Category: Miscellaneous

Always beyond reach
Each time I move towards,
You rush away,
And I realize that
My legs have pinned me in place

Context (if you’re interested):

This poem was about being about to call someone, but they died right before I could do so.

I am sorry that
It took us this long to learn
How to stay apart

Context (if you’re interested):

This one is about the slow process of breaking up, and how it takes time to learn how to do it effectively.

From the moment I opened
My eyes in this world,
All I found was sorrow
Nowhere I belong.

Why do they call me strange or wrong?
Maybe these colors
I see that they cannot
Are the tones of heaven.

In this inner world,
I prefer my memories
Remain clean and safe.

Context (if you’re interested):

Too bad they only stay that way for about two seconds

Are my hands
Just clasping at the wind
I will build and build
This world
That I want to see

Context (if you’re interested):

Based on a poem my friend wrote and my unquenchable thirst for a better world

Are my hands just trying
To grasp the wind?
My longings escape me.

Context (if you’re interested):

Based on a poem my friend wrote. I am thinking about my endless longings that always seem to disappear when I grasp them.

Eating some hot soup,
Hot milk, hot water. Why’s
The food so hot here?

Context (if you’re interested):

I was in China when I wrote this, and a restaurant had just served me boiling hot soup. I don’t mean spicy; I mean the temperature of the soup was hot. It took 10 to 20 minutes to cool off enough for me to feel comfortable eating. This is a culture difference, though: in China, people often eat food whose temperature is hotter than what I am used to. Just my personal experience that day.

You are like the book
I read two pages a night
But then that’s enough.

Context (if you’re interested):

This is about someone you enjoy spending time with but not that much.

Let’s burn so brightly 
Like we never could when our 
Hearts hadn’t been broken. 

Context (if you’re interested):

It was based on a poem in a book of love poems called “You Are Here” by Dawn Lanuza that I saw at my hotel in Manila, Philippines.

I may seem calm, but
Know that the waters inside
My teacup are storming

Context (if you’re interested):

I was thinking about how many people put on a positive face when they are really upset on the inside.