Tag Archives: Poetry

hit it

take a deep dive with me
into the madness
i promise,
won’t leave empty-handed
kick off your shoes, stay awhile
we’ll run barefoot,
take a day trip,
roamin’ freestyle
do cartwheels and hot wheels
and blissfully land in
adventures and play
with quite the abandon
wear our shiny crowns,
can you dig it?
blazin’ this lazy town
like we’re moonlit
are you along for the ride,
feeling committed?
follow me, babe,
let’s go,
and we’ll hit it


This is a short, nonsensical poem, just for the sheer fun of it. Fun to play with words, an adventure in and of itself.

Be Yourself, Audioslave – 2005 album, Out of Exile, debuted number one on Billboard. Be Yourself went to the top of the charts. Though the song is moody, I thought the name of it, Be Yourself, fit the spirit of this poem. I’ve taken a deep dive this weekend into Audioslave. Chris Cornell, I think, has one of the best male voices in the grunge movement. RIP.

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bad habit

the first night we met
at that little cafe
i was shivering, cold
you offered your jacket

i remember your eyes
behind the dark rimmed glasses
you said i was pretty
drank it like a shot of whiskey
and that, oh that was the first mistake
had me twisting inside, a whole lotta dizzy

you looked so cool, so fucking attractive
was certain i’d need a strong antacid
cuz boys like you like girls like me
but in the end, it’s just misery

i’m drawn to you
like a goddamn magnet
but you’re not true,
wear me like your faded suede jacket
i’m afflicted, so addicted
what am i to do?
gotta quit you like a really bad habit

but oh, it’s too late
is this just fate?
i’m lost in you, down and out stranded


Someone asked me if my poems are about anybody in particular. Yes, and no. There may be a few things that are real, like an idea or detail that sparks something, and it goes from there. But mostly, it’s just poetry, like song lyrics that shine a spotlight on random stuff, heartache, love, and other lyrical nonsense 🙂

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sink into me

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


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over you, or something like that

thought i’d gotten over you

wiped the slate clean

then that fucking song came on

and i quite wanted to scream

it played out on all my emotions

words and thoughts left unspoken

and all the shades of dark returned

though i left it alone, undisturbed

don’t worry, as if you would,

i’m really quite well

no longer naive, under your spell

it’s just now and then, you come up again

when i hear that song,

fans the flame within

ironically, what a surprise

that you,

you brought me back to life

when light was scarce,

couldn’t see for miles

but before you get off, get too vain

and think this poem is about you

it’s more about me, the discovery

that i don’t need you or anyone else,

my heart is mine,

belongs to me


The Hardest Part by Bre Kennedy & Hadley Kennary

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merry go round

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 ❤ 

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gambit

ruby red nails

and silver lipstick

she wears her platform heels

three inches high just for kicks

with each sway of her hips

studded chains round her wrists

you wonder what she’s made of

when push comes to shove

she holds her head high

when others walk by

feeling their stares and wandering eyes

she just tosses her head

and with a swoosh of her blue hair

smiles amusingly and meets every stare

knowing all that matters

is her own kind of sexy

the kind that’s humble

and when things get messy

she wears kindness

like her black leather jacket

her very best defense,

favorite gambit


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sail away

this morning you greeted me with a kiss

twelve o’clock noon

and i reminisce

my faded t-shirt still smells of you

i’m hopeless, a romantic

don’t mean to be pedantic,

but i know every curve of your gorgeous face

this afternoon we sailed Marina Del Rey

though the skies began threatening gray

not a worry or care,

your hand brushed back my hair

as the wind whipped through the sails

this evening we strolled under a strawberry moon

warm seabreezes, jasmine’s sugared bloom

you said, “let’s swim,” with a playful grin

and into the waves we dove


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dream a little dream

catch you on

the next moonbeam

ride the constellations

away downstream

wallow in the deep

dream a little dream

as we dance among

the shimmering stars

towards neon light,

the night is ours!


