LITERARY POEM

WINTER
Burning torch

Warmed by the sun, blessings came from the wintertime

Hot chocolates and bonfire, ringing chime
Each feeling will have its light and darkness
But don't let yourself feel all the sadness

Tumbling in the snow like a person without worry

As I hurry to succeed in life, this is my story
As frosty snowman entertains me in his warm smile
I had time to think about my mistakes for a while

These memories will remain, but my hopes will tangled forever

As fire burns in the snow, I'll trust time like the weather
I'll live my life to be remember
Let away the luck, like a rapid river

With persistence and efforts, a goal to catch

I'll be the last man standing in the match
Hardships, challenges will not define me
But rather help me to walk alone or flee

SPRING
Phantom Beginnings

Happy season as they called it, a sunshine full of joy

I heard the chuckles and singing of girls and boys
As I looked through my window trees are left standing
But the leaves are fallen, the branches are left hanging

Young lovers meet at the childrens' playground

Here I am walking in the park downtown
Following my shadow across the street
As I heard the birds saying 'tweet, tweet'
 How I wish to enjoy my childhood
Before I reach my adulthood
Less problems, less responsibilities and expectations
Not like today that I had a lot of frustations

Nevertheless, I still have the sunlight

Watching me to rise after a fight
Sunlight that reminds me of positivity
And put all the negativities, and live a life differently

MEMOIR

Summer in September

She asked me, "Have you ever randomly met eyes with a stranger, both significantly
staring for a while then both looking away, and you felt both of you felt a future possible
connection romantically?" I take her hand and slowly kiss the tips of her fingers as I look
at her and slowly remember how we met.

September. It was a drizzly day when I woke up. I can hear the raindrops pounding on the
windows. Drowsing on the bed and feeling the silence for a moment, I try to open my
eyelids slowly, trying not to remember anything about my past. I would never want to go
back to that place where my nightmares were created, but how ironic that this is where
my group mates and I were supposed to meet today. I put my jacket on and start driving
to the meet-up place. There are a lot of things going on in my mind. Suddenly, I saw a
girl flashing her hands toward me; maybe she was one of my group mates. She's wearing
a kimono-style blazer; I really don't know what it's called. I looked at her and was
surprised when our eyes met. I forced myself to look away, yet I couldn't. Our gaze was
locked. With that one look, she turned my life into something exciting.

Her eyes were still glued to me, waiting for me to answer. I lean toward her and whisper
in her ears, "I've met that kind of stranger, and it was you."