Leaving Home

home is

where my heart is

every time I leave

I also leave a part of me

behind...

my heart breaks...

I grieve over it

As for a deceased loved one

this is where I found joy

this is where I found happiness

this is where I found love

every time I part from it

I feel like I will 

never ever return

it beckons me

from every corner of the world

it whisper its name

in my ear as I fall asleep

on a bed in a faraway land

I sometimes hear it screaming

begging for my return

but I must ignore its calls

because I must tread

an altogether different path

why should I abort this journey 

when I'm almost at its end

There is Only Hope

jolted out of my skin

with what I have seen

and still continue to see

the amazing miracles

that eternally emerge

out of the cocoon

of this dark earth

the dark-tinted glasses

have finally shattered

and I can finally see

all the amazing hues

of this miraculous planet

we all call home

there was a time

I wanted to kill myself

just like my friend

who only saw despair

now, I do not want to die

I want to live

as long as I am allowed

for all I see is hope

hope that keeps everything alive

The Global Storm

the world has begun to twirl around

it has become the tornado itself

everything is spinning round and round

right in the center is myself

I try to grab something

but the wind knocks it out

upon a rock, I try to cling

but the wind knocks me out

I scream as loud as I can

pushing out all the air in my chest

my voice cannot be heard then

no matter how hard I press

then things settle down

everything's in chaos

my house is all around me

but in many broken pieces

there's my car key

but all the maps are now useless

there's a bag of tea

but all the tea cups are broken

there's a phone

but the wire's been severely cut

beyond repair

where's everyone?

they're all lost too...

just like me...

for how long are we all

to walk aimlessly

trying to find what we have loss

in the biggest storm of all our lives

A Single Thread

a single thread

entwines itself

around and within

all other threads

weaved together

as a net

as a blanket

enveloping the chaos

the beautiful chaos

that is the unseen

but visible

to a trained eye

who sees exquisiteness

in the mutating form

the threads arrived

to enjoy its beauty

this chaos underneath

to master it

in all its wonders