Buried Underneath This Stack of Dreams…

Buried, underneath this stack of dreams, were us. We’d dreamed too big, allowed all those false fantasies, make-believe fairytales, to get blown out of proportion.

Buried, underneath this stack of dreams, you’ll find that dying love I no longer had for you, for I’d, already, put IT out of its miseries, it was sick a long time, and, it’d, taken me, long enough, to finally put it down!

what you’re going to find…Photo from online…查看來源圖片

Buried, underneath this stack of dreams, were our shared moments of love, and now, this stack of dreams had, crushed it, suffocated it, and we now have, nothing. Buried, underneath this stack of dreams, what do you think you’ll find, if and when you ever come back, to this home we once made love in, huh? Me, still waiting for you, like I’d done for years and years on end before? Don’t be stupid, my heart’s checked out already, and, it’d just, taken my body longer, to follow its (my heart’s???) lead is all.

Buried under this stack of dreams, is my goodbye (although this “bye” is nowhere NEAR “good”!) to you, and, you’ll find it, at the VERY bottom of the pile, almost dead, because it got crushed………

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Driver’s Ed, a Poem

I can’t sever my ties with you yet, just allow me to love you, a bit longer, please!!! Translated…

This is, the Unreturned

Miniature Version of, that Map of the First Love

I Was Once, a Slow Car, Driving According to Your Signs

Reverse, Park, Drive Forward Bumpily

The S Driving Paths, Very Well Rehearsed查看來源圖片navigateing through this obstacle fcourse of love…photo from online…

Those Spells Which Had, Stopped Working Due to the Twists & Turns Now

Pretended I was Changing Lanes, Tested Out the Safe Distances Too

Allowing that Invisible Crosswalk to Get Between the Two of Us

Brake! Don’t Park on the Lines, Ahhhhhhhhhhh, for a Very Long Time

I’d, Not Wanted to, Signal, All the Green Running Men, Stand Perfectly Still

I’m Still on that Driving Range in Your Dreams, Practicing Repeatedly

This, is what stuck felt like, isn’t it? The person you were in love with, had already, moved on, and you still couldn’t, because you’re still, too emotionally attached or whatever, and, this is going to get harder, because you still had YET to deal with that final goodbye, severing the emotional ties with whoever you’d, broken up with…

Optics, a Poem

Having someone ELSE there, AT the center of YOUR universe, this, is not going to end well at A-L-L! Translated…

We’d Polished Those Lens

Calculated the Curves of Language

Waited, for a Specific & Destined Time

That Light that Traveled Here from Afar

At that Specific Right Angle

like this, and, you WILL get B-U-R-N-E-D!  Photo from online…

Passed Through Those Layered, Transparent Hearts

Burning Me, in that Void, Suspended

That Combustible Focal Point

So, this, is what it feels like, with someone at the center of universe, because you were, lured in love, and yet, after the love is gone, what will you be LEFT with? Oh yeah, I forgot, UTTER DARKNESS, and you’d become, a sure part, of that darkness, because you’d lived your life around that other individual, and, it’s NEVER good, with someone ELSE at the focal points of your own lives…

Before We Said Our Goodbye…

Before we said our goodbyes, so many things happened, leading up to this farewell, and now, looking back, I see, that everything happened, in progression…

Before we said our goodbyes, things are, uncertain, we’d, lived, side-by-side for god knows how long, and, I guess, that passion that should still be there, just DIED!

like this???  Maybe…not my photograph…

Before we said our goodbyes, so many things had happened between you and I, misunderstandings, hurtful words were, blurted out, and, hearts were, shattered. Before we said our goodbyes, everything flew, out of control, and, the fight we’d had, that, was just, the final straw, wasn’t it???

Before we said our goodbyes, I keep on, returning to that moment, when you gave me that perfunctory kiss on the forehead, and turned and walked away, leaving me, standing, all alone, under that dimming lamplight, and, I felt………absolutely……NOTHING!

Tear Drops on That Note…

Teardrops on that note, smearing it all out, everything became a total blur…

Teardrops on that note, that note’s been, damaged with water, just look at the washed-off ink stains from the writing. You’d cried your tears, repeatedly, onto those hard-on-your-heart words of his, hadn’t you? So, why don’t you, throw out that ruined note, huh? Because you enjoy a good, old-fashioned torture, is that it???

Teardrops on that note, stop looking at it, it’d become, that awful reminder, of how love could’ve been, but it wasn’t, was it? And, by keeping that note close to your heart, you’re, allowing it, to tear you up inside.

like this???  From online…

Teardrops on that note, dried, and cried, again, again, again, again, again (you get the picture, don’t you???), and it’s still not quite near end yet. Teardrops on that note, and still, you can’t bring yourself, to toss that broken heart out, ‘cuz you wanted to remember, how he’d, hurt you, how you were, betrayed by love, so, you won’t, get betrayed by love again!

