First it was drizzling rain,
You can only observe the drops from particular angels
Smell the freshness of the dirt and suffocating humidity
Then it's thunderstorm,
Walking alone singing melancholic songs
And it's shower, I let droplets drip down my face
Dibble dibble ,sha la la

Hey Spanish boy
Sapphire blue, doe-eyed
Maybe it's love at first sight
Button nose, cherry lips
Head of curls and voice of honey.(Too cheesy, almost like a nursery rhyme)

There’s no place, for you

To land a hand

Even when I’m desperate

No place for your propaganda,

Because I’ve already been brainwashed by

All your ideology of Beat generation

You made it , congratulation, but you should ask:

How do I know find out about your scheme?

Well, you teach me on thing:

Inscrutability leads to plausibility.

Hey Joe
Inspired by Angels in America.

Oh Joe,oh Joe, I wish you’d have known,

Blue eyed boy, hair of gold

Where does your heart belong?

I love you dearly, and you love me so

Maybe we can pray the problem away

About our lukewarm ***

I should stop hallucinating,

Or are you in my imagination?

I still love you, gay or straight,

It’s too much for me to take.

The night you ran away with some random guy you met,

You are so in love again

It’s been three weeks and now you’re back

Begging me to stay

I wish I could be ruthless, and I did this time

"I will, but not now" I said.

you are the hottest summer day

it is your tie that makes you sweat in May

They say it is too hot in here

But for me it’s moderate

You said you love William Blake

But that’s too hard for me to understand

And you could sing me a serenade

But you could never love me back.

His brows spread like hawked in Sierra

His eyes streams like river

He glows like sun in Arizona

Sorry for my poor metaphor

What if I could write for you

The sweetest poems you’ve ever read

It won’t make any big difference

Sorry for my sad attempt

Now that you have made up your mind

You tell me that I’m unteachable

And I could recite you William Blake

But you could never love me back

Neon light flickers
Moist of April wind bothers
A dog walks by my side

I like the night here
Oozing with anticipation
Quiet and exclusive
Almost like a sanctuary

For me and my shadow
Singing,thinking,expecting that
There might be another apparition approaching

I'm going to write a sonnet

About love, desperate attempt and jealousy

He walks like wind, wind from Grand Canyon

He talks like honey, honey sweeter than Canaan

His brows spread like hawk

His eyes streams like spring brook

What do I love about him?

Oh, nothing particularly

Maybe it's the way he listens

How his face glows with glistens

Maybe it's his passion

Enlighten my dark age prison

O captain My captain, sail me through tempest amid my heart

Guide me through the time we are apart