The Last Trip We Took Together…

That last trip we took together, do you remember it? Of course N-O-T! You’d, left us behind a long, long, long time ago. That last trip we took together, it was, our last draw, the final attempt, to save our marriage, and yet, I’d, realized, for certain, that we shouldn’t, stay married together, and, that last trip we took together, turned out, to be the beginning of our divorce!

That last trip we took together, I can vaguely recall the scenes, we went to this beautiful place (that much I know!!!), we thought that this was what our marriage needed, a vacation for just the two of us, without our parents, our relatives or friends, and children, just us two, to sort things through…

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And yet, that last trip, was like that first domino that led to the tumbling down of the rest of the lined-up straight dominoes! That last trip we took together, what happened to us? Why did we, fall out of love? I mean, our love was, supposed to last for a lifetime, wasn’t it? So, how come it didn’t, huh???

That last trip we took together, well, glad that was over, huh? ‘Cuz I’m no longer married to you, and, I’d never been, happier in my life, on that very last day of this vacation for two, which led to my life of one!!!

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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.

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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………

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On Forgiving Those Parents of Ours, for Damaging Us When We Were Still Too Young to Fight Back…

Don’t open your chest up let the butterflies out burn the velvet gloves and seek to trust hands held over hands in circles dancing to the gravy of secure claim Don’t risk dissolution by the marble hands of your own family it never gets easier a little death upon a little death pursed words kissing […]

via Claim — TheFeatheredSleep

Our Lives Together Became a Work of Fiction…

And, unfortunately, happily ever AFTER didn’t come as the ENDING!!!

Our lives together became a work of fiction, because, unlike how I’d, originally thought we’d belonged to and with one another, boy, oh boy, oh B-O-Y, was I, DEAD wrong!

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Our lives together became a work of fiction, as it should, and, it’d also turned into, a suspense novel, with all the elements of MURDER, and all that good stuff too.

Our lives together became a work of fiction, that, is how “we” (oh wait a second, there was NEVER one!) ended, before we’d ever even gotten the chance to meet, face to FACE, and, this, is a horror story, that didn’t end well for you, but as for me, I’d already found the happily EVER after (plus a day extra!) I damn well deserved here.

or all of these???  Still NOT my photograph…

Our lives together became a work of fiction, we were NEVER supposed to meet (or rather, we met!), and, just like the plots of all fitting stories, with a beginning, a middle, and an end, I’d walked from the beginning of this work of fiction our lives together became, into the middle, and now I had, finally reached, the E-N-D!

El F-I-N!!!  (that’s “the end” in Spanish, for those of you interest in knowing that is…)

My First Taste of Love

On the one who’s right for you, but got away, translated…

During the era where phones are prevalent, writing letters became, the hottest way of making friends.  It was my last year of high school, in order to balance out the pressures of the college entrance exams, I’d posted a friends ad onto a well-known magazine, and stressed that I will only reply back, if the people interested attached their photographs.

A young girl with bunny front teeth caught my attention.  She’d moved to Tainan with her older brother, was readying for her high school entrance exams.  She has an overly used first name, wrote like a guy would, with forward thoughts, and would often start arguing really vehemently with me using her pen, she’d even warned me, that her older brother belonged to the junior police squads (which was enough to send a lot of the adolescent boys running for their lives).  We’d often wrote many letters to each other per day, and sometimes, we’d even, hoped for the express mail to get delivered on the day we wrote.

Not long thereafter, we’d met up.  She looked just like her photograph, with the paler complexion, and looke, it’d staid very slimly.  With a thick Taiwanese accent when she’d talked in Chinese, and it’d made me feel fresh, I thought she was cute too.  We’d become like two old friends, carried on in conversation by Hoping E. Road as we strolled, as I was very passionately talking about something to her, then came, “Lang!”, she’d frozen stiff, stood where I was.  Out of my peripheral vision, I saw a man who looked really angry, riding a police issued motorcycle, parked right beside her.  I didn’t know what to do, and instead of rushing in to save her, I’d, scattered for my life.

A week later, I’d received a letter from her classmate, it’d stated that her brother was out of uniform, and patrolling, found her with a bad adolescent, and after that, her brother watched her even more closely, and it would be difficult, for her, to even write to me now.  But, we’d, felt encouraged by the hardships that’s come between us, and wrote even more frequently to one another, given each other encouragements, hoped that we will both do very well on the examinations coming up soon.

The results of our exams came, she successfully got into the first All-Girls’ High School in Taipei, and I, into N.T.U.  Having lived my former years in suppression, I’d entered into the open, freer N.T.U., I’d let myself go for quite a while, gotten involved with countless number of extracurricular activities, worked as a tutor to earn my own way, gone to the dances………and, it’d caused me, to lag behind on my scholastic performances too, and I’d started, writing Lang less, and less.

But, we’d, kept in touch over the years, in her last year of high school, she’d invited me to the birthday celebration of her school, my family loved how naïve and untainted she was, and would often invite her over for the meals, and, as we saw one another, we’d, given one another encouragements.  After I graduated college, life wasn’t as well, other than being upset by my own life, I’d, shut myself off from the world, lost contact with her.

After all of these years, I’d gone through countless encounters of love and romance, gotten hurt each and every single time.  And now, in my sixtieth year, everything in my past had, flashed by my sight.  I’d, looked back, and found, that Lang, whose hands I’d never even touched, was the one, that I had, loved most deeply.

So, this is on the one that got away, this young woman may have been the one for you, but, you got lost, in the colorful life of the university, and the two of you lost touch through the years, and, she’d, stayed on your mind, because she was, the very first girl you’d given your heart to…

Pineapple, a Poem

See what this love gets you???  Hurt, that’s what it got you!  Translated…

The Tartness of Pineapples

are Like the Pebbles in the Wind

Passing Through the Spaces Between the Teeth

Stinging Your Sweetened Love for It

at the Base of Your Tongues

So, this is how the love you have for something (or someone) can end up, hurting yourselves, because, you’d realized the qualities of that love of yours, knowing it’s possible that you may be hurt by it, and yet, you still can’t help, but go, HEAD first, into it…

The Desolate Land of Love…

We’d, found ourselves, in the desolate land of love, with NO way out, we were, both, STUCK, in this, trying, binding loveless, relationship of ours…

The desolate land of love, it’d, locked us both in, and, despite our best efforts to, break free from it, we couldn’t, because, we couldn’t, disconnect from one another emotionally, not just yet, at least.

a place that looked like this…NOT my photograph…a desolate world 的圖片結果

In this desolate land of love, nothing IS growing, everything became either black, OR gray, with this, lackluster, without the warm sunshine.  The desolate land of love, this, is what love turned into, a HUGE prison, and we both kept at our separate corners, until the bell rung, and then, we BOX it out with each other, punches get thrown, someone took a step backwards, with the other, taking advantage of the situation.

The desolate land of love, I don’t want to live here no more, nothing that’s living is here, and, if I stay, I’ll soon, join the DEAD too, and, I don’t want to die, NOT just yet!!!

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