Teardrops on that note, that hard goodbye that came too soon, but, if it didn’t come when it had, would you be where you currently are? No you won’t! So, you still won, you grew up, out of that broken state already, hadn’t you, and now, those tear smeared markings serve as a reminder………

查看來源圖片or this???  Found online…

 

 

 

 

A Band-Aid for Each Time Your Heart Got Broken…

How many, band-aids had you already, saved up, huh??? Too many for you to keep track of?

A band-aid for each time your heart got broken, that’s like kissing a child’s “boo-boos”, that doesn’t do SQUAT! A band-aid for each time your heart got broken, and, it (your heart???) had been broken, more times than you can ever recall, and you’re still sinking and swimming (sinking more!) in the seas of bad love.

like this???  not my picture…

A band-aid for each time your heart got broken, well, I’d, ripped ALL those band-aids off my heart that’s gotten broken, repeatedly already, and trust me, you’d rather, do it, quick (‘cuz that way, it’d only, sting for a short while!!!), rather than peeling back the band-aid, slowly!

A band-aid for each time your heart got broken, so, how many band-aids did you, “waste away” already, huh? And, how many more band-aids are you going to go through??? At this “rate”, you’ll be going through ALL the band-aids in the world, and it still won’t quite be enough!!!

better rip it off quick, it’ll only sting a second!!!  Not my photo still…查看來源圖片

A band-aid for each time you got your heart cracked open, doesn’t feel good, as someone REACHED inside of your heart, TEAR it out, ripped it to shreds, then, put those shattered pieces, BACK in, does it??? Of course N-O-T.

 

 

 

Getting Out from His Globe

I need to get away, from this place so full of memory of love, of us, of you! Translated…

Leaving, for the time being, you can see more clearly, compared to when you gone on those planned trips.

Even as you’d taken along a cane, as you’d come back, it may have gotten, bent out of shape. Especially when our spines were so beaten down by the sunset, we can’t get back up, choosing to “walk out” can bring a new change to your lives.查看來源圖片not my sketch…

As you’d walked out, you must take control of your own time. Don’t forget to take that “timeline” with you, then, you will be able to, turn the world with it later on! Meaning, that from then on, you will only, gain control over your own space and time. With that sort of an open space, the skies are the limits, and, all those lines will eventually, turn softer too. Although, in the very beginning, there would be, the process of the wash and dry, the wear and the tear, like once in a farm, I’d felt, that the gecko only took a few steps, then, it’d, stopped! And, for a very long time too, don’t know what’s made it hesitant, “Does the gecko have something that troubles him too?” But, it’s flattened out outlines are matched with the surrounding environment, because the sharpened sights, weren’t fitted for the morning mists, unfitting to the light mint liquor, the squirrels wouldn’t, hurry into the frames either. Because those sharpened pointy tips of the writing pens, are usually very sad.

Where do you go on an exodus? To Xitou, to Dulan, or to Ludao? Might be none of these. The best kind of trips are unplanned, just live on a day-to-day basis, not casting away the idea of traveling with someone. If, you both got lost in the same dreams, feeling that the war is close by, locked, inside the drawers; those unknown paperclips, the defeats, or, those films past their due dates, and the glorious moments of your younger years.

As for me, from before as I’d, ventured out, the farthest I’d gone was an unknown island, the closest, the lanai of my apartment. And, what I’d done the most was headed toward the Pacific, to a place, to feel His love for me. And, just like that, the entire afternoon, I’d followed the treks on the back ridges of the books, walked in my own shadows, seeing how far I’d come, to finally reach my self, seeing how life had been hard on me. Look at it again, staring at it long, you’d found out, that those moments you’d gotten stuck on, are merely, small bumps in the roads of life. As you’d finally, peeled back the grayed dusts covering your self, you’d found, that other than those lies that made the city, everything else is still separated and with the clear cut boundaries.

Heaven only knows, that the space you’d lived in, is inside his globe.

And the “he”, may be a lover, a coworker. If it’s a coworker, your emotions from day to day became his meteorology, either to choose to get affected, or to strike out, to search for that undiscovered sight. If it’s a lover, then, in the world of love, who knows who’s the host, and who’s the parasite? For those who have it worse, are those things you’d told, but nobody believed—“he” with the virtues of nature, the beauties of the daisy, even the butterflies came to help him out. How about you? Us? Would we, age as gracefully too.

查看來源圖片memories everywhere I turn…not my photo…

If there’s a fork in the road, that we can cross over the plains of winter, the time and space, can start by setting the characters of the storylines, then, we’d no longer, needed to, live our lives on his globe. We should be able to hear the waters of the galaxy, and finally, arrived to the verses.

So, you’re, still hung up on that certain someone, aren’t you? But, no matter how much quicker you want to get rid of his memories, you can’t, because, love IS painful, and it hurt, and, until you’d, fully hurt, you will never find the strengths, to get back up from that huge fall into and out of love with that certain someone!