Tell me, you city of resounding solitutude, how many leaves shall fall until I breathe your wintry air again? Because, my trees are replicas, fakes, pinks that could not pass in your skyscraper walls. How I long to be wrapped in their embrace one more, and hear a language that is more sweet song thanContinue reading “Tokyo | NaPoWriMo #19”
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Des Voeux Road West, Hong Kong
Des Voeux Road West never faced west, only towards the other blocks opposite ours. Each morning, my foot was met with a bunk-bed ladder too slippery for any human who had slept through the sweatiness of night. But, I’m convinced it wasn’t meant for human legs, since each night the scurrying of thistly legs decoratedContinue reading “Des Voeux Road West, Hong Kong”
Hong Kong Diaries – Entry #1
Hello everyone! So for those of you who don’t know I am spending the first half of my final year of university in Hong Kong. I am documenting my travels on my blog and will update every week or every few days (or whenever something interesting happens, lol). Please follow my blog to keep upContinue reading “Hong Kong Diaries – Entry #1”
Flash
Maybe they use a light bulb,because memory is only aflash,a quip of a quick blinding burn – – a faint tingling remainson the tip of my thumb, but I don’t know where it came from,I don’t remember how it happened. “What was I saying again?”
Remember
If I am to remember,what does that truly mean? Does it mean to remember the guns fired,to watch the scarlet blood gleam,or to touch the spirits who are still alive today,and hold them in high esteem? If I am to remember,what am I to forget?For it is difficult to say I am sorry,when we haveContinue reading “Remember”
Quiet voice
When Time fades, and the clocks melt away,I want to be right where I am now,not beside another name, place or day. together but alone, is how it’s best,together is where we shall be,isolated from the rest. this feeling is our home,that we have built from the ground up,the foundations run smoothly,even if they tookContinue reading “Quiet voice”
Drury Lane
Name here, Sign here, sigh there, Wear and tear of the town, causes tearing of hair, baby cries — — closed eyes. Lullabies sung, Tumbling now that standing up has come, Standing on your own two cold feet, good bye — –I smell, the Muffin Man, hungry as I run to Drury Lane, a girlContinue reading “Drury Lane”
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