distance
like a pipe gradually growing rust
but overwhelming is the strong stance
of hope, of respect and of trust.

Similar to a clear black sky
of abstractness and unclarity,
but with specks of light from stars
cluttered is comfort and security.

Always, the coin has two sides
one begets the other, the other begets one,
composed of both smiles and tears,
inevitable, it's the nature of love.

Hidden Stars (Poetry 2)

Hollow emptiness of the black sky embraced dearest Earth
A fear of the black hole replaced the effusive dream-like mirth
Lost glitter of lovely hopeful stellar along besmirched springs
The failure of continued connection of once strong-tied strings

In a song's quartet, amore struggled with the melody to live
Turning the pentagon as its shelter until vanity waiting's eve
Sudden and sweet decisions contrived with mighty Augustus
Argued by loneliness and discontent waged with Mars, the pius

Up on the vast Milky Way existed sure fields of uncertainty
One not knowing the end nor the future of one's galaxy
Though efforts and sacrifices were painstakingly held in the journey
Ode is made to question and inquire in Cupid's cheerful sanctuary

Stars aren't as inviting as they used to glimmer once at night
Seemed they're thrift and saved the beauty of shows, it might
In the white cotton of playful and lingering clouds remained
A hope to see the glitter of loving hopeful stellar after the rain

my solemn catharsis (Poetry 1)

my solemn catharsis

in the comfort of darkness,
i began to shed tears,
bursting from pressures
i know i long feared.

under my blanket,
i hugged my trembling knees
i mourn for my lost self
inside this fondest years.

i wonder how much laughter it cost,
to hide the melancholic heart.
in this solemn catharsis,
i began to tear apart.

as the day turned to night,
my psyche starts to reap.
wrapped in bittersweet happiness,
clots of anxiety and fear, i keep.

courageously, i turned the light on,
and saw an unhappy girl,
a familiar reflection in the mirror
tonight, i didn’t know so well.

i don’t know if i’ll be happy,
when the world’s revolution speed up.
i’m not quite sure if by the end,
my world would still cheer up.

and then i think of you
with my idle pen and ink
with again a little light in this darkness
i try to fall asleep.

in the comfort of darkness,
i tried to enlightened my self,
mr burden and my worries,
by morning, i will forget.

*repost from my Friendster blog