It has been a while (again) since I posted something on this website. My life has been caught up in work and stress, that I almost gave up lots of my habits. I did not have the time to write poetry. I did not have the time to shred some riffs on my guitars. So on… You can get the picture here.Read More
Làm gì khi mùa xuân đương tới,
và nắng hồng ươm hoa?
Làm gì khi gió lùa kẽ tóc,
và đưa hương nàng kề ta?
Birdie flies on the orange skyCatches the light before night begins.I stand still with hot coffee and strivefor a good ounce of peace tonight. It has been a long long week.I has scored a streak of failures.But I endure to gain some moreJust after two cups of these end. With every time I lend myself…Read More
Steps over steps.Stalls next to stalls.People pouring words,letting goods be sold.Read More
Khẽ qua từng kẽ lá. Êm đềm dòng gió may. Đò trôi sông lặng lẽ. Tình về người có hay?Read More
I cutMyselfTo forceThe mindTo feel the painPhysicallyNot mentally.Read More
There were nights so long and so empty that were filled with cigarette smokes and blank stares into the skybox of my balcony. This poem was noted down in nights like them.Read More
The ceiling of the pouring rainIs up there on the floor of the gods.I drag my luggage on the sand,Carrying all of my understandings.Read More