Once, Inside a Reflection, a Poem

a painting of Narcissus from online…

On falling in love, and the timing was, WRONG!!! Translated…

I Once Saw You in a Reflection

The Skies Then Were, Bluer, than Blue

The Flowers, More Aromatic than Ever Before

And, You Appeared, So Breathtaking

For My Sake

And Those Sorrowful Tunes, Became Like the Funeral’s March

The Marches Became, Like the Whitened Towns

With Each Sunset, Imprinting Those

Elongated Shadows, into the Rivers

You’d, Stepped in the Innocence of Unknown

And I, Was Merely, Passing by, as the Sun Sets, a Careless

Piece of the Puzzle, and Just so Happened

I Caught a Gaze of Your Fiery-Red Hair

Back then, Life Was Multi-Dimensional

And Life Became, Geometric Shapes

Made by the Strokes of Picasso

They’re, All Blue

Not Collecting the Bitterness

Without Any Laws

Just, Taking Over the Heart, that Multi-Colored Arch

Poured the Birds, All Over the Skies

Not Knowing What Sorrow is

Or what Happiness Entailed

Those Heavy Days, the Sorrows

Were All, Separated, by a Thin Film

Why Had I, Seen You

In a, Reflection

The Spring Learned to Be Lonely

The Clouds of Worries, Rose Up to Your Brows

Time Became a Heavy Chain

And Since, I’d, Learned to Look Out

From the Vents

Why is it, that I’d

Met You Inside

A Reflection

So, there’s, that sense of regret, perhaps??? Because, had the narrator not met this other person the way that s/he had, then, maybe, there’s, a chance, for love to keep going, but, because, the narrator had met that person in a reflection, that, is why, the relationship was, doomed, because, unless you want to DROWN like Narcissus, you should KNOW better, than, to fall in love, with a reflection, because it’s NOT real!!!

The Dreams You’d Conjured Up, Became, Lies

You were, a sorcerer, who’d, promised many things of splendor to me, and yet, none of the promises you’d ever made, came into “being”…

The dreams you’d conjured up, became, lies, how? They were, wonderful dreams, you’d, dreamt up for us, with that vision of love included in the “package”, remember? The dreams you’d conjured up, became, lies, and, because I still feel so attached to you, I just, can’t really, see the cold, hard truth, that’s, waiting right outside my front doors, in the form of an AWFUL snowstorm, ready, to HIT me, real hard, when I head outdoors…

Almost ready, now, we just, need, a FRESH human heart…NOT my picture…相關圖片結果

The dreams you’d conjured up, became, lies, and, those lies, will never tell the truth again! The dreams you’d conjured up, became, lies, and, they gained a life all their own, became EVERYTHING opposite of what dreams could, accomplish!

The dreams you’d conjured up, became, lies, and, I’m still, suffering, from the after-effect, that huge dose of reality that’s, slowly, setting in, a little more, each, and every day now, and soon, those dreams you’d conjured up, that’s become, lies, will NO longer matter to me anymore.

want to know what I’m cooking up???  Not my animation…

The dreams you’d conjured up, became, lies, and now, I’m left, with this, HUGE pile of LIES you’d given to me. What, am I supposed to do with them now? I never wanted any of this!!!

A Love, Built to Last

A love, built to last, this, isn’t it! Our love wasn’t built to last, we didn’t set up that strong foundation, and now, it’d become, lopsided, about to, fall to pieces…

A love, built to last, I’d, wanted that, more than anything in the world, and yet, no matter how hard I’d tried, love just, won’t last, and after being bruised one time too many, I’m beginning to think, that maybe, just maybe, I don’t, deserve a good love!

the only thing that lasts would be that diamond, if it’s, real!!!  Not my photograph…

A love, built to last, there’s, NO such thing, it’s the people that are involved in the love, deciding, with their actions, that whether or not love DOES or doesn’t last, and, based off of my experiences, and years of observations, of ALL those god DAMN marriages out there, none of this WAS, meant to, last!

A love, built to last, how, can I find one? Will I get that, in you? And, how can I be absolutely positive, that you won’t, CHEAT on me, huh? I don’t trust you, I can’t, because, my own mother trusted in my father, and look where that’s gotten her…………

A love, built to last, if there’s, only, such a thing, but, there isn’t, because in this war, love will eventually, get shot and, it will, bleed out, be left, on this battlefield, to die, all, alone, on its own.

A love is NOT built to last, not forever, but, ‘til D-E-A-T-H………

The Imprints of His Lies

You’d been, branded, like those, farm animals, by his lies, and, there’s, no way, you’ll EVER, rid yourself, of that permanent TATTOO now!

The imprints of his lies, they’d, become so deeply, entrenched, they’d gotten, so deep inside your heart and soul, that you can’t, get them back out again, not as easy as that nail you’d stepped on (in which case, I would, strongly recommend you go and get that TETANUS shot!!!)………

not my artwork…

The imprints of his lies, you’d, left him a long, long, long again, and thought, that his lies no longer affected you anymore, but, no matter how far you’d gotten, down the road, his lies had become, imprinted, into your life, and, there’s, NO way, of shakin’ it loose.

The imprints of his lies, the only way, to get rid of that scorched brand he’d implanted onto you, is by, getting OFF of him (like an addiction???), but, because, you’re not ready, to let what you’d invested into that relationship go yet, you’d still felt, taken advantage of, and kept wanting, to get your equal payback, which just, keeps you, trapped deeper, deeper, and deeper…………

not my sketch…a heart bleeding 的圖片結果




Rekindling that Old Flame, and, There are, Suspicions…

Uh…is that, TROUBLE that I smell??? A Q&A, translated…

Q: I’d Recently Divorced, and He’d Fallen Ill, and, Our Shared Pasts Started, Coming Back to Us……….

