Autobiography

New in America 3

I felt distant myself. I missed my friends in Korea.

New in America 2

In the classroom, I had no idea what was going on. I had no idea what the teacher was saying. After a week, the teacher handed out quizzes. I had no idea what was written on the piece of paper.

Can I trust

Mind games

One

what is one word a word can make hate and then you have your fate before you one kind act and bring a smile to someone face a smile can speed across a million faces

Oh my world was dark

hell its a summer day sing it out people and write
Cherry

waiting for a birth

everything is good and a healthy c-section is expected in 4 days, says the doctor so the hours stretch out like deserts with the sacred mountain in view. conversations and distractions
Cherry

iFive

Five a day

Man and Organism

The question of skin related illness, in my own personal case this is psoriasis.

WORLDS APART!

Standing staring at vacant space amid the mixed memories.

Summer Day

oh summer day lovley day dont ever go away let me just lay here in your warm sun shine summer day what do you say can me and you play i dont want you to ever go away

New in America 1

I came to America in 1981 with my family. To be more precise, we came to Pennsylvania. When our airplane was landing in Philadelphia, the lights of the city appeared like fallen stars.

Shut out!

When the going gets tough......
Cherry

Edith

Sad songs she sings... sad, like she was.
Gold cherry

I am the shore, You are the ocean

Lose concentration and let it slip, feel it fall along the sandy grain of your fingertips, I watch as it drops, and I watch as it hits, and I see when it stops on the bottom step, then see as it cracks, and begins to leak. It trickles round, down, between my toes, and looking up at you in the light of the doorway, you looking down at me in the dark water rising at the bottom of the stairs. It fills my mouth and it feels my lungs and it swallows my heart, and I am sand now, I am the shore, and you are water now, you are the ocean, and you stand and look down forgetting I was ever there. Lose concentration and let it slip, feel it fall along the grain of my fingertips.

Conceptual poem

I wanted To play sugar daddy with her
Cherry

Kisses are a better fate

Inspiration point: kisses

Working Girl

It's all smoke and mirrors.
Cherry

Those Sunday Visits (IP)

the sort of kissing that's not very enjoyable to a child

October Birthday

Birthday candles blazing in a circle, like the family and friends gathered around you, like the silver quiver of a hunter’s moon. Blow them out and then make your secret wish,

I miss you

i miss you more then you know i miss you every day you know when they sun come up and a new day is here i miss you oh so much my dear one sec you were here we were just living
Cherry

Family Nightmare

I remember that I used to wake up screaming and screaming for years and years and would wake up to Mr Bee holding me in his arms until I could stop. They were not sure who I was. New edit!
Cherry

Butterfly Hands

Love in summertime....
Cherry

jumping or falling

I am still cold from the walk. She sits opposite me with a notepad.

cup of tea or a test drive?

I've been keeping my life running like an old car that's half made of junk-yard parts The clock's busted and the fender's rusted but my character engine can be safely trusted

mixed blessings

acid rain and perfect pesticide raspberries, the needed anti-biotics that disturb the stomach so violently hard day's night and hard night's day, cold wind blowing though it's mid May

How do you let go

when someone dies it hard to say good bye.

Labador are kind

i did this while my doggie jas and bob were woofing away lol

who knocking at my door

when our mine is gone it is hard ont he person and the family

I am the white rabbit in the moon

I am the white rabbit in the moon I come down to Earth at night to scoop out the brains of children with a spoon I steal the feet of left-handed men to wear as charms around my neck

Time Moves On

Time is no illusion!

! want to tell you

about love i love this

Spent Force

morbid seduction I am open to abduction to the unseen realms beyond and I have no shame in admitting I have grown weary of playing the perfect host

Oh i don't know why i write

this is some of what i feel when i write.not all as they are many hiden places in my mind i have not taken a hoilday too yet.:)

There are angels

we all know someone who there when you call and who there when you fall who take the time to hear you when you feel that you falling who got a shoulder to cry on when you fall

iHungry

pretty please

conversations in the dark

across dark miles of desert sharing our hopes and fears, shared memories and divergent presents Me, I'm talking from a well of pain that echoes and distorts my words

child

to many chidlren in thsi world are hurt.

Let me be crazy

this is great this feeling that i have i dont feel bad or mad i just feel a little ohhhh no one can bring me down i am not going down that road this time let me be crazy

Moving out

Anna says to help herself to lilies for her room
Cherry

A Chinese Wife: Conversations over a soy sauce dish

A tester chapter from a short story entitled "A Chinese Wife".
Cherry

I don’t know what it means to be in the premiership

But I like the patter of the man selling flags and whistles, and the way the window wobbles when the happiness gets too crowded. I don’t know what it means to be in the premiership,
Poem of the week

Souvenir from Mexico

Papi opened his palm And offered me a lollipop. And I, timid as a new-born cactus Yet without spears, accepted. And I took it in my mouth Without knowing what it was.

Never grown up

My tiny fingers hold on so tight, as my mother kisses me good night, and the light in the corner keeps me from the dark, the endless joy of bouncing in my airplane, which my parents hung
Cherry

going to the strip bar

a couple friends are coming from out of town; I owe one of them a favor and he's keen on it: "They give naked lap dances!" as opposed to the bar in his city I used to be keen on it;
Cherry

A kind of therapy

What to do when the counsellor cancels...

At the Ear Nose and Throat Hospital

I was in the darkened booth, grey pavlovian rat. I pressed the required button, ear mufflers inverting my fear. Then spin - screech chair rocks. This astronaut

The Word Thief, or The Love of My Life

It's May, it's exam time, French grammar is not my friend, and I'm suffering from an excruciating writer's block.

sweet smell of youth

oh sweet smell of youth is still in my heart you and me we go on like ocean tide just singing this love of life and if and when we passways oh yes we remember the days

The weekend

oh the weekend here again oh what will i do again i have no idea will it rain again but while should it rain on a summer day i just sit down and dream away on trouble with that is

accidents and incidents

it's like puzzle pieces that don't quite fit coming together anyway ignoring the rules of the game. who needs another meadow with multi-colored flowers anyway?
Cherry

entries and exits

the entry signs and the exit signs, the failed roses you bought at the store, the hard knock lessons you learned too late what for the novels you've read and the text-books you skimmed,
Cherry

I'd Die for a Cherry... (I.P.)

Give anything to taste a luscious, ripe morello...

young and in love

she was young in love she was thinking the stars shine out of his eyes oh she was so wrong she was young in love she was young and thinking she did right

your moving out

your moving out there no need to shout anymore sat on the stairs looking into air trying to think i was not there close my eyes i can here the day out side trying to get it

A Moment to Cherish

Wish I could bottle moments like this.

Little Heartbeat

Little heartbeat Warm and strong You lie with me I feel your song Gentle breathing Tiny sighs Little dreamer Rest your eyes Wake me lively Bouncing bomb Little heartbeat Thunders on

Good Friday

Childhood memories of Easter in Dublin.

Four people Siting around a table .

think if you had four people who knew eachother sitting around table and then this came out..

In Her Own Right

Femme fatale??

My sense of self

as you held my wrist my fingertips nerves woke with a tingle so I felt you remembering my years of numbness the cruelty of false administration as I tore paper for tears