when you feel your world is tumbling down
at water’s edge, about to drown
i’ll be near, will carry your fears
sink into me, love,
and all will be well
when you’re overwhelmed and tired of this living
fading fast, surely slipping
don’t you fret or ever regret
sink into me, love,
and all will be well
don’t you know i’d do anything
go crawling to the brink
catch the moon and stars
hold you in my arms
for a million years to come,
a million years to come
you never have to doubt
what i am about
take all of me you need
for you i’d truly bleed
sink into me, love,
and all will be well
tuesday flew by, now it’s wednesday chasing tomorrow and the blues away hoping to catch a hint of glimmer ‘stead of feeling low, mildly triggered
life is bemusing, a merry go round spinning fast, am i losing ground? just when i think it might slow down it’s just a hoax, some sick joke somebody wake me up, oh please ‘cuz man oh man, something’s broke
pick it up, girl, just meditate change the course of this seeming fate just short of chaos, what’s a few raindrops raining down on your parade?
well, pardon me, m’am if i’d rather be sipping a drink by the sea that’s right, you guessed it writing prose and poetry 🙂
No Place Like Home by Vacations. Music makes the daily grind much more bearable ❤
left on an early weekend morn despite the pity and the scorn the sun shone brightly belied tears cried nightly because of you left a houseful of memories, my dog, baby grand no one could stop me, what I had planned weeks, months in the dark alone in the crazy, had i missed the mark? running and faded beyond jaded part of me died lucky i survived free me, i will take my stand free me, this i demand to walk away, i knew i’d pay for my sanity embraced the gravity to be free no way in hell can you stop me free me, i will take my stand free me, this i demand beginning to end on this i depend that i will be free ain’t no way can you take it away
“Free Me” by Foo Fighters. This song has been on repeat. I’ve been listening to their earlier stuff as well as their latest album. It takes time to live in each song, learn the lyrics, and feel the vibe. This is one of those songs that so clearly resonates. I’ve worked hard to earn free.
let the music play on for therein is real magic sweet melody, like the air i breathe life fades away angels and devils at play songs that save my soul this brokenness indeed made whole forever young, forever free give me the beat of a drum and i’ll soar for eternity
This song by the Foo Fighters, “Rest,” is like a lullaby of sorts. Although I’m not sure of the meaning, I feel that it’s a tribute to Foo Fighters’ beloved drummer, Taylor Hawkins, who died in 2022. I was so saddened by the news of his death believed to have been caused by a drug overdose and an enlarged heart, as I’m a huge Taylor Hawkins fan. There are some great rock n’ roll drummers, including Dave Grohl, but there is something about Hawkins that I loved. The way to my heart will always be through music ♡ Wish that I had more experience drumming!
Feature Photo Taylor Hawkins performing in 2018 CC BY 2.0. Credit: Raph PH
lost inside my head too soon to forget you’ve got me aching helplessly craving your lips on mine like sweet, sweet summertime riding the surf with you what is it you do that gets me so high? can’t deny the madness between us you’re my latest weakness but i don’t mind cuz you make me feel so, so fine wade into you every time
Would like to set this to music, a song?
Foo Fighters, “Show Me How,” featuring his daughter, Violet, on vocals. I love the vibe of this song. I get inspired by music to write..
Feature Photo by Unsplash in coordination with Natalia Blauth
I hope you’re enjoying a restful, restorative weekend! I just wanted to take a moment to say thank you for visiting and taking time to read my poems, posts, etc. It truly means the world. It’s laughable, I never thought I’d ever write poetry. Okay, so it’s not great poetry, but the process is incredibly rewarding and even more so, healing.
I have loved writing since the time I could hold a pencil. Yes, I was that geek in school with the straight bangs and glasses who loved, yes loved, practicing cursive. The act of forming each letter was like art.
I started this blog in 2010 primarily upon the encouragement of a group of individuals I knew in high school, and a teacher who was very well liked by the students, Carole Ann Kaplan. We all created WordPress blogs and began posting stuff. Since then, so many other platforms to write and subscribe to have popped up. My posts began as a journey to find my birthfamily in Taiwan. I wrote a memoir about that journey. Things have changed tremendously since then, and the book would be much, much different now…I don’t write about adoption very often anymore, but elements of grief and loss, attachment, rejection, okay, yes, unrequited love, and longing that I’ve experienced as a result of adoption, I’m sure, influence my prose.
So, thank you, dear readers for following this blog, reading my silly poems, and sharing space with me. It’s really nice to read your posts as well, and I”m grateful for the support. Happy writing, and may you have a lovely rest of your day.
let me wrap myself in you so deeply that i feel your thoughts and breathe you in so deeply that i know your rhythm and move with you so deeply that the breath in me is the breath in you and the light in me is the light in you let me see to your soul and all that you are may you see into mine, all that i am and love me no matter
on a friday i realize i haven’t seen you in a week
on a friday i imagine your face, kissing your cheek
thoughts of you ever present no matter how desperately i circumvent
i’m enraptured, utterly enamored of you
So, it’s not actually Friday, but this poem has been sitting in the wings for a while now. From my little quiet corner of the world, Happy Lunar New Year!
I’m so inspired by Max Richter’s, Spring. It never ceases to mesmerize. This little poem came from Spring. These words cannot adequately express how this piece makes me feel ❤
dancing am i, caressed by golden light in the warmest embrace spirit soaring – each beat of my heart pulsing in time to a rhythm all its own with each sacred strain, a composer’s dream can you hear it? body rippling, turning, swelling like the surging energy traversing through ocean waves, defying time and order such sweet intoxication!
Musings of a Taiwanese American Adoptee 