You made me feel
wrong inside
like the last person
in a line
like unimportant
for life
you made me feel
like I had died...
And every time
I make a mistake
i feel so bad
and so ashamed
I see your shadow
walking away
with that cold heart
with that cold face...
Jessica
Although in strength little ants are weak seemingly,
Years of their gnawing may bring about a calamity.
By hard work, they can make a river or sea leak,
Also they can eat up a giant whale beak by beak.
By unremitting efforts, they destroy rafters and beams,
Digging hard, they cause collapses of stone columns.
Those who are in power here is my advice for all,
Don’t make light of things unimportant and small.
(tran.)
I have spoken much -
my trivial record of the hours.
God has not troubled me much,
while ants and termites continue to terrorize nations.
The ugly I have found to be beautiful,
and the beautiful ugly. The root, the gnarling trunk,
and the dying leaf know me.
On the highway, crows pick over a possum.
The meat is gone, bones cracked open.
An eighteen-wheeler roars toward them.
They lift into the sky and hover unperturbed.
The rig's smoking stack passes just below.
Again they descend to the flat carcass
and resume their conversation
with the possum.
I recall as a boy, I stood
by a window looking at a sparrow just like this one.
Every feather could be the same, even the mien and stance
of the bird – the same.
I had never thought of myself as a tree, yet all my life
I’ve been branching away from first roots.
and now thank God, I am become - homely.
My air-conditioner is a hive of humming minds.
Under my dreaming head a pillow stuffed with whisper.
Ghosts do not trouble me,
what does not seem to change bothers me.
That night in your bedroom
I watched a star (die)
its fixed suspended beam
blink (into blackness).
So many surplus lights were there above me
that I should not have seen its smothered eye
nor cared.
But I watched (beneath it)
a million backward steps away
that star of mine (implode)
a soundless clap
(a gunshot)
in some suicidal ear.
What is the universe thinking?
Everything moves in a supposed order
Expanding according to eternal, unwritten laws
Created by an explosion unlike any other
Controlled by the being who dreamed it up
Maybe by design
Maybe on a whim
Maybe it was just a second thought
Maybe the universe was his first mistake
In the end he created a world
Green and blue
At the edge of an unimportant galaxy
It orbits an insignificant star
That one world he gave life
He gave the world to human kind
Mere insects when compared to the rest of reality
Ten thousand lifetimes later
Man has a creation of his own
He has created his own demise
Disease, pollution and war
When it is all done
The being who created man will return
He will look at what man has done
He will shake his head in disappointment
The green and blue world he created
It will start again
He will give the world life
And it will thrive
At least for another ten thousand lifetimes
If they don’t make the mistakes the first life did
It may last longer
Or will the creator will once again reclaim his world
And he will try again
surrounded by bitter disappointment
seemed to be a permanent appointment,
laughter and friends non-permanent cure
no room for any feelings no more,
you never seem to listen, you never seem to care
and when i need you the most, you are never there,
we talk about you problems, we talk about your woe's
we never talk about me, is how it always goes,
so, i bottle all my feelings, keep them hidden inside
when someone tries to open them up, they only seem to hide,
i am messed up inside, with no way to let it out
so i end up all alone, and this is my saddest doubt,
you are there for my brother and my sister too
but when it comes to me, you have other things to do,
i pretend i am happy by a plastering on a smile
i pretend to care about other things like; fashion hair and style,
i do not have a favorite is what you always say
but when it comes down to it, it always me who pays,
it is hard to be alone, it is hard that no one cares
but, most of all it's hard to think that, when i am in trouble no one will be there.