the lost

there is no happiness for the lost but an endurance run of searching and never finding.

raindrop

it is bittersweet – Nature’s tears bring you peace.

rabbit’s burrow

do not judge the rabbit’s burrow.

chaos in silence

it’s silent in the media,Asians. we have to be loud.scream, shout, rant, cry,these are our brothers and sisters dying,we can’t stand aside, let them providenothing but a red stain on uneven pavementsand have the nation move on from these broken movements,or else, they win,those racists and xenophobics and all that’s wrong with this world,and this

The Mask of False Smiles

A false smile adorns our face,Bleeding tears crystallizeInto soft rivulets of liquid mercury. Wails of sorrow and miseryRival that of a banshee,Smothered by a false smileAnd eyes that cry silver. Our back cracksUnder bone-breaking pressure,The weary traveller,Cracking underneath cunning guileAnd a false smile. To the grave, our heart cracksAnd shatters,Our legs give out with a