M. Cattleya's Poems

See you in grey On the early day Is the feast for the eye See you in yellow Take away my sorrow Give me strength for tomorrow Grey brings up your eyes Which are so nice Yellow make you radiant Show that you're brilliant Grey and yellow Make my days beautifully flow Tue, 27/5/2008

Love is the heart, not the brain The feeling, not the thinking The emotion, not the reason The commitment, not the prison Wife, not maid Mon, 19/5/2008

I often wonder Does this hope matter? How it will end up? Useless or precious? Only time has the power to answer I don’t know How much longer I could survive I don’t know when I should stop hoping And then… Move on Sat, 31/5/2008

Hope is a magic word To deal with uncertainty Because future is a mystery Even though there is no guarantee That life will take side on me It keeps me hopeful When I’m painful Makes me powerful When I feel like a fool Sat, 7/6/2008

You’re old enough To stand up on your own feet Why you demand Gift without fight Gain without pain Success without process You’re a parasite A long life parasite Of your own parent Unbelievable How you so proud of it Tue, 27/5/2008