Sunday, June 14, 2009

Lush green leaves of spring
My warm face brushing it swifly,

Nature's loving ways,
Awoken this tired being.

Saturday, May 30, 2009

My optimism is drowning,
Ma's illness slowly gaining.

One day I'll wake up,
I hear this plea, come home
On the phone my siblings say,
Ma just passed away.

Left without plea,
My fears are crippling me

Saturday, May 09, 2009

Muddy, my mind is muddy,
Unclear this confused state,
Clear coat this thinking,
End this aimless wandering.