LAMENTATION OF THE FLESH

They wish to be 

as strong as me.

What they do not know is that

behind the iron-strength,

there is an iron blade;

I carry it around, I hid it close, I hid it well. 

Like the soft rain with its rhythmic sobs,

the world could only hear the long murmuring sound clearly

so I touch my body in vain to find the wound.

You tried to touch my body,

but a thorn prick your thumb,

and an invisible air is all there is of me.

I have felt the wind on 

my second flesh; madness, I called her.

She thickens the air, heavy as water

condemning everything that goes through.

Drunken with her, I shouted at it

a night-long laments.

But when blood was revealed

behind the veil; revealing the secret
Like an unblessed moon, I can hear 

a countless number of gasp and horror.

So I say to them,

"How do you think I can do it for so long?"

—C.L.

The Wishing Box

maybe someday 

I'll learn to get up from the table

when love is no longer being served. 

maybe someday 

I'll learn to stop coming and trying

to reach someone that is simply unreachable.

maybe someday

I'll learn to walk away from what is temporary

and though unhinged,

maybe someday

I'll learn to heal what can be healed. 

and maybe someday

you'll learn to see beauty 

in wreckage, in dark places, like I do. 

maybe someday

you'll learn to touch what's broken:

to love it, instead of ripping it apart.

maybe someday

you'll learn the true meaning

of being strong. 

maybe someday 

you'll learn to shine despite the beautiful rain.

maybe someday 

we'll learn to let someone 

completely in. 

maybe someday 

we'll learn to forget someone

who breaks us, even the pain. 

maybe someday 

we'll learn to walk away from love

that only make us wonder. 

maybe someday

we'll learn to accept the love

that we always longed for. 

and maybe and hopefully 

someday come sooner 

than we hoped for.