anti-hmong
sarNie Hatchling
a couple of favorite poems by a friend of mine.....
AT Times Like These It Feels Like No One Really Cares
beauty cannot reside
without a personality
of treachery
to balance it
i realize that now
half a year too late
but better late than never
they tell me better a bleeding, broken heart
than none at all
i've removed your handwriting from my paper
your smiles from my photographs
and your scent from my sheets
how empty this place has become
a lonely dinner for two
with only one meal left unfinished
i've moved on
i've held the hands of strangers
whose hearts i never held
in high regard
i've danced with many
but did not take my time
in reciting the correct steps
i've slept with some
yet never closed my eyes once
nor obtained a minute of rest
there's beauty in the breakdown
the admiration in defeat
what i crave
is what makes me
everything
and nothing
an obscured ambiguity
~MJ~
My Thoughts Were So Loud I Couldn’t Hear My Mouth
reality is a greater form of illusion
and life is a series of dreams and desires
friendship is the answer to loneliness
while love remains the game of who needs who the worst
every breath of fresh air
shortens the beat of our hearts
and when we sleep at night
we quietly dream our short lives away
so what is the purpose of life?
the greatest question left unanswered
does wealth and power
determine self worth?
are you a great person
based on education and how much you earn?
tell me, in the face of death,
does anything have meaning?
family, friends, and lovers
happiness, grief, and heartache
what has meaning?
what is life?
the beginning of death
the start of a finish
~MJ~
I Don’t Think I’ll Ever Come Back Down
to admit weakness is to set aside pride.
to show human flaw and error in ourselves,
as we struggle to keep our heads above water
is one of our greatest hidden strengths.
rather than feign happiness and security in our core,
we show our broken hearts,
display our breathing wounds,
and voice our songs of sorrow.
we beg for help.
something,
someone...
anything to end the pain for some time.
a minute or an hour,
a day or a week.
we just need some small sliver of hope...
a whispered promise which keeps our hearts beating,
our lungs with a small breath of fresh air.
a glimpse into the future of tomorrow.
of how behind the darkest cloud and the coldest rain,
the sun still shines.
~MJ~
How Much More of this Pretending to be Strong?
this susceptible feeling
of grief and rage
trying hard to fight back emotion
teeth grinding on empty words
and loose promises
misplaced feelings
lead to misguided actions
a dance of sorrow
which was orchestrated
by the sound
of a dying heart
her bed laced with doubt
inviting all
to a torment
of false bliss
and as i juggled knives
with the tip of my tongue
i counted the stars
that lined the black oil of night
but the fountains in my eyes
blurred them all into a white absence
of despair
the only time
i felt alive
was for the few seconds
the sun disappeared behind the moon
and i was left showered in darkness
and blinded by its honest beauty
~MJ~
AT Times Like These It Feels Like No One Really Cares
beauty cannot reside
without a personality
of treachery
to balance it
i realize that now
half a year too late
but better late than never
they tell me better a bleeding, broken heart
than none at all
i've removed your handwriting from my paper
your smiles from my photographs
and your scent from my sheets
how empty this place has become
a lonely dinner for two
with only one meal left unfinished
i've moved on
i've held the hands of strangers
whose hearts i never held
in high regard
i've danced with many
but did not take my time
in reciting the correct steps
i've slept with some
yet never closed my eyes once
nor obtained a minute of rest
there's beauty in the breakdown
the admiration in defeat
what i crave
is what makes me
everything
and nothing
an obscured ambiguity
~MJ~
My Thoughts Were So Loud I Couldn’t Hear My Mouth
reality is a greater form of illusion
and life is a series of dreams and desires
friendship is the answer to loneliness
while love remains the game of who needs who the worst
every breath of fresh air
shortens the beat of our hearts
and when we sleep at night
we quietly dream our short lives away
so what is the purpose of life?
the greatest question left unanswered
does wealth and power
determine self worth?
are you a great person
based on education and how much you earn?
tell me, in the face of death,
does anything have meaning?
family, friends, and lovers
happiness, grief, and heartache
what has meaning?
what is life?
the beginning of death
the start of a finish
~MJ~
I Don’t Think I’ll Ever Come Back Down
to admit weakness is to set aside pride.
to show human flaw and error in ourselves,
as we struggle to keep our heads above water
is one of our greatest hidden strengths.
rather than feign happiness and security in our core,
we show our broken hearts,
display our breathing wounds,
and voice our songs of sorrow.
we beg for help.
something,
someone...
anything to end the pain for some time.
a minute or an hour,
a day or a week.
we just need some small sliver of hope...
a whispered promise which keeps our hearts beating,
our lungs with a small breath of fresh air.
a glimpse into the future of tomorrow.
of how behind the darkest cloud and the coldest rain,
the sun still shines.
~MJ~
How Much More of this Pretending to be Strong?
this susceptible feeling
of grief and rage
trying hard to fight back emotion
teeth grinding on empty words
and loose promises
misplaced feelings
lead to misguided actions
a dance of sorrow
which was orchestrated
by the sound
of a dying heart
her bed laced with doubt
inviting all
to a torment
of false bliss
and as i juggled knives
with the tip of my tongue
i counted the stars
that lined the black oil of night
but the fountains in my eyes
blurred them all into a white absence
of despair
the only time
i felt alive
was for the few seconds
the sun disappeared behind the moon
and i was left showered in darkness
and blinded by its honest beauty
~MJ~
