Death
Cynthia Zhang
(Written February 2, 2013)

Death

Death is light:

Bony head,

Dry breasts,

Exaggerating hips

Nipping a denying womb.

 

Death is heavy:

Crushing animals,

Excruciating vegetation,

Imbibing the brain

And marrow

Of the human being.

 

Death is fearless

For it has nothing

To offer or lose.

He plays chess

With life

For the sake of

Space.

 

Death is ambitious

For his kingdom

Claims all life,

Sooner or later.

 

So death thrusts

Its straw

Into every vein,

Green or red,

Sucking,

His eyes closing tight.

 

His arid skin is

Pumped up

Like a balloon.

 

Death explodes.

 

He kills himself

And jumps off the cliff

To his home of

Nothingness.

Sincerity - The Image of an Ideal
Cynthia Zhang
(Written October 29, 2012)

Sincerity

The Image of an Ideal

Where do I begin

To tell a story of

Hate and love?

Mellow melodies

Cannot hide

My emotional storm.

 

I walked on

The fine line

Between death and life

Just to avoid

That free fall of

My darling you,

My dream.

 

I cannot tell

How plain this dream is.

Yet I cannot let go

For

If I let go

I lose all.

 

Oh lord,

Save me.

Save me!

My eyes should

Have been blind.

I have been walking

Forever in that

Quiet green garden.

But I never knew

I came from hell.

 

Till now.

 

But darling,

I will still sing and play

For you,

With all that I am

With all that I have.

 

The pinkness of my lips

Once lost their color

For you.

I live a life

Given by you.

 

But darling,

Don’t you see?

I was one of those

Who died for you?

For you,

For our dream.

 

I will stay here

Where you belong

Till you come back.

I will see you

Live a life

Richer and longer

Than mine.

I will see

Your sorrow and joy.

I will cry and fall

For you

Again.

 

When you come back,

I move closer

To my dream

To be with you.

And I am ready

To fly with you

To our dream land,

Our home.