Fantasies
Cynthia Zhang
(Written October 11, 2011)

Fantasies

The same story can become

A fair tale or a tragedy.

The same line can mean

Opposite things.

Fantasies live on

The verge of sanity.

One step further is

The fathomless ocean

Of brain killers.

Ah, but how beautiful

The fantasies are!

Education and Consumerism
Cynthia Zhang
March 23, 2015

I have been using Commercialization of Intimate Life for my Emotions class. The penetration of the money logic into family life is pervasive. I understand there is quite some scholarship on education and consumerism. A critical perspective is insightful to understand the logic behind the social phenomena we now live in.

Here I am
Cynthia Zhang
(Written October 3rd, 2011)

Here I Am

I freed myself with more battles

With my own soul than others'.

I now offer myself to my future

With an open heart and open eyes.

Take me. 

On a Strangers’ Land on New Year’s Eve

(Written December 31, 2012)

On New Year’s Eve,

A beautiful stranger landed

On a strangers’ land.

He cordially exchanged

New Year’s wishes

With curious passers-by.

He did not care

Strange looks

Shot on his straight back.

He did not grudge

His knowledge of his bike

Pitch black.

The strangers would

Never know

The good looking stranger

And his bike

Are miser owners

Of each other.

The strangers would

Never forget

The beautiful stranger

Was clad in black

Reflecting the moon rise and sun set

In his black eyes and hair.

On a wet cold New Year’s eve

On a strangers’ land,

They told the world

A story of venturing into

A journey

Leading to home. 

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.  

News of Safety

Cynthia Zhang

(Written August 29, 2011)

News of Safety

To Professor Barbara Katz Rothman and Her Family

A relief to hear

My friend was

Safe in New York.

The hurricane spared her

And her family

Without even

Blowing the lights off.

Yes, New York.

The city that will

Celebrate its 10th anniversary

Of attack.

The city that was buried

In ruins

With my old dreams.

The city that will

See me mining the field

With conscience

In humility.