While my guitar gently weeps

My heart aches, when my guitar gently weeps.

and I am arrested by you

Please set me free

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.

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....

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.

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.

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?
 

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.

Summer Vacation

summer vacation, more like summer depression....