Tuesday, October 20, 2015


Why do people leave
And take my heart with them?
Does it bring them joy
To know that my soul, bedlam

Were the stars not enough to keep you,
The dizzying heights of bright
Was the ice not slick, the cold not fright
The Christmas tree, a bit too slight

Why do people cry
It wrecks my sane facade
I wish that we could talk it out
Without the tears on the esplanade

Were the promises not enough to keep you
Futures, the ones that won't come
Could our unrelinquishing grip
Exhausted ambitions, fingers gone numb

Why do people go
While I'm all alone, cold
Do they hear the crack
The sigh
Of a chasm gone untold.

Tuesday, May 26, 2015



  1.   1.
      the place where one lives permanently, especially as a member of a family or household.

Do not ask me where is home,
That is an answer I do not know.
Is that the land I choose to go
The starry nights far from my abode

Is it the culture that strives to be?
The assimilation, desensitisation,
De-nationalisation - Of my identity?

Is it the place where family is but,
A past in the mirror, a future to come?

Why do I not know home?

Why do I not know home?

Why do I not know home?

Because home is not but a place,
Where you are warm, where you are safe.
Home is not but a place,
Where you keep a job, your worries erased.

Home is in the heart,
Of the valleys and springs,
Traverse the cobbled path
See what street lamps bring.

Home is where the stars whisper
And the moon beckons.
On the wispy gales of sleep,
You're counting down the seconds -

The seconds to adventure,
The minutes to knowledge,
In the hour whence you've travelled,
Ignorance has fled the gate.

Home is your whole world,
Therein where your feet stand
Past down the empty vineyards;
Cathedrals; churchyards;
You gain strength

Home is where you grow,
Where humility is stowed.

Therein should my legs give way,
Know this!
That I'll always,
Walk until I see the light of day.

Saturday, March 28, 2015


I want you
Yeah I want you
And nothing comes close
To the way that I need you
I wish I can feel your skin
And I want you
From somewhere within

It feels like there's oceans
Between me and you once again
We hide our emotions
Under the surface and tryin' to pretend
But it feels like there's oceans
Between you and me

I want you
And I always will
I wish I was worth
But I know what you deserve
You know I'd rather drown
Than to go on without you
But you're pulling me down

It feels like there's oceans
Between you and me once again
We hide our emotions
Under the surface and try to pretend
But it feels like there's oceans
Between you and me

I want you
I want you
And always will

It feels like there's oceans
Between you and me

Sunday, June 22, 2014


"You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world,
but you do have some say in who hurts you.

I like my choices. "

- John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

"The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings."

Julius Caesar (I, ii, 140-141)

Monday, June 16, 2014

My Coherence, My Insanity, My Clarity

"Our memory is our coherence,
our reason,
our feeling,
even our action.

Without it, we are nothing."

- Luis Bunuel

The past reverberates in the hollow halls of my heart.
Every picture, every item, every moment.

You can never find love.
It finds you, when you least expect it.

It guides you by the hand, patient yet firm
Until the muddle you encounter in the murky depths of confusion
Centrifuge into a point of clarity

Words said, actions done, yet affection was the glue that kept this ship from sinking
We trudged on into the unknown abyss
Eager yet contemplating
Jumping yet afraid of falling

For the first time in my life, every second was magical.
The simplest ramen dinners
The Sunday mornings
The cakes that lasted all afternoon and evening

I'd never want to turn away.

You asked me why I did it. Why of all days, why on the most important day.

I lied.

And you hurt.

And I said it was anger, that you were leaving.

And you hurt.

And I took it for granted.

And you hurt.

And I smashed it all.
Justified my dank actions against a backdrop of self-pity.

And. You. Hurt.

Once you're gone you will be off to chase a lifetime of dreams encapsulated in a job that will bring you around the world.

I will never know what it will be like. I will be stuck here, alone, forlorn, living in a place you hate, hanging on to shreds of memories that once so beautiful, stink of regret and sadness

Now you're gone.

And I hurt.

Saturday, June 7, 2014


To laugh is to risk appearing the fool,
To weep is to risk being called sentimental.
To reach out to another is to risk involvement.
To expose feelings is to risk showing your true self.
To place your ideas and your dreams before the crowd is to risk being called naive.
To love is to risk not being loved in return,
To live is to risk dying,
To hope is to risk despair,
To try is to risk failure

But risks must be taken, because the greatest risk in life is to risk nothing.
The person who risks nothing, does nothing, has nothing, is nothing, and becomes nothing.
He may avoid suffering and sorrow, but he simply cannot learn, feel, change, grow or love.
Chained by his certitude, he is a slave; he has forfeited his freedom.
Only the person who risks is truly free.

Thursday, January 2, 2014


不甘寂寞 狂妄在人群里走过

所有经过 在别人眼中多荒谬

手颤抖 别惶恐 我陪你找回爱的节奏

爱情 里头其实只有你和我
哪怕 再多负面形容 冷言嘲讽

爱情 里头真的只有你和我
不轰动 却留下回味无穷的线索