Five Short Poems

I.

It’s hard to write

When your emotions haven’t gone down yet.

(Wordsworth was right)

It’s hard to organize words

When feelings are crawling all over the place

Rolling to dust on the floor

Besmirching my brain attic

That I had just barely organized the day before.

II.

You – I love you,

But you must understand

That which is in a word is a lot

What I mean is –

When my hands

Touch yours through thick sheep wool gloves,

They turn warm

III.

我想坐在那草中，

或是躺下来。

那片草地必须没有蚊虫

也没有昨天那场雨留下的淤泥。

IV.

It feels nice when dead skin peels away

But it hurts when my nails dig into my flesh.

Is this how the ground feels?

The trees spreading their roots softly peel the dead skin

And sharp annoying pain shoots through

When underground faculties are built.

V.

An exam is like a war –

Each and every warrior confined in their own silent struggle

And all seems dead and barren

But then suddenly at the end of it all

We leap up from our anointed graves

Some are stricken; some rejoice.