Of poetry And so i stood a while in thought Of poems poets ponder about Why do poets write dismal sadness Of lamentable loathing loneliness But soon I found the answer I longed for Of depression in poets' lore Life is full of beautiful lights that blaze Surrounded by a shadowy haze So who would write poetry of futures bright When they're busy riding on light? So why pick up a pen and write of joy And the experience do destroy? -Qihong Bao like it? |
The Unattainable Hours have I stared At the bright screaming mirror of joy At the silver screen of insanity Long I stared at that list there Long I sought for your name to show That beautiful insignia of your presence And just for a moment I'd imagine Your name flickering below That rampant That sneering That blooded sign Of a "Buddy List" Irony. I have nothing to say Until your name Disappears. - bao6 |
The beat (edited by charles zhang) I can hear your heart beat against my ear. That lightning-less thunder? That somber smothered silent sound? That poetic rhythm in iambic pentameter? I can hear your heart beat against my will. That venomous thorn piercing my eardrum? That dark disturbing quality of your life? That dense dreary vibration against my freedom? Stop it! Cease it! Snuff it! That thunder Rumble Knock Ram Beating of my heart. And now it has stopped. The storm has cleared. No more thunder. No more drumming of your chest against my will. I'm still here. I'm still sheltered Inside your very heart, For you are much too accustomed To the beating of my heart. So long have you loathed it, So long have you wished for it to cease, So long have you tried to stop it That you could not live without it. So that now you still take me with That revenant of the beating, That revenant of the heart, That remaining bit of thunder. And so much have you preferred it, And so little have you to give up That you kept it where it will be kept… Your own heart. My heart. -Qihong Bao and Charles Zhang |
Immortallity A Rose within the tempest Caught within the cyclone of death Love! Be it eternal! Be it forever more! Fall in love not with my body But with my words For the body may be pierced with A thousand arrows Swallowed by temptous fire Consumed by Rust Time. But the parchment of one word One sentence One poem One "Je t'adore" That Is forever. -to that special someone. |