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I stand alone,
in the middle of this desolate meadow
letting the rain
wash me clean.

To scream
to the Heaven's
Why are you doing this to me?
Would only make things worse.

For I know
that no one
will answer me.

The Beautiful Life

We sit alone
listening to the waves roll in
as our fingers and toes
dig into the soft sand

The fading sun
reflecting
a world so beautiful
from your hazel eyes.

I watch
with awe and wonder.

How lucky I must be
to have found someone
so lovely
so lively
to love me

I smile,
and laugh to myself
while shaking my head.

What a beautiful day.
Such a beautiful life. 

To Know (Without Knowing)

When I met you
I knew
without knowing
that our time together
would be short.

That together
we would burn brighter
than even our sun

but that eventually
our light would burn out
and that
you would move on.

I could see it
without seeing
your expression
when you told me
that everything
was
fine.

I could hear it
when your heart broke
and I helped
to wipe away
your silent tears.

And yet
I told myself
-foolishly-
that I was wrong
and that you
Of all the people
whom I have met in this world
were the one
that knew my soul
spoke
to my heart
and sparked my curiosity.

How interesting
How peculiar, really,
that friendship
feels so much like love
but the loss
in many ways
hurts

far worse.  

Rose Colored Glasses

The easy Spring breeze
smells of fresh flowers,
and wild grass.

I sit, overlooking the winding stream.
The water gliding over the rocks
rounded with time and erosion.

And as I eye my own reflection,
I cannot help but think of this place.
Home.
Here in an open meadow,
beside the small stream.

Through my rose colored glasses
it is the most beautiful painting
of them all.
A painting
that I hope to one day
create.

Meadow Stream

by T. C. Chiu

The Ticking Clock

Uneasily,
my feet guide me
                      towards the front of the room.

Swallowing hard,
my fears
             anxieties
the grief.

My eyes scan the crowd before me
and despite all that I feel
-I smile

My heart
heavy in my chest
while tears hide behind my eyes

"Andrew-"
Your name slips from between my lips

And somehow
Time passed on.

The Calm Sea

His tender eyes
meet mine
and
just like that
              I am lost
on a calm sea.



A pallet of the shades of blue
surrounding me
as I am met
                    by the golden sun
                     kissing my fair skin.

His brown hair
tossed lightly
            with the rolling waves
and soft breeze.

His skin soft
rubbed smooth by the salty air.

In his arms
          I melt
back into the child
Who I once was.

The Pouring Rain

Rain pours 

                     down.

Over

          Me.

The thunder roars

as lightning illuminates the sky.  

Water dripping down my cold face.

                           I cannot help but shiver

As I think of the road home

and how far I have left

                                     To go.

Mother told me once

to never fear the dark

and yet,

       as the sky fades back to its dark pitch

the ghosts crawl out from their hiding places

-How I wish to be alone.  

My heart,

It pains me.

The grief.

The absurdity of it all.

Rain pours

down.

                       Over

              Me.