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foolish roulette

here am i

a breath and a sigh

away from you

you and i were going places

feeling safe, like homeostasis

then you left without a word

no promises did we make

yet to be erased,

left to wonder, was i replaced?

such a silly thing

to fall so hard for you

ignored the signs, this is what you do

lesson learned, no regrets

i’ll behave, still left to guess

you’ve moved on

lest i forget

get tangled up in love, a foolish roulette


Foo Fighters, “Stranger Things Have Happened”


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velvet daydream

tell me more about you

got me so curious

dressed head to toe in black

said your moon’s in aquarius

where do you come from,

where are you now?

stay a little while

let’s go another round

you’re not just anyone

you gotta past

life seemed to happen

too hard, too fast

let me be a shelter,

be your shooting star

fall apart on me

I’ll meet you where you are

you smile at me

and i see moonbeams

meet me at the corner

of this velvet daydream


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ain’t no way

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.

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keeps me sane

didn’t think the day would ever end
soul weary, tired and spent
feeling distorted,
body contorted
pushed too far
pretty sure i missed my star
keep looking for my pot of gold
at the end of the rainbow
someone please let the light in
miss the warmth of your touch
on my skin
thoughts of seeing you again
the only thing that keeps me sane


Yesterday was a tough day. You know, the kind where you have to grind it out. I hate wishing for time to pass, but it’s been a long week. Halfway through. There just aren’t enough hours in the day for play.

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let the music play on

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

wade into you

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..

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take twelve

hey girl,
what’s that you say
you’re tired of giving your heart away?

far too feckless
honey’d and reckless
on this cold, moonless night

said you’re looking for Mr Right
but took a wrong turn, yeah took to flight
fled the enemy
goddamn the dastardly

fooled you once, twice maybe
you’re a big girl now
shake it off baby
live another day,
don’t let it get away

trust that there’s more, more than this
more than just a lover’s kiss
love letters to myself
take a beat, or take twelve

’cause you are gold
can’t you see?
keep your heart open,
yeah, own your ‘free’


“Take Twelve” by jazz trumpeter, Lee Morgan, performed by the Lee Morgan Quintet

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hey, thanks

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.


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Enjoy this beautiful tune! A friend recently introduced me to Father John Misty, though he’s been around for awhile. I’ve had this song on repeat 🙂

replay

where do i start?
you had my heart at beautiful
and now I’m falling,
falling for you

till the sky dusks purple, eventide
thoughts of you
day for night

feel your breath
let’s make for the moon
under the stars,
so brightly strewn

i’m into you
like wind to waves
sweet memories of you replay


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undertow


you are a spring tide
at the new moon
you pull me in,
pull me under
can we stay like this together?
lost in the undertow,
i’d gladly drown in the afterglow
over and over
to be with you
sun, moon, and earth align
careless whispers,
you are mine


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Happy Saturday! It has been one of those weeks, the kind that you can’t wait to be over. Busy and exhausting. I’m so glad it’s the weekend. Time to rest and restore. And write mindless poems. The song below by Goth Babe partly inspired this one, despite the surfing on the snow in the video, lol.

Cheers, thank you for visiting, and may you enjoy your weekend!

no matter

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

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this i swear

you want me to be

you want me to feel

you want me to see,

want me to agree

when all i want,

all i want

is to be fucking free

from you, even me

take the next exit and flee

from all that’s oppressing me

take your wants,

take your desires

may they drown with you

in your lies,

all the mire

better off without you

don’t need a rescue

no longer a mask i wear

you cannot touch me,

this i swear

dissident

staring at the same mossy-green wall,

my office space

what dreams i chase as i sit and meditate

on the long day before me,

all the people to see

how i’d rather be free,

dissident of the mundane

a bit like Ozzy’s Crazy Train

longing for the atmospheric,

yes, the esoteric

music with all the feels

rhythm that gives me chills

seeking that little spark

oh, oh, oh

must i embark

on the path laid before me,

stealing moments in between

to write silly poetry?


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dance between the shadows

dance, dance
dance at dawn
headphones on
no regrets

dance, dance
in the dark
between the shadows
and the stars

dance, dance
like there’s
no tomorrow
like no one’s watching
to hell with sorrow

dance, dance
you
out of my heart
out of my head
too soon to depart

dance, dance
be free,
be wild
remember your touch,
always your smile

I’m digging this new tune by Rob Grant, Lana Del Rey, and ANNA…Takes my breath away.

I think dance is one of the most beautiful of art forms. I find myself dancing, headphones on and music blaring, with abandon all the time. 

