Random Love Poem

Random Love Poem by Wilson Ho

Nights and days are formed in the midst of time.

My love for you is long and high but worth the climb.

As I gaze into those beautiful eyes.

I saw a green beauty with sparkling lights.

As I held your hands my wings took flight.

My spirit lost into the dark blue night.

With lust and love filled my heart.

Yet you came and eventually depart.

You left me alone with grief and shame.

For emotions and fear they call came.

With love I loved you to the hearth.

With a dagger I shall use to leave this earth.

What lies within.

Deep inside this heart.

A lost severed soul

Who has gone and depart.

Emo Season - By ~ Someone

Well, it's that time of the year again. When it used to come only twice a year - on Valentine's and Christmas, the 'emo season' has struck again. Once more, the emotional roller coaster has strapped me mercilessly into its seat and blazed off at breakneck speed. Like a kid who's been duped into taking a terror ride in exchange for sweets, I've been sucked into this state of 'emo sickness' yet again. Sigh...

It wasn't supposed to be this way. I was happy, minding my own business when out of a sudden, the tiny thought of someone who used to mean everything to me, invaded the deep recesses of my mind. I guess this person still means a lot to me, even if she isn't supposed to anymore.

Amidst the euphoria of seeing my students finding their 'new love' and some, reuniting with their 'old love' , I fell deep into my own depressive state of still not having found my own. I was fine before this. I didn't need to think about this nor have this feeling pollute my mind but it did. Inevitably, inescapably, it drilled itself into my mind's core and then somehow found a way to worm itself into my heart; leaving me utterly incapacitated.

I hate this feeling of wanting and yet not having; of longing and yet not finding. I guess it's time I face reality - I might never find that special feeling ever again; not with anyone I know right now, not ever.

So goes the famous saying, "It's better to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all." Being in my current state, I would tend to disagree. Maybe it's better to not know what it feels like to have someone understand you and accept you wholeheartedly. Maybe it's better to not know what it feels like to sit together with someone and feel like the world is a better place simply 'cause she's there. Maybe it's better to not know what it feels like to find someone who completes you in a way no one has ever done before. Maybe it's better...

I got a taste of what love, in it's simplest and sweetest sense, feels like and I want to hold it in my arms again but I am paralyzed by the fear that I may never find it again...

... and it is the fear that consumes me...

... it is the fear that drowns me and pulls me under...

... to where I may never surface again...