Archive for December 2019
Lỡ
“Tình chỉ đẹp khi tình còn dang dở”,
Đời chỉ đẹp khi đời còn thơ ngây.
Tự thuở nào mắt biếc hoà vào mây
Cho hồn tôi chênh vênh vương màu nhớ.
Tôi thấy người, rạo rực từng hơi thở,
Tôi mơ mộng, quyện theo cánh chim bay
Nghe tim hát mà lòng chợt bay nhảy,
Mơ lắm rồi mà người biết có hay?
Tình trường này, trớ trêu nào có đấy!
Tôi xin thầm, xin người thích tôi đi.
Yêu thầm đấy, nào đâu mất mát gì?
Tình vụt mất, mà ai có biết chi?
Người qua rồi, vương vấn mãi bờ mi,
Có nợ đâu mà tiếc mãi làm gì?
Duyên với phận có khi hẹn mà lỡ,
Nhìn mắt ngọc, thôi nhé đành làm ngơ…
(16/12/2019)
Translation:
Missed
“Love is nice when love is unfinished”
Life is nice when life is innocent
When did eyes’ blue intertwines with clouds
For my heart wander in love’s hue
I saw him, feeling sweltering inside each breath,
I let my dream float away with wings
I hear my heart singing with beats,
I dream a lot but he is unaware.
In romance, irony is the protagonist!
I pray, pray that he likes me.
One-sided love, what can I lost?
Until romance’s gone right out of my life.
He’s now gone, nostalgia still pondering,
Maybe it is not meant to be?
Destiny and fate might have crossed, but missed,
I saw his bright eyes, yet I have to ignore…
(16/12/2019
Not my type – English poem
Posted on: December 16, 2019
“Not my type”
What is your type?
“Masc for masc!”
“Haven’t I made it clear?”
“Masc for masc!”
“Read my profile!”
What does “masc” even mean?
Straight acting until you gay it out in bed?
Not my type
What is your type?
Gym six times a week
And six packs under my shirt
And not even one sixth of a brain!
Since when does muscle become so important?
You have six packs and less than six percents personality
“Not my type”
“What is your type?”
“I want to find ‘the one’”
“I know when I see him, but not you!”
Keep on repeating
Years later
“I still want to find ‘the one’”…
“Not my type”
What is your type?
“FOMO, FOMO, FOMO!”
“Next, next, next!”
Plenty of fish! NEXT!
Not gonna compromise!
Not gonna change!
Next, next, next, next, next , next, next…
Sorry not my type!
I can get better!
Not you, you or you!
He likes me? Sorry not my type!
…
… Why am I still alone?
16/12/2019
Cho hết tuổi mơ
Thấm thoát lắm tuổi đời hăm chín,
Nào đâu còn tha thiết đôi mươi.
Ngỡ còn dài, còn mộng mơ tím?
Qua hết rồi, nào biết đâu tìm?
Thôi chẳng còn treo tim vạt áo,
Chẳng còn xao xuyến trộm thương ai,
Lớn lên rồi, dần buông hoài bão.
Ngỡ bắt lại được thời gian sao?
Trưởng thành ơi, tình vơi dần mất,
Biết tình, biết hạnh phúc mong manh.
Người thương nào? Gần hay xa khuất?
Nhìn nhau đó, biết có duyên phận?
Bao giờ? tôi ơi hết tuổi mơ?
Tình nào đến cho tôi thẫn thờ
Bóng ai cười, cho hồn tan vỡ
Thanh xuân ơi, còn mơ đến bao giờ…?
Translation:
No more dreaming-age
TIme passes quickly, 29-year-old age
No more yearning in the 20s
Thought life is still long, still dreaming in purple?
Everything passed, where can I find them back?
No more wearing heart on my sleeves
No more feeling one-sided love,
Maturing, ambition let loose.
Thought I can catch back time?
Maturing, romance fades,
Know reality, know fragile happiness,
Lover, who? Near or far away?
Crush at first sight, who knows about fate?
When? To myself, no more dreaming-age?
Romance comes for me to long
Whose smile, my soul breaks,
The twenties, where is dreaming-age end…?
(15/12/2019)
I am wanted – English poem
Posted on: December 2, 2019
Lonely, they are texting,
I am wanted, what am I?
Where is your boyfriend?
Oh your beloved boyfriend!
Dipping his lusting soul into someone else’s
Upstairs
Coitus through your emptiness soul
Here you are texting your “relationship” apart…
Mischiefs, they are looking,
I am wanted, what am I?
Yourself blinded by lust,
Normally too fat for your league,
But suddenly lustful hot when desperate.
Where is your partner?
Oh your faithful partner!
Too occupied at work,
Or working someone else’s
Home alone
You ‘grindring” your “relationship” apart…
Just a play, they are meeting,
I am wanted, what am I?
Where is your fiancé?
Oh your newly engaged fiancé!
A few days before
Sweet honey words on one knee
Begging through uncertainty and loneliness
Discretely raw,
Love your marvellously sneaky plan!
Downstairs on the spare mattress,
Let’s forget the fiancé for half an hour,
Let’s foul play that ‘relationship” apart…
Then just a marriage, they still looking,
I am wanted, what am I?
Yourself stuck in your own muddy bloody mess
And your genius newly invented rules,
Where is your husband?
Oh your faithful oh-so-how-many-years-married husband!
Each other, asexual
Others, satyriasis
And upstairs, downstairs, indoor, outdoor
Tearing, dipping , smashing (and gooey, sloppy, muddy, bloody) their wonderful “relationship” apart…
… still tighten by the wedding band, rusted by the second last fingers…
Again am I wanted,
Never wanted for to be loved,
Nearly fitted to be desired, but then,
Only wanted for lascivious troughs…
02/12/2019
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