Elimination (As Told By The Green Baby Bird)

When you were a kid, were you taught that in order to get what you want all you need to do is to work hard enough? Did they not tell you that humans are superficial? Hide what they don't like to see and do what they want you to do only whenever they can see it? Seeing is believing, my friend. And there're probably many times in your life, when people insist on perceiving you as who they want you to be. At least that way, y ou will continue to remain relevant in their lives. So, put on a show. Here, a particular person chooses that everyone has the right to know who she really is. And you know what, she's not made to live in this society. If you are clear as a piece of glass, you will be easily broken like one. What a pity, she probably won't live long enough to tell her kid whatever she now knows. You see, elimination starts at childbirth. Like that green baby bird that was thrown out of its nest, it was doomed to die.

Mother Tongue

破瓶烦心
得于垂怜
上苍降雨
浣濯迎福

The Boy She Knew

Cavernous eyes.
Bleeding wounds.

All she wanted was
to be just like him.

His mocking laughter
still fills her head.

At every
hesitant step she takes.

To be just like him.

The nectar
still flows in
the blooming flower.

Come on now,
suckle.

Before it turns cold.

Slip inside
and tell her
all she should know.

For now
all her glory
are good as things
of Old.

When Brown
fades to Hazel,
it is time to go.

He tightened
his belt.

For eternity,
leaving her alone.

The withered flower
among blood and stones.

The Demon's Plea

I need your love.

Be it the demons or
the sirens of the sea.

We are all his creations,
so please.

All the wrong I've done for you.
Forgive me.

And I will be saved as I burn.

What is that stirring inside?
Ignite me and decide.

Love me with all your might.

Warm my heart.
Calm my fears.

Hold me tight
and kiss me lightly on the ear.

Do you love me now?
Would you hurt me?

Make it quick.

The hollowness in my heart.
Your embrace
is what I need to sleep.

So, please.

Find me Peace.

Finger on your Lips

If you are here,
don't let her know.

Brush her hand softly
and she will go away
with you.

Look not at
the mesmerized expression
on her face.

Say nothing at all.

Surrendered
is her power
of creation.

For the sword
in her hand.

A swaying weed
against the wind.

Icy is your heart
as she embraces
the betrayer.

Trembling,
your empty hands.

Hope seeping through
your open fingers.

Isolation took
her away.

Disposed of
is your love.

For the light
that will come after night.

For goodness
that feeds pride.

Don't let her fall.

Unwanted
is hurt again.

Her finger
on your lips.

A secret
for you to keep.

To Whalie

Worn out
and limp.

Its smile
unwavering on its face.

Its eyes warm
and ever loving.

But it's broken.

Almost falling.
The poor stuffed blue whale in her hands.

The waves are licking
her feet seductively.

Urging her to come
with them.

The wind blows and
kisses her ear.

And the fabric of her dress
hugs and
holds her close.

The world is changing
as dusk arrives.

Her heart aches for the toy
who believes it has a life.

And tears flow
at this very moment
as she knows
the truth.

She faces the sea
boundless before her.

It came from
the sandbox they used to play in.

It knows nothing of water.
It's all a lie.

And the pleasure she feels—
the world has taken her
to greater heights.

While it remains unseeing
through its scratched
plastic eyes.

It watches her in her sleep.
Yet unknowing as she sins.

The sea reaches her waist now.

A silhouette of a whale
surfaced in the horizon
backlit by the setting sun.

Insignificant
is the doll in her hand.

Plastic tea cups.
Hand holding hand.
A dance on their way home.

They thought it was love.

Darling,
it's time we say goodbye.

Party Animal

No one's here.
Speak to me.
Tell me the words I want to hear.

Your silhouette in the light.
My blood pumping.

Only you are listening.
The heartbeat beneath the bass.

Only you are watching me.
Beneath the charade they call Dance.

Feel my soul beyond the layer of my skin.
Come closer.
Join me as one.

You hear the song.
You know what I'm saying.
No melody, just words.
Words from the heart.

Screams like clashes of cymbals.
Tension against the bow and the strings.

Scratch of the disk.
The kiss of your lips.

Disintegrated.
Non choreographed moves.
Just a mutual understanding
of the deepest desires.

You, truly,
are the Beast
tonight.

Ravage me.