Stoic (sonnet)

You think you have the whole world in your hand?
Well, young sage, what will you do with it?
You say logic and emotion cannot fit
And to bury your love into dead man’s land.
Your head is a bust preserved by years spanned.
Oh the day when your tough exterior will take a hit
From the little fat boy who shoots an arrow into the pit!
Alas, you may never call you heart Custer’s last stand.
But a Stoic never had shown so much concern
for my affairs…
Could it be that you have strayed from the status quo?
And your soul, like mine, yearns
For someone who cares?
Well, sorry to say to say that I already have a beaux.

Feminine/Masculine poem

Colours in motion like thoughts.
Blue bangles break the silence,
Teal taxis shatter silver ice puddles,
The essence of sandalwood wafts through the cruiser.

A Flash of fuchsia,
And there she is.
Blood pumps like racing rubies.

Heart-beat, heart-beat, heart-beat…
Always ascher, never pear cut…
Heart-beat, heart-beat, heart-beat…
Give her rose quartz, red velvet cushions, maybe something blue…
What comes in the horizon?

II
His black eyes pierce the window.
I wonder if his heart is that way too.
This one man may show his love to be,
Hopefully.

It feels as if a kilo of anxiety is upon my shoulders.

Heart-beat, heart-beat, heart-beat…

Colours, colours, colours…

This is the true Romeo and Juliet.

This is blind love.