Cheers to slow dancing and getting lost between the shadows. 

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on a friday

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!

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every scar

don’t look too closely
don’t be surprised
when you look at me,
look into my eyes

you see what you see
you see what you want
it’s a brilliant disguise
the most clever of fronts

for to hell and back
there i have been
escaped from oppression
a certain depression

the experiences of my life
held in every scar
memories too vivid
imprinted in mar

and yet here I am
picking up the pieces
the uncertainty of it all
never ceases

though i cannot stop the waves,
this existence i live in
i choose to let go,
bygones forgiven

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wish

i wish upon the stars,
tell them all my secrets
they shimmer and spin about
like a giant disco ball
pirouetting on high
it is said that
when you wish upon a star
anything your heart desires
will come true
and i melt,
the memory of your lips
so present and persistent,
clinging to me
like my favorite perfume
i wish this wish upon the stars
i wish it may come true
i wish for you


It is a dreadfully wet, rainy, and cold Monday. Flash flood warnings since yesterday, and more rain to come over the next few days. So, with the rain comes another silly love poem. To my fellow Los Angelenos, stay safe and dry.

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monday mellow

monday mellow
makes me moody,
melancholy,
manic,
a little might broody

mistrustful of this malaise,
i crawl back in bed
to mindfully muse
and read instead

so, don’t mind me
i’m feeling quite staid
is mercury again
in retrograde??

color of rage


the scream that

no one else hears,

concealed behind

beguiling soft eyes,

and yeses

is the color of rage


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how you love

clouds float by drowsily 
on this hazy, rainy day
shifting, drifting
giving shape to the sky
reminds me of how 
you love me,
soft and slow
as though we have
all the time in the world

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dancing am i

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!


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half the days

half the days

i think of you

twice the other half,

i think of

how

i don’t want

to think of you,

swear you off instead

morning shall wait

morning blushes,
soft light begs entry
through the tiny cracks
in my window

I sigh,
not ready to greet the day
longing to return to that place,
that distant, starry place
in my dreams
where time and sense
are nonexistent,
and all that matters is you and me,
the pair of us
illuminated like an iridescent flame,
a warming glow that never fades
and never grows cold-

we dance till dusk
to the music of Sirius
under a canopy of glittering stars
until I am blushing,
every inch of me
like trees flowering in summer–
the dream weaver softly casts his charms
and I sigh,

…morning shall have to wait

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wallflower

My astrology today said

that my heart is afraid

to speak out loud.

I suppose it’s true.

Is it because i’m a Virgo,

wallflower that I am,

“sweet,” i’ve been told

to my great chagrin,

or fear that should my heart

speak too loudly,

you will disappear?

I could not bear that

so silence faint heart,

now and forevermore!

Do not speak,

for to have you near

is far better than my achy heart

to speak aloud.

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secret garden

let us dance

in the secret garden

barefoot and free

scattering light like tiny fireflies

across the shadowy sky

and

breathing magic

into the silky air

is this enough

Wishing I had a microwave to heat up my

now cup of cold brew.

Who likes cold brew on a chilly December morn?

More than that,

wishing for you.

If you weren’t here

and I weren’t there,

perhaps we’d have a chance.

Or would our stories be too much-

the hurts and silly quirks,

the painful truth that what is, 

is?

We cannot change the past,

and time and healing wait for no one-

not in this world,

not in this dimension.

I say, this is enough-

I needn’t fear that

someday you will disappear

or I will disappear

or I will ever forget you,

this time,

this place,

this sweet connection.

Begone sorrow,

surrender to what is!

Be here now-

stolen, tender moments to be cherished.

…If only it were that simple.

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superpower

she had a superpower

like no other

she could make herself so small,

so slight

as to disappear,

like camouflage

against the noise and chatter,

the barbs and stings

no one knew she existed

in stillness and silence

not a sound she’d make

save for the beating of her small heart,

gentle breath

that reminded her

she was alive

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murmurs

I murmured your name

in the quiet shallows of the eve,

and who but the moon whispered back

in silvery, hushed tones.

They were never yours to keep, love,” said she.

