The warmness in your eyes
Just like how the sun shines
Remember the day we first met
You bit
On my old furry carpet
I always tell you my thoughts
You always sit patiently on the stairs
Although you never speak
But you gently lick
On my left chubby cheek
Chasing a ball
Running in the hall
Come to me happily when I call
With your shaking tail
That’s our life
For all
We had our precious decade
But now you can’t even stand
With your paw in my hand
For the tears that I shed
Don’t leave me
Don’t make it the end.
Tag: Poem
Retainment
Retainment
But she hesitated
She sighed.
When callous sap absorbs
the last wisp of air
He knew it was the time.
Wind flicked his body
He closed his rind tardily
as the first time, also the last.
He held her tightly
with the fringe of his branch
She looked upon
as the first time, but the last.
They clearly remembered
last splendid spring
with the excitement of first meet
He held her tighter tighter
She left
carried with the breeze
with his
Retainment.
Winter peacefully arrived.
She hesitated
But she sighed.
The Sound.
The sound is deep.
It resonates throughout the room,
The chamber of my heart,
And the corners of my fingers.
The sound is gorgeous.
Irresistible.
It sends shivers down my spine,
Raises my skin,
Flutters my heart.
How I long for it to be closer.
Not across a world
Or a room
But behind me.
Heat seeping to my shirt,
A breath behind my ear,
A whisper.
A whisper of anything:
Everything.
Just to hear that deep sound.
Just to send shiver to my spine,
Send bumps to my skin,
Send flutters to my heart,
Send a longing directly through me.
Your sound is deep.
It resonates throughout the room,
And throughout the chamber of my heart.
The End
You never realize how much you miss someone
until your heart sinks to the floor with grief
A soundless crash that mirrors
After months of forgetting how they mirrored asphalt after rain.
And how days seem to creak on by
When you’re in no rush to take a breath.
And how cigarettes taste youthful
a tremor of nostalgia; a secret childhood kiss
a breath of forgotten lust.
And how, with your legs propped up against the bench; our minds tightly shut
; the breeze spilled into the cracks of our words
And how my heart seemed to bleed through my lips
Your mind finally made up.
With Piercing Blue Eyes
This is the story
Of a pitcher named “Ry”
Armed with a fastball
And Two Piercing Blue Eyes
Last Saturday he
Faced a good Thacher team
Winning that game was a feat
That haunted his dreams
The morning was rough
Lap labor made him protest
“My arm is in pain” he said
“And I need badly to rest”
But when the game started
He felt right at home
He was the king of his palace
The mound was his throne
Who should feel all his malice
From a morning well spent
The baseball Toads of Thacher
Here’s how the game went
After a first inning
In which two runs were allowed
Ry found his cool groove
He had set-tled down
With Min and Cameron
With Barrett and Cole
The OVS Spuds
Put the Toads in a hole
A 5 run third inning
Made them feel they could fly
The Spuds were pumped up
Especially Ry
He threw fastballs and curves
Struck out guy after guy
Toad after Toad and seeing the zone
With his deadly and piercing blue eyes
When the carnage was over
Ojai won 12-5
The next game is on Wednesday
Yours Truly,
RY
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