Something that makes you feel worthless and incomplete.

The feeling is uncomfortable, uneasy, and restless;

You can’t sit still, you feel like running but there is nowhere to go.

At night, you toss and turn in your bed despite laying there for the past hour,

You try to find the answer, that cure, that magic elixir, the perfect solution,

That will help to wash away, to purify, to take away, to give you an escape,

And yet the harder you search, the more it eludes you,

Perhaps when problems like these arise, the only answer is to let time take its course.

But as all of you know that time can be our cruelest teacher and yet the kindest one;

Because it does give us the best lessons in life,

They may not appear right in front of us or when we need it,

Funny how it will only rear its head when we least expect it,

Perhaps a mundane Thursday or when you are stuck in the daily rush hour traffic to work,

As I write this, I am feeling all these feelings, some I cannot explain, others I could rationalize,

Someone wise told me that we are always in control of our feelings;

If we claim that we cannot and do not have the power to do so,

It’s because we are addicted to the sense of security the negative emotions allow us to have,

Therefore, now I think the only thing I can do is to sit still, stay as neutral as possible,

And let the tide come in slowly as it washes the shore clean of the debris of yesterday.

Spring whispers into the garden,
Crimson petals dancing in the wind,
Lingering sweet scent of you,
Or what was once before,
Threading the path untraveled,
Once together now broken,
Crushed jewels upon my feet,
Replaying memories of past,
Lovers of summers long ago,
Tears of years to come,
Hard, sharp thorns of black,
Slowly tearing porcelain white skin,
Marrying my crimson soul within,
With your crimson pride,
Yet I flirt with destiny that never seems,
To come upon angel wings of autumn,
Soon winter will come to bring my slumber,
At last, now and forever more.

P.S. This IS a V-Day poem because
a) I am jiwang
b) I am tired
c) I just felt like it because it is that time of the year again
d) I wrote this originally for someone but am too chicken shit to send it to him

Hey you,
Are you staring at the same starry sky tonight?
Hey you,
Are you humming the same tune?
Hey you,
Do you think of me when you are alone? (Because I do)
Hey you,
Are you as afraid as I am? (I am terrified)

Hey you,
I know not what the future brings,
Hey you,
I know not what tomorrow will be,
Hey you,
I know that I want you next to me,
Hey you,
Let’s forget the world, let’s go!!!

A Weak Love (or A Week of Love)

I prayed for you on Monday,
I saw you on Tuesday,
I brushed passed you on Wednesday,
I uttered, “Hi!� on Thursday,
I fell for you on Friday,
I ran from you on Saturday,
I cried for you on Sunday.