trigger

there are times
when all i need is a certain
trigger
that will send me away
in a flash
so i do not have to look back
so i do not have to worry
of what might follow

it is
one thirty-seven in a monday afternoon
and i am just waiting
for that trigger
to click

 

 

 

Mar 7, 2011

Narcissistic Poet

 
mother.-

“why can you spend so much time
writing all this sappy bullcrap
but cannot study hard
to get good
grades?”

math teacher, senior high school.-
“why do you write such good poetry
but suck so bad
at math?”

acquantainces/maybe friends, anygradeinanyschool.-
“hey
your poetry sounds pretty good
i just
don’t understand
what you are trying
to say.”

writing instructor, free elective course, college.-
“your poetry is really good
for someone whose first language is
not english.”

lover.-
“you are good at writing poetry,
but besides that,
you just seem clueless
almost
dumb
most of the time
you cannot hear
what i say
nor can you understand
much of it.
it seems like
you are lost
in your own world,
have conversation with me
in your head.”

i want to blame all these people
for making me think
i must be really good
at poetry
for i hardly am
in anything else
that actually
matters.

not to take myself too seriously
Feb 18, 2011

Kiến Dữ Bất Kiến

 (Trích từ tập thơ Nghi thị phong nguyệt của Trát-tây-lạp-mẫu Đa-đa / Tsangyang Gyatso)

Gặp Mà Không Gặp

(Đào Bạch Liên dịch)

Nàng gặp, hay không gặp ta
Ta vẫn ở đây
Không mừng, không lụy

Nàng nhớ, hay không nhớ ta
Tình vẫn ở đây
Không còn, không mất

Nàng yêu, hay không yêu ta
Yêu vẫn ở đây
Không thêm, không bớt

Nàng theo, hay không theo ta
Tay ta vẫn nơi nàng
Không lơi, không siết

Hãy ngả vào lòng ta
Hoặc là
dành cho ta một chỗ trong trái tim nàng

Bình lặng yêu nhau
âm thầm thương tưởng.

  


Seeing, but not seeing

Translated by Lily Thanh circa 2012

Whether or not you see me,
I am here
not overwhelmed with joy, not overly sad

Whether or not you miss me,
my longing is here
not lingering, not gone

Whether or not you love me,
my love is here
no more, no less

Whether or not you are with me,
my hands remain with you
not gripping, not loosening

Fall into my arms
or
save me a place within your heart;

Love each other in quietude
with emotions and imaginations in utmost silence.

you

night
flows peacefully over me
as i sink further
from the surface of the sea

i cannot
see you
any more

you
you of the beauty that cuts through my heart
you of a million years i have been waiting
not having known i would finally meet you
you of the last melody that brought me to tears
i always thought i could no longer cry
you
moved me

i never imagined
i would love someone like you
love anyone the way i loved you
never thought
i would ever dream of the ocean
and its waves of the darkest moments

i would have lost
my final argument
had the first light of dawn caught my eyes

love
felt so kind
unlike other emotions that i
learned
to feel

you
i am sorry
i never told you
it was my last kiss
i could ever give
i am sorry
i could not have given you all of me
though i devoted to you more of me
than i possibly could have to any soul
alive or dead

you
how could you ever
belong to this world

i missed you so terribly
i almost turned around
to run into your arms
but there was no star out tonight
to guide me back to you
i
lost it

you
will always be
my
and my only
love

Strength

I read the words of others to collect the necessary mentality of strength to know how to deal with you,
because you love me and I love you, but in the event where both of us seem to lose touch with the earth
I need help to catch up with my falling soul and to fight the tricks it has against me,
so we could eventually be saved and sent off to the next round of uncertainties
in this episode of brutal love, one that claims itself to be the last in both of our lives,
only to see us almost left dead on the dried ground of emotions
under the sky that has been missing its rains of reason
for a very long time.

Nightsleep

I like sleeping with your arm under my head,
you holding me close to the skin above your heart,
occasionally running your fingers through my hair.

Sometimes I turn away from you
only to enjoy more the warmth of your embrace from behind my back.

I like it when you rest your head over my chest.
I love the way our fingers intertwine.
I like breathing in your familiar scent.
I like sensing your presence around me
especially when I first open my eyes in the morning
to see you right there.

Many times the comfort makes me not want to wake up,
so I could stay right by your side for a little longer, and a little longer.
I wish those moments had extended into eternity
as long as eternity involves you,
as long as your heart involves me.

Tonight, once again, just seems like a very silly joke
with me lying on my bed without you next to me.
How am I going to feel in the morning
if my heart already aches this way at night?

I want to crawl back into your arms.
Sleep like a baby with you.
I want to feel you as my world,
one completely separated from the one that is separating us.

Bitter

I love the contrast of our skins against each other.
Can we just lie like this for a little longer
Just stay there;
it isn’t over when it’s over.
Stay,
it will come back.
Believe me,
true love never truly leaves.

I tie your love all around my wrist
so you won’t go.
I can’t let you go.
Freedom is only granted
in the most secure prison:
my suicidal innocence.
Think you know me? Think again.
We both knew one day there’d be pain.

Think you know love? Why, it’s sad.
If this weren’t love I would have already left.
But you, my love, don’t you see?
You’ve never really loved me.
Enough with our tragic romance
What can we do to let each other go?
I no longer know how to
Do you?

Mari

You wrap me in the crumbled foil and
burn me, breathe me in
slowly, and I rise,my soul
in each blow of smoke
into the air, as you keep some of it
to yourself. I keep wondering
how long I truly last,
every time you put me on fire.
Maybe you do not remember.
You have long forgotten
what it means
to be addicted to me.
I am something you just do
out of a habit you have had
and it no longer means anything to be gotten rid of
so you keep me here, and whenever you wrap me
in aluminum,
I would slowly vanish into the air,
fill up your soul, and
deepen your emptiness.

Patient #167

why don’t you sit down with me
and watch the day go by?
I never did it before they
sent me to this place.

it is not as scary
as you think.
in fact, it is so quiet
even its ghosts are leaving.
the youngest ones at least.
the oldest are too tired to dream
of a better place, and thus
have decided to stay,
and every night
we talk about the past,
of how things used to be.

they tell great stories
for they stop telling lies
after their lives, long lives.
so many memories,
it would take more than eternity
to revisit each and every of them
try to understand what it means
and forget all of the what-if’s.

if letting go is so difficult for the dead,
imagine how it is like for the living.

and so I have learned to forgive
myself, and those around me –
loved ones or strangers.
though I wish I could tell them
to take it easy, love life,
love love, appreciate,
do all the things that make them happy.
they will have all the time in the world
to ponder sadness, to be resentful,
to weep, to scream
afterwards.

so, young one, in your busy life,
once in a while,
give yourself a little time
to feel the angle of the winds,
know the depth of your living sky,
catch the color of the raindrops,
learn that every tree is different from one another
and you could recognize each of them
like the faces you have known.

and every once in a while,
close your eyes,
and open up your soul
to feel the grand stillness of time
that lasts forever in a single kiss,
to be caressed
by the fragile tenderness
of love.

these are some of the things
I have learned from the living
and from the dead.
you shall listen
to both, or either,
but not those who are dead
while they are still breathing.
they do not know where to go,
and thus, cannot give you directions.
if they try, you will either be hurt with a lie,
or a desperate attempt they make to feel alive
through you.

thank you for visiting.
if you ever come back,
bring me some stories
about the sea, for all of us here
long to go there, but we can only
recall and imagine it.
I long to feel the water
all around me.
its depth and vastness
are the dream we have
about a place where we can
completely
let go.