Love for Willow

Into you summer's ring
I gaze upon before
your mystic ray fades.
I can feel the frosty
breeze from your winter's wind,
with a ripe smell of rosemary.

Your silky road is as soft
as a wet, sweet grass.

Your crimson sin is as sweet
as rose petals, with a taste
of blood and chocolate.

The milky white skies,
I look up remind me
of a pure clear water
I would dive into.

The strands of your long
leaves wave from a blow
of the ocean's breath.
as lovers exchange
whispers for embrace.

Your fire can bring me
the warmth I have always yearned
for I know not of such amorous
nearness.

I gander at your autumn's blush,
admiring your red, glistening glow

Your gentle, soothing
melodies always
lure my misty fog
into your mist

I can hear your giant seed,
as loud as the bongo drum.
But I can feel the invisible crack,
sharp as a glass can cut you.
I can see that vultures and demons
have left you with scars and bruises.
Permanent as tattoos and hennas, they
have carved your silhouetted bark so
you'd live with shame and regret.

I give my rose in exchange
of your heart, showing my
enamorous devotion to you.

Do not worry, willow.
For I will protet and defend you
from deforesters and poachers
as you will give me your support.
We will cherish
each other's company as children
playing together in a playground
and warming together.

Many questions I refuse to answer for
my peers say I am delusional.
Are you my Mars or Venus I have
created? Do you exist? Are you a lie?

If so, I lost myself into insanity;
I stared at the sun for far too long
until my imagination burned
my lessons into ash.

If not, will I ever
meet you as a small sparrow
in disguise? A dragon? Phoenix?
Please... give me a sign.

Lightning Lake Globe

There I was
Thirteen years old
in Lightning Lake
 A basin of sparkling water
and sand for a ground to sink your feet into.
Indulged by the round black tent, just like a circus kind
is covered with a thousand stellar, glistening rhinestones
and shiny, white strokes that appear for a second
The moon, beautiful as a pearl from oyster shells
took me away from my family and cousins,
I was at peace.
Indulged by the black and blue sky and the huge
reflective mirror above
was shaped as a globe.
and we are the vivacious, non-plastic dolls.

Let it BURN!

I reach to the firetouchig the flame
the firelight will never tire
nor will it become tame.

Let it burn,
let it burn,
let it burn!

I can handle the pain
because it is my gain.
You may feel sorry
but don't you worry
my darling friend
I can defend
and my heart will mend

Let it burn,
let it burn,
let it burn

My flame will allways rise
higher. It is of no surprise.
You can take away my toys
but boys...
You can never take away
my audacious say

Let it burn,
let it burn,
let it burn

My heart will never conform
and my desire will never deform
I am not playing a game
nor am I making a name
for myself,
But I am trying to live my life

Let it burn,
let it burn,
let it burn

You may give me your loathsome words
to me as a thousand swords,
but it will always be my source.
I can take away your hateful force

Let it burn,
let it burn,
let it burn

You may blow the fire as many times
but it will never stop lighting
by itself; the heart is ambitious

Let it burn,
let it burn,
let it burn

When the fire lights
in the dark, blue night
it will always fight
until the end.

Let it burn,
let it burn,
let it burn

Love me as a who I am

You may see me as a disgrace.A disappointment.
A burden
But I am not afraid
to face the worst as
you think and you are.

You may not like what I do
or want, but it is not up to you.
I made the choice
because I have a voice.

If you love me just as your flesh as blood,
show more as you do care
or it will seem you were not always fair.
Please I beg. Don't let your doubt
of my abilities become a flood
filled wih your discouragement
towards me.

Me

I'm sorrymy dear friend
I was not trying hard to defend
for you. But don't you worry
I will continuously try
because I don't want to be shy
anymore.

I want to reach into the dimming light
where it glistens in the dark.
The illuminate moon is such a delight,
it leaves a shining mark
as rhinestones.

I may not seem as brave
but it is as much as I gave
my best. I may have been hurt
with words so harsh and treated as dirt,
but it made me stronger.
Now I know I can survive longer.

Here I am In My White-walled Room

Here I am in my white-walled room,
practicing music in the house with no one

Here I am in my white-walled room,
playing Sudoku with my blue ball point
printed on Metro and 24 Hour newspapers

Here I am in my white-walled room,
listening to inspirational music on Youtube via my laptop

Here I am in my white-walled room,
daydreaming and talking to myself at the same time,
imagining I am in Glee as an Asian British bisexual girl who is
a childhood friend of Blaine Anderson. Sad, eh?

Here I am in my white-walled room,
daydreaming about the encountering of Darren Criss
and my other Inspirational Canadian musicians in person

Here I am in my white-walled room,
constantly going on Glee Wiki
and watching Youtube videos
everyday and night

Here I am in my white-walled room,
playing random, made up chords on my guitar
and writing songs

Here I am in my white-walled room,
composing music for my first year

Here I am in my white-walled room,
painting and creating my artwork.
Unfortunately I have got paints
on my carpet. OOPS!

Here I am in my white-walled room,
reading a book on my bed and easily
falling asleep

Here I am in my white-walled room,
sleeping

Here I am in my white-walled room,
wasting both my life and my time with this
computer I am now using. God! I need to
get out more and do something for myself!!!
Geez I am bored.

Here I am in my white-walled room,
feeling like a small-beaked sparrow
trapped in a cage, without an escape with friends

City of Fluorescent Wanders

In the city of Wanders
where stellar rhinestones are punctured onto the Black Canopy,
I see the fluorescent glows of treelights hung on branchy, skinny fingers
as they are majestic statues with fallen strands of leaves.
I am lost in serenity with a momentous smile drawn on my face,
forgetting my troubles by exploitation of lights
I am an audience to the Circus and Vancouver is my ring leader
to neverending acts.
Troubadors everywhere, performing on the streets of Granville
The Sons of Granville, with the alluring and intriguing viola, takes over
two girls in ecstasy to dance like gypsy enchanting in a Globe