Escaping her homeland, she focused on the future.
One hand holding herself, another holding her son’s.
Leaving. Leaving everything behind.
Her mom, her dad, her sisters, her home.
There is no turning back now.
She just cannot risk it.
She made it to Hong Kong.
and landed in jail.
Separated by single women and men, and women with children.
Separated from her sister.
Alone with her son, she waited.
I’m like 2 hours late. sue me. Since I just got my car back .. this needs so much revising and editing but maybe ill revisit in the future.
This is an open letter to my car.
I love you.
I haven’t seen you for weeks and it seems like we’ve been separated over an eternity.
I never realized how much I take you for granted until you were gone.
So thank you.
For your hard ass leather seats, they are uncomfortable and can go to both extremes of hot and cold.
But Thank you for letting me sleep in peace through all those drunk nights.
We’ve shared so much.
You have heard me laugh with my friends
You have heard me cursed during road rage
You even listened to the saddest slow jams with me and
You sat in silence when I needed space.
And your four wheels.
They are the path to our endless adventures.
Thank you for The good, the bad, and the I can’t believe I am doing this right now moments.
You know you da homie.
But most of all
Thank you for being my home when I had no where to run to.
You put a roof over my head and sheltered for my body.
They say home is where your heart is
Well my heart is engraved to your engine.
You are the only thing that is stable in my life.
P.S. Don’t break down on me again. My life depended on you.
I LOVE DESSERTS.
My mouth salivates when I think of little chocolate truffles lining up at my doorsteps
Freezers filled with ice cream delights. Creamy deliciousness as the taste of vanilla bean tickles my tongue.
I cannot forget cakes.
Fruits, chocolate, red velvet, pound cake, cake cake cake cake
Angel cake, yellow cake, funfetti cake,
cup cakes, cream cheese on cup cakes, icings on cup cakes. cup cakies.
have you ever tried dipping oatmeal raisin cookies with cream cheese icing?
well you should try.
or get a giant cinnabon and drop a vanilla cone on that bitch.
just saved your life right there
but when you want to relax
try some hot chocolate
with whip cream
and chunks of chocolate
and chocolate syrup
and a scoop of mint chocolate chip
lulz so random cause I want want sweets right now. i feel silly. imagine me screaming all this though HAHA
I just can’t handle heartaches
just thinking about it makes my heart jump
and not the good kind either
the feeling that puts you in pain
all you want to do is lay in bed
and let time pass by
by then you just hope that this heartache goes away
but it doesn’t
the more you think about it
you get lightheaded
the more you feel your chest
it gets heated
your heart wants to break open your bones and dive out of your tissues and skin just so you can see your heart in melancholy
and when your heartaches don’t go away
you get heart broken
the kind your mama warned you about
but its not about the boys
its about the things you love and care for
Certain poems I rather not revisit but here’s another one.
you left this scar on my body
like a surgeon operating, cutting deep into my skins and tissues
did you not feel that?
that vessel you just popped, carving into my heart that never stopped spilling ink on my pen that never stopped writing about you
but that didn’t stop you
did you not hear that?
the screams coming out from my brain
turn the volume to max, consume the streets with the sounds of unpleasantness and taint the concrete with eerie
but that didn’t stop you
did you not see that?
the open wound from my chest, exposed like an animal at the zoo. still on its habitat and visible to be familiarized
vulnerable and living for the world to watch and scrutinize
but that didn’t stop you
that didn’t stop you from creating this pain
that lingers like the stench of aroma that follows me every where. never leaving because every time it “left” the distinct smell hits and all the feelings com back
like the pain you instantly feel when you listen to that one song that reminds you to something broken
broken like my rib cages, you break pieces off when I think of you
this psychological battle im trying to fight
its not who you are, its what i remember you as
and all i can remember is this feeling
i’m just tired of fighting this feeling
the pain you engraved into me with that knife you cut me with
that healed into this scar.
Aaaah, the last few days has been so crazy, I will try to catch up with all the days within the next few days.
A bantu I wrote in 2010
i am the ugly duckling. the kind hearted, soft feathered animal that gets lost while finding its path through the woods.
the determined turtle who finishes the race no matter what the distance is.
whose father left with no return and whose mother’s love for her daughter is not as strong as the love for herself.
i am the groundhog searching for my shadow.
Well fuck, I fell asleep last night. So here’s a late day 5 /:
I fear of being different.
Yet that is the only thing I am searching for.
I will no longer conform to fit in this narrow minded path of being the same
when embracing and accepting differences reveals personable characteristics
it is easier to sit in a room filled with safety nets, similarities that won’t go wrong
but unfamiliarity pushes people to the edge of the building
uneasy, rocky, uncomfortable
but being yourself is beautiful even if it is different
we’re not all the same underneath
is it cheating if I post a poem I am semi working on awhile ago but never went back to it but I don’t have time to write a new one today ? (: oh well . day 4 😀
still in the works * kinda. .
To the 18 year old teenager who dropped out of high school
a baby was coming to life
your plan A was to get an education but you couldn’t take Plan B so what’s left was plan C.
not knowing what you got yourself in to
didn’t think that THIS could have happened to you
in a night you thought you’ll never forget
turned to a night you might even regret
having a baby this young could never be a choice, so the right thing seems to be marriage in this Vietnamese household
but you love your partner
and love this soon to be child of yours
so you pull your strength together
pull your heart to
take this family to be yours through thick and thin
with nothing but high school credits of classes that taught nothing about protection, pregnancy or diaper changes
you took responsibility of another human being
driving your 1998 red honda civic
working 2 jobs to make sure this baby, will get the chance he needs to survive in this world
Let this little sister tell you I am proud of you
you sacrificed yourself for other people and that’s all I can ever ask of you
you give me hope that, not every man is like our dads
and that one day I will find someone who would sacrifice for a family as much as you do.
that being in your child’s life is worth more than stars in the sky
And even when times are dark and the skies are grey
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.
Love you, big brother.