I wrote these poems a few years back, and recently submitted them to a literary magazine. ha I don’t know if they will be published or not, but hey, nothing to lose right?
He sits in the darkness
I watch as the tv screen eats him alive minute by minute
His dirty worn oversized, borrowed jacket hide his small delicate frame
I cannot see his hands or outline of his body anymore
I watch again as this mysterious man paces back and forth
He smiles with his dark face and opens his toothless mouth
I know he was a paper son and did what had to be done
An immigrant who traveled across the sea
Gold Mountain did not shine brightly in his eyes
Exhaustion, frustration, complications, disillusions paralleled from China to the land of the free, home of the brave
Who is this man I know, and don’t know?
He is a part of me, and I am a part of him
Yet we both know nothing of each other beside our names
Should I feel shame? Is he to blame?
After I walk into his world, my life will never be the same
Walk the walk, talk the talk I tell him
He then tells me, whatever will be will be
Life is life, you are you, and I am me and here we stand
The door is open
We shall enter innocently
And we swill leave disturbed.
Life becomes monotonous
Death becomes a fairy tale
White becomes black.
The closet is filled with spiders
What happened today becomes tormented tomorrow.
A slow haze forms over the slate building
No one is listening.
No one is around.
Friendship is something that you cannot see, touch, or smell
You can hear it in every birds song
And feel it around you with every warm breeze
It is a soft pillow that waits for you at night
And reaches out its arms like a big oak tree
It makes you laugh, smile, frown, and cry.
It has no shape or form
You can keep it in your pocket
and pull it out on a rainy day.
Even though we are far apart and we grow old
I will always be there
when the sun goes away
and the night gets cold.