Biography of Leslie Ching
I have a terrible habit of writing far more than necessary, so I'll try to keep this as short as possible. For now, all you need to know about me can be seen through my poetry, however badly I write. And if you don't mind suffering through more than 50 poems (and more coming) , then I think you'll get to know me in due time.: P
To finish this off, here is one of my favourite poems...hope you enjoy :)
Laugh your heart out
Dance in the rain
Live in the moment
Ignore the pain
Live, laugh, love
Forgive and forget
Life's too short
To live with regrets
Leslie Ching Poems
In a bitter chiselling winter gust, Dusty flecks of snow whirl about in the air around me, Enveloping my figure in a spiral of white, While I wait impatiently for my bus to appear on the horizon.
'To Do' List Of A Klutz, A.K.A Yours Tru...
Goals to attain: Today I shall: -lose my pencil -lose my homework
I savour the word Those delicious vowels and syllables Hard consonants and crisp suffix; I let them roll on my tongue
There are some things That everyone knows; Like, for instance,
Stop being so opaque! Oh why, why can't you see That I won't ever hurt you Just let your inner self be free-
*Events in this poem are not true incidents.* Is it worth it?
Have you ever wondered What happens in between? Between blinks-
Stories speak; readers listen; and though it may be that you find Nothing really interests you, just imagine in your mind A little something different, a little something strange, And soon, in no time at all, your views will start to change;
Everything's Fine, Except...
Conversation With a Neighbour: Hi, Mr. Myers. I'm doing great, thanks. What about you? Oh, that's good to know.
My courage, like the larks, has taken flight; May God save me from this dreadful plight- I had rose to the sky on angel's wings,
By The Sea
As we drive into the parking lot and pull into a spot, The seashore park receives us with open arms and a friendly welcoming gesture, While fresh salty scent of the ocean playfully slips into the car through the open windows And sprinkles its blessing on our heads, leaving a vague feeling of longing and contentedness in the backseat;
Reality, Irony, And Other Stuff
At early dawn, before sunrise I set out for Reality; And very much to my surprise A tour guide waited there for me.
My Heart Is Bruised Black And Blue
When I was little, I knew That you could get a bruise from falling, Or from being pushed down. I never knew
Lily Of Sacrifice
I sit by the creek side
Watching the water sweep by
When a delicate pearly lily
Drifts into my cupped hands.
I pick it up and one soft petal falls to the ground.
Why is it
That everything I touch
Why is it