Closing to age fifty, QQ, who’d divorced for about a decade, about fifteen days ago, went to a concert with a friend. Twenty minutes before the show started, they’d waited at the entrances, carrying on in casual conversations, and skimmed through the crowds; all of a sudden, a tall and slender man had, locked eyes with her from across the way, he’d stared at her, and, all of a sudden, QQ felt that electricity flowing between them, wasn’t that Tai, whom she almost married? But, he looked too thin, like something sliced him down, she was unsure. She’d shifted her gaze somewhere else, but that man walked toward her, and called out her nickname.

QQ lifted her head up, in order to keep her tears from falling down, she’d, tilted her head. “Can’t recognize me? It’s a wonder.” He was diagnosed with nasopharyngeal carcinoma, and in the past three, four years, he’d been, battling his cancer on and off, had several surgeries, and is still going to his scheduled hospital checkups. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I’d not known…and, how’s your wife?”, he’d nodded toward her, “You’d looked…than before”, before he’d finished his sentence, Tai was, called away, by a group of people of young and old.

She’d wasted the money on the good seats for that concert, because, other than Tai’s looks from before, nothing else registered into her mind. For the fifteen days that came after that, she’d become an insomniac, and, regretted how she’d not given him the chance to explain himself, and couldn’t let go of how he’d still, married that woman as his wife. QQ broke up with him, because she feared being dumped by him, how, can she let go?

A My Advice:

not my photograph…

That, is how life goes, either than a man leaves a woman, or a woman leaves a man; either that they’d parted in life, or in death. So many years had gone by, and going back to understand, if he’d cheated, or feeling regrets over how you couldn’t be more tolerant, it’s all, useless now. She’s divorced, he was diagnosed with cancer, life is truly, difficult, but, fate would give each of us our separate trials. Not everybody would have the chance, to bump into that old flame, just treat it like that old dress that doesn’t fit you any more, stashed, inside the bottommost drawer of your closets, still beautiful as ever, and serving the sole purpose, of making you nostalgic, nothing more. You still must, cast your eyes, toward your own future.

I smell TROUBLE, not my cartoon!

So, this, is on what-might-have-been, what-could-have been, and, all of that added up to, more and more regrets, and, if this woman doesn’t SNAP out of it, she will find herself, trapped by the past all over again, I can only imagine, how long it must’ve taken, for her, to get over this love of his, especially how she ALMOST married him, but, this late in the “games”, it’s best, that she just, let all of this, fall to gray…

Your Love Turned My World Upside Down

Your love turned my world upside down, and, I kinda like it, ‘cuz, I’d never experienced, this sort, of extreme before, but, regardless, this world that’s upside down, was only, fun for a short while!

Your love turned my world upside down, it’d made me experience something I’d never felt before, that sense of safety, that sense, of being protected, of belonging, to someone, that I was, longing for, but it was, DEAD wrong, I just, didn’t, know it, just yet…

love turning me upside down 的圖片結果crazy things people do because of love, NOT my photograph…

Your love turned my world upside down, as I was, riding on this rollercoaster called love, as the cars sped up toward the skies, I’d felt, that rush, that high, from the excessive adrenaline that I’d had, and yet, after the adrenaline rush, I was left, with this, low, that took me, DOWN to hell.

And soon enough, I’d realized, that I don’t want this love that felt so exciting, that I would much, rather, have a steady and stable kind of love, but, too late, because, I was, slowly, getting, IN too deep, in your that web of deception you’d weaved, and, step, by step, I’d, walked, deeper, into those lies you’d, made up, to capture me, and, surely enough, I’d become, DEVOURED, by the black widow of your ways of doing things, and I had, D-I-E-D!!!

not my picture…

Your love turned my world upside down, and yeah, maybe, there’s that feel of extreme wellbeing at the start, but eventually, after the rush wears itself off, the lows would start to, set in, and then, what, would I have left? Nothing, and so, I’m done, longing, for the highs of your love, I’d much rather, live my day to day, like the FLAT line of the heart monitor, because, at least, it’s, steady, AND stable………

These Broken Dreams We’d, Shared

There were, many things, we’d, come to share, this home, this so-called life, these, broken dreams too, don’t forget them!

These broken dreams we’d, shared, became an obstacle to our love. We were, so tied up and bound, by these dreams that were, broken from before we got together, we’d, allowed them, to take over the new life we’d, come to start.

not my sketch…

These broken dreams we’d, shared, they’d become, too difficult, to navigate through, they were like, those hardened stones, barely visible until you’d, tripped on them, which were, hidden, in between, the tall, tall grasses on the pasture of green. These broken dreams we’d, shared, I can’t believe, that I’d let them, last this long, it’s time, I’d, ended them all for good.

But I’d heard you begged and pleaded, for me, to NOT put all these broken dreams, out of their separate and collective, miseries, but, WHY is that, huh? Don’t you know, that these, broken dreams, are NO good to us, that they will, end up, damaging this love we’d kept alive?

These broken dreams we’d shared, ended up, breaking us. We were, drained, little, by little, each, and every day, without ever, noticing their barely noticeable existence, until one day, they’d become, such enormous beasts, threatening our old ways of life………

not my photograph…