Bai Ling in The Gene Generation

Sigh....

Sigh....
what do i
dream of...
i wonder
i gather every tear
i drink every tear
and they fall
from my eyes
your tears
rolling down my cheeks
and i die
one million
deaths
still i thirst for
this smiling hell
so tangled in
purple and
    deep dark blues
i c u in
me
and u c me
 in u
and the stone of hatred
slips from my hand
and the stone of love
slips
slowly
from my hand
to a certain
place in the sand
and the stone in
tjhe sand
jump up
into my fist
from my mouth
at the
masters
of war
but still
the stone
slips
from hand
an we walk away together

k
what else
   can i hold on to...
             and it was then
    she took me
                 in her arms

incomplete... i have
run out of words
i have
no words
that
have not
spoken before
have been
felt before
have not
been heard before

poem from my most beloved friend

THE BOY…..WHO SANG ME I saw a voice coming to me Not running…but can be If you called him….. He will come…….. I don’t want the fast shock to stop…… And idont want a start….. Iwant to know where my tears go…. He can mix happiness with every wall….wvery chair…….every glass of coffee……every silent tone on his table…………..ispent my days behind green rivers……..idont just hold my self……I tried to shake trees…iwalk between long lines to let a pearl swim…not on the surface……my eyes are brown….the only thing that they don’t say…..colors cant say what it means…..by herself it can make an empty lightning that might light ur red heart……….and as much as I lost……I have me…left….listening so close when ur hands r trying to make a smell ……..close to hell….a gray rock who cant be hit by its water….it can be traveled to a bee to make random feelings ……can inside a piano or a girl into a real novel….into a real far world….i just find a feet to step …..and bring a gray picture for his jacket his wreckage….and his journey………..

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