Adrian Antique

on hangers of different sizes i place the wet clothes now free of stain..
my task set, i survey the skies praying there'll be no rain...
i'm just a bit worried to leave behind helpless all the white
yet, i can only wish every dust and hurt will fade against the light.
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i ride the wind
aiming for a star.
my heart tells me
that's where you are.
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Thirteen years, I have been around -
So many places …
but I seem to have not found
the right bundle of colors for my restlessness.
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It was raining again … like there's a war in the skies
Yet, I had a thirst for something I could not find.
So, listening to the sleepy music I closed my eyes
And daydreamed of my adventure as a blind …
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You're spending time away from home
You think of your loved ones every minute everyday
Thank you for holding up the line
You're weary but you stand against the storm
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My frail eyes …
Quite hazy
Staring blankly
At the city lights -
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Dribbled my fingers on those pieces
Of thin, crispy paper with burnt edges …
They all looked the same.
Rectangular and dirty white, with little traces
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Have seen a lot of dying days -
When candles in the dark
Suddenly flicker and turn to stone …
When colorful spaces become empty rooms
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My dreams seem shorter …
Especially those that I vividly remember.
Always her face and her waving goodbye,
Sometimes it's those crazy gestures just asking why.
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Every time I hold a book, I remember her -
The first voice of my cradle,
Fragile in her age yet sturdy as a fire stone, my mother.
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Call it weakness if you wish
Like taking out of the water this fish …
At times we could hardly breath
Trapped in an airless bubble of immeasurable width.
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Like a blur, everything goes slow and wise
For the old man on the bamboo raft.
It's after sunset or just before sunrise …
When the river swiftly whispers her magical craft.
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Many of them laughed when you tried …
Some even secretly cried,
When I told my story and you smiled
And comforted me in your arms like a child.
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Thinking the gathering was a bonding, I went.
Then I discovered the line I held on to was now bent …
Every sound of laughter was really a bite on my neck,
Every glow I shared became a trampled speck.
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Scattered among the grass and gravel
Were bits and pieces of my broken eyeglasses.
When I stooped to pick up a shiny stone, it fell …
Another funny moment when a photo became a mess.
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I sometimes think I'm all alone.
And you believe you're on your own.

Standing on the edge of a cliff
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Whenever I was alone, there's your hand
Like a pinch of salt or sugar when my day was bland.

Was that you humming familiar tunes in the dark …
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A fence of bamboo cuttings surround
My little world of green, red, and many more.
A collage of peace, glee, and a bit of longing found
In this tiny forest just outside our backdoor.
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There are times at night
When I check you sleeping,
I turn on the light …
And over the purple, i see you smiling.
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After eighteen years of forever,
Maybe it is time to let you go.
Your laugh has blended with every rain shower,
Yet the sun that shines in your eyes
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