from jing • Signed on 2005-04-13, 11:36 p.m.

dearest fianza
i know we're all tired and such but anyway, thanks nadz for the nice nice nice song (: just decided to post up a poem for a change. it's NOT mushy okay...it's just i guess a faith-in-you, love-you thing? fianza. bond. i'm going to miss you guys...to be practical, i STILL can't say after these past four/three/two years i know each one of you, but it really really STILL means a lot to me everytime anyone of you comes up to tell me or MOS that you care, or just to give your feedback, or just to remind us that we've got you to fall back on, regardless of the problems we face with other non-boarders or with the other batches. we may be criticized for not being the most bonded batch around, we may be criticized for our hardcore un-emo sides, we may be criticized for how we bring up fea, but to me, that's not the most important because fianza is my batch, and that's all that matters. it'd be hypocritical to say i love each and every one of you, because i don't even know each and every one of you that well, but i do love fianza as a whole. stay strong. this poem is caleld "elaborate signings" for some unknown reason. it is a love story and no, i did not write it. haha (: for you. stay strong.

"women are the sweetness of life."
poets can build galaxies from pebbles
& breathe the word of life into brief glances,
but one must be careful with the power of creation
so i scribble an obligatory, struggling to keep from
staining the page with the exaggeration of new passion,
unsure if i am simply the writer who lives downstairs,
plays his coltrane too loud & likes thunderstorms

i take a trip one flight up
where your eyes escort me to another country,
your touch becomes a wet kiss on the horizon
of a birthday in a warm july
i travel to your smile to hear stories of
wrecked trains parked in your dining room

but the past is a vulgar thief
it steals the laughter from your eyes,
tosses the broken edges of yesterday's heartache
into this remembrance
i dream of erasing painful memories with lingering
caresses from a steady hand

i rearrange the jagged stars of your past
i am the young boy smiling at you with love letter eyes
i carve your name into the soul of graying trees
i am your first slow dance, a trembling hand teetering on your waist
i replace the melancholy prayers on your lips with urgent kisses
i swear an oath to your beauty, become holy in your embrace

traveling tall miles through years of distance,
i arrive, wet from your tears,
my only tool—a poet’s skill
i mend your smile,
emancipate your eyes,
& together
we ride that wrecked train from your dining room
to the horizon of your birthday in another country.

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