Who Will Write Our Story?

Wu Qiong, Artist
Art by Wu Qiong

Maybe it’s the child in me
merrily playing
at love.
A silly game,
then another,
deliriously pretending
to be loved~
in love
with love.

You love me
a lot, a lot.
Or not.

Will you imagine
my fairy tale?
I see everything.
I have nothing
at all.

Is it the child in me
forever wanting
she cannot have?

Puella Eternis~
eternal child.
Wanting, needing,
never ending

How do I dream
of coming home
to a place
I don’t belong?

What future
for life
in the past?

And what of sorrows?
Aborted tomorrows

Sorry, oh so sorry, life.

How do I write
your name?
From whence
you came?

Who will sing
those songs
this heart
in the dark?

I hear you not.

you’re already gone.

Done living
done loving
done being.

Time flew
and yet
my life
was born~
of you.

under your shadow
stopping, stumbling
a heaving sentence
pausing to wait.

But who will write our story?
Not to be read.
so as not
to forget:
no one
no life
is ever
for naught.

I, you,
we matter.

Time is late.
You and I
we are past
saying goodbye.

A kiss and a hug~
shelter for
the coming storm.

We have yet
to write this story.
Here, give me your hand,
I have a pen.

One River For Two

“A part of me never apart from you”



Remind me again
exactly how much
i once
loved you.

Days…they distance.

You…so far away..

This distance
my heart’s dementia.

Me…am i losing you?

No reason
why you should
i wish you would
miss me too.

A part of me
apart from you.

Memories go
where this one river flows.

River move me
over to the other side
of tomorrow
where even sorrow
has no space
to burrow.

Toss away time.

When I’m with you
time is fickle.

Away from you
time trickles.

River remember~
there’ll be no time
to say:
“tomorrow, we’ll find time to make time”.

We have no time.

River carry me
bring me back
take me
any place
in this lifetime
if you are
I belong.














License To Live

“For you, with you, beside you~I’ll go with. Ask. Yes”


Stop wanting
what’s possible~
the ordinary;
herd’s mentality.

Covet the unattainable.


Conceive paradise;
life extraordinary.

Life ignores victims~
preys to foolishness;
imbeciles in waiting.

Waiting to live
wanting to love.


Hearts ache
for universes un~chartered~
the unknown.

Unlock your  heart.

for what’s

Ignite worlds upon worlds.

Wander with soul
to places
yet to learn their names.

fragile mind can’t grasp
clouded eye can’t behold
burdened body can’t entangle.

Gather together
fragments of a soul~
once upon a time

Birth what has yet to be.

Die to desolation.

In despair beyond despair
lies life
lives love.

Bliss incomprehensible
joy unimaginable
rapture beyond rupture.

claiming you.

Get lost
never to be found.

Allow this odd stranger
to hold you
in thrall.


Under a spell
beyond salvation.


For you
with you
beside you
I’ll go with.



The Greed Of Need

The Embrace

I have no words
to tell you
how gravely
i need you.

A need so naked
it is sacred.

You consume me.

Feed the greed
fill the need.

I hunger.

Love you
take you
drink you.

A famine
of you.

I declare war.
Man your passions
unsheathe your soul.

The bedroom~
our battlefield.
Kisses and caresses~
our weapons of choice.
Two aching bodies~
ferocious combatants
yearning for collision.

No harm can come to you.
Yield to me.

Murmurs of madness
take me
make me
break me
set me free.

embracing eternity.

One night.



When Heaven Plays Dirty

Strange Cross

If you are the prize
gladly will I pay the price.
Heaven help me
the cost ain’t cheap.

This crossroad
is one for the heart.

Ask this question
but once:
is the path
one with heart?

Fate or destiny.
Which will it be?

Fate for the faint of heart.
Destiny for the devil
willing to grasp
that second chance.

“God grabbed me by the balls”, a man could easily have uttered.

Since I am female, i have no idea what the equivalent is.

The gods have multiple ways of calling one’s attention. From subtle to sublime, mind~boggling to mind~blowing, soft to shrill, decent to downright low and dirty, they do play hardball.

Sit up and listen, or pay the price. Either way, the gods will have their say. Heaven will have its way.

Were you in a casino, the house always wins. Your angel can only stand helplessly by, tearfully moaning “i told you so, but no, you refused to listen.”

What then is one supposed to do confronted with a situation so dire, it is of calamitous proportions?

Does one~given lemons~make champagne? Or handed thorny roses~create eau de toilette, perfume perhaps?

How do you play rough and tumble with something, someone, you can’t even see, let alone argue with?

Who was it who said it is not for us to ask or reason why?

Between nightmares, then, and the solitary solace of slumber; between the chorus of voices dictating choices, and righteous paths for you to walk; between death and the devil incarnate; between truth and the lies that hold one hostage; between the fear that hears only its screams, and the shallow echo of hope too dim it may as well be muted, which poison pill does one pick: red for lethal injection, or deeper red to chop off one’s head?

I am being facetious, I tell myself.

One is either smart stupid, or foolishly arrogant. In the end, it does not matter. When one refuses to choose, the choice is made for her. And so one chooses what, hopefully, makes her congruent. Rightly or wrongly, she alone suffers the consequence.

A Phd in Faith? From elementary straight on to a doctorate degree. A colossal leap of faith. And while we’re at it, throw in a sturdy backbone for good measure.

When heaven plays dirty, one can only fall on one’s knees. In utter humility.

The Unbreakable Bond

By Danielle

“You are responsible for the ones you tame”

In this book~Le Petit Prince” by Antoine de St. Exupery, not only the little prince but the rose and the fox act as if they were human beings. It emphasized the fact that, when feelings are involved, whether it is between humans, or between humans and animals, it is the same: “it can bring you a lot of happiness but, at the same time, it makes you very vulnerable as, now, you are not in control of what you feel but someone else is.”

When the fox said that sentence to the little prince, he was discovering his vulnerability for the first time. This went deep into me. I really felt for the fox and understood the extent of the responsibility we have when we create some bond with animals or people. We have not the right to make another being suffer, especially animals as they have, most of the time, only one person they share love with. If they lose this love, there is nothing left. It must be devastating.