Tuesday, October 26, 2010

The saddest thing in the world

The saddest thing in the world;



Is not losing your lover,


Yet you can’t tell your feeling to the one you love.






The saddest thing in the world;


Is not you can’t tell your feeling to the one you love,


Yet you see the one you love just fell in love with other.






The saddest thing in the world;


Is not you see the one you love just fell in love with other,


Yet you said yes to the one love you just because you have no lover.






The saddest thing in the world;


Is not you said yes to the one love you just because you have no lover,


Yet you need to fake a smile everyday as if you look happy forever.





Friday, July 23, 2010

Night-Blind by Janey Black4| Lulu Poetry

Night-Blind by Janey Black4 Lulu Poetry

The guitar=My memories

I wasn't excited at all when I bought this guitar, I even looked sad.....Do you know why? There is a reason behind....

I told myself when I got the guitar, I would say goodbye to you. Because you are always on my mind, yet I know you don't even like me. How can I tell? It's easy...
When I see your eyes,
I see her inside....
How can I read your mind?
It's all from your smile.
You smile at me just to be nice,
Yet you smile at her like the sunny sky.( I can imagine)

You said I am young and lack of experience. I know....
I know I am just a piece of white paper,
Simple and clear.
Yet she is the beautiful words ever written
You will always remember her,
Yet forget about the paper.

The birthday gift was my last effort,
I know I still couldnt move you....
Becuse you don't like me at all...
I need to face this truth.
I know I told you friend is good,
but JUST to see your eyes, I have changed my mind.....
I didn't reply to you, I didn't pick up the phone, it is because I was crying.....
I was crying...Becuse I know I will never see you again, becuse ...
But you left me a voicemail...
Just to hear your voice, I have changed my mind, so I called you back
but I told you I fell alseep......
I know I am so silly to write all  these down, you may laugh at me and never contact me..

It took five years to forget my first love, we loved each other crazily, I don't know how long I will take to forget about you, this blind fool love.... but I know you are my beautiful memories....just....I know you will never like me...

Good night! I wish the best for you!



Thursday, July 1, 2010

I want to lie down on a bed of roses









































































































Janey +Muni=Lonely

I just want to lie down on a bed of red roses...

Monday, June 21, 2010

While my guitar gently weeps


My heart aches, when my guitar gently weeps.

and I am arrested by you

Please set me free

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Song: Memory, hither come--William Blake






































Memory, hither come,
And tune your merry notes;
And, while upon the wind
Your music floats,

I'll pore upon the stream
Where sighing lovers dream,
And fish for fancies as they pass
Within the watery glass.

I'll drink of the clear stream,
And hear the linnet's song;
And there I'll lie and dream
The day along:

And, when night comes, I'll go
To places fit for woe,
Walking along the darken'd valley
With silent Melancholy.

Sunday, June 13, 2010

White Bee by Pablo Neruda

White bee, you buzz in my soul, drunk with honey
and your flight winds in slow spirals of smoke.

I am the one without hope, the word without echoes,
he who lost everything and he who had everything.



Last hawser, in you creaks my last longing.
In my barren land you are the final rose.

Ah you who are silent!

Let your deep eyes close. There the night flutters.
Ah your body, a frightened statue, naked.



You have deep eyes in which the night flails.
Cool arms of flowers and a lap of rose.



Your breasts seem like white snails.
A butterfly of shadow has come to sleep on your belly.



Ah you who are silent!

Why is my ear bleeding?( Janey's No.8 poetry)





















































It just happened,

The red is little by little
Dropping from the right ear.


I am not so scared.
My ear can still hear.
And I know the red will be cleared.


It can be my punishment,
For I never truly listened,
There is no red in this season.

Sunset soon forgotten


Maybe Janey is like the sunset....

Saturday, June 12, 2010

The night without internet(Janey's No.7 poetry)

































































So the internet was not connecting,

Then I called.
I talked to the telephone men for hours,
I said,
“The light sometimes is on, sometimes is off.
I don’t know what’s wrong.”
“Don't worry, ma’am. Just one second.”
Then I waited,
“ Are you there? ma’am?”
“ Yes, I am still here.”
“ I need to find the technical support, I will let him help you.”
“ Just wait for 20 minutes, and I will call you back.”
Then I waited.
“ Hello, ma’am, may I help you?”
“Now I can see the internet light is blinking, but the activity light is still off.”
“If you see the internet light is blinking, that’s no problem, you just need to reset.”
Then I did.
“No, it is still not working. I don’t know what’s wrong.”
“ Sorry about that, ma’am.”
“just leave it there, after four hours and try again.
“Ok, thank you so much.”
“ Have a good evening, ma’am.”
Then after four hours,
The internet was still not connecting,
So I went to bed.


Thursday, June 10, 2010

Faraway Black(Janey's No.6 poetry)

When I close my eyes, I take a breath,
Just to feel the depth,
Of the fresh and faraway black.


It is the night when I can rest above;
It is the man who I can feel his love,
Yet it is just a color that I can never hug.

Black disappears when my eyes are open,
I cannot find it without direction.
Is it gone? Or it is just an illusion.


When I close my eyes,
Black and I,
We never say goodbye.

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

A Lost Bee( Janey's No.5 poetry)

I just wish that little bee would fly away,

And not staying at my room all day;



Have opened the windows and doors,
But as if it doesn’t like the nature any more.


And of course I want it to go back and wish it love.
But then it is just hiding above.



Where are you? Little Bee.
Am I a flower? Or another lost bee?
 

Saturday, June 5, 2010

Disappearing Night(Janey's No.3 poetry)

I have read so many poems about the night, but this one is about Janey. As we know, the night is a metaphor, it can be darkness, it can be mystery, it can be anything that you associate with. I think most poets are into the night, right?


When things disappear in the dark of night, we just forget the night will disappear itself.


I still remember you told me you want to disappear sometimes, then I asked you, disappear? To where?
Then you said, this is another issue...Later on I keep thinking of this question, musing every night....
Disappear? To where?
You disappeared, I call you back in silent.
There is no sound, but words.
I hope you still can hear it....


Disappearing Night


The night is going to disappear,
So I ask,
Disappear?
To where?
The night is speechless,
Then,
Disappear.


So when I wake up,
I don’t see the night any more.

Thursday, June 3, 2010

Summer Vacation








summer vacation, more like summer depression....

Monday, May 31, 2010

I can't make you love me


































Emptiness is filling me....
I know I can't make you love me...
I know...