And the sly wind woefully swept away my tears.

feckless fool

i cannot feel this way about you

            just when I’ve reduced you to background noise

            you find your way back to me

            like that old 80s song that I love

            playing on the radio

            bringing me back to the way we were

            to the way i imagine we could be,

            note by bittersweet note

and without a single thought or hesitation

i follow

a heart full of hope,

feckless fool

star-crossed rhapsody

In you is everything I’ve been missing.

You fill the space between the notes in perfect time.

I am lost in the rhythm of you and me,

a star-crossed rhapsody in blue and green.

I know not how the song will end.

In this moment, you are the sweetest melody;

I could sing you all day long.


This is a repost of an older poem I wrote some months back…

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poet jena

I am so happy to share the following piece below with my readers. It was written by one of the people I hope most to meet one day in person. Ma-Li and I connected a few years ago when she contacted me with news that she was also adopted in Taipei from The Family Planning Association of China. We are just a year apart in age. I was so excited that someone who once lived at  the same orphanage contacted me. Ma-Li currently lives in Germany, but was raised in the UK by British parents. She is a gifted writer and poet. You can read some of her beautifully written poetry at Poet Jena’s Blog. Please stop by for a visit. Here’s a little about Ma-Li in her own words:

Ma-Li2I am a writer, a poet, a thinker, a philosopher, a storyteller, a lover of children and animals and beauty –  an artist, love-junkie and music addict which, in terms of taste, can mean anything and everything…. ! My background is a ‘story within a story’ in the way that there is a ‘play within a play’ in William Shakespeare’s tragedy, “Hamlet”.  It involves being given up to adoption at an early age and adjusting to foreign cultures.  It is a story of a lonely upbringing and at the same time the never ending search for identity.  Above all, it is the archetypal journey from the life saving pages of a diary begun as a despairing teenager to the crystallization of thought as found in the adult poetry of my current writing.

By Ma-Li:

In an television broadcast I caught by non-coincidence, I was reminded of the adopted part of me, what in the end may only amount to a story in an ocean of stories, but still, I felt immediately connected to this interviewee, this woman called Sarah Fischer.

Existence beyond duality says we are all ONE. To find a little piece of ourselves in another is the seed of the hope of this awareness.

Others who have lived a part of our own lives strike us to the very core, or so I have always found. They awake inside us what it is we mean to ourselves. Or what we may have believed we have meant to ourselves for the longest time. As if by magic, there is the sudden and extremely moving recognition of a deep knowing – a sense of timelessness almost.

But perhaps what resonates for me most is when she says, to paraphrase, – it was of great importance to her that the man she met and eventually married had ‘roots’.

Something else which touched me deeply: in order to find out that Germany was her true home, she had to first undertake a trip around the world.

It reminds me that no matter in which ways we choose to do it, whether adoption or by other means, the underlying journey of which this globetrotting, to me, seems to be only an allegory, is one of self-discovery, and moreover, ‘re’-covery. And in it, one sees the soul’s intense longing to finally be acquainted with itself. And what relationship is there or was there ever going to be which is more essential than that?

Sarah Fischer, Globetrotter | Talking Germany | DW.DE | 01.03.2013

http://www.dw.de/sarah-fischer-globetrot

In her current book, “Heimatroulette”, Munich photographer Sarah Fisher describes her search for her own roots. She was adopted by a German couple as baby.

A few closing words from Ma-Li:
I came into contact with the writer of this inspiring blog some time ago during my own attempts to uncover aspects of my adopted past.  It is now coming up to more than forty years since the day that I myself got on that JAL airlines plane headed for a new and unknown life. Finding her was not only a surprise, but a huge unexpected delight. Imagine someone so close in age to me and even having been born in Taiwan!  And that is how the connection began. At present, time will not allow me to write more than this.  Suffice to say that like all adoptions it is a story, and a somewhat involved one at that, whose multifaceted details are to this day still not all known to me.  But for better or worse, adopted, I am. And nowadays I am starting to come around to the thought that the adoptees journey is not as rough a one as I might have believed in the beginning. Although we have never met in person, there is somehow a sense of closeness for me to have met someone such as this, in that space, as her blog so aptly says, “beyond the two worlds”. Simply put. It is an honor to know you Marijane.  And, without having ever been adopted myself our paths might never have crossed.