Ma, It’s Dark Here 1999
My mother used to hang all the candies in a basket to the ceiling because she doesn’t want me to have rotten teeth. I was a sick child, gazing into the ceiling was all I could do in those days, while laying in bed and dreaming. With only tiny windows, the room was always dark without sunshine coming in. In my memory, that was a real prison. Most of the time fantasies were scary. I am in the deep valley of my life, those childhood feelings came back again. Will she be there for me again? Can she understand now what I am about to do with my life? How I wish she would know.
Ma, it’s dark here
The candies are hanging beyond reach
I can only see the ceiling
The girls are outside laughing
And I only lay down here dreaming
Ma, it’s dark here
I haven’t seen the sunshine since last spring
My tin soldiers are marching
And I am still laying down here dreaming
Ma, it’s dark here in the valley
The storm has broken the electricity
I am in the dark of darkness
I see no lights coming in
I am in the deepest tunnel without a torch
Ma, when can I be out of the valley?
Ma, it’s dark here
Without windows I can not see
I am in the deepest valley
Cold winter soon will invade me
I need your touch
Ma, it’s dark here
My tongue is freezing
My feet are numbing
They told me all the poets eventually
Will be buried densely
And sure, there is no money
The poems they wrote will be in the trash
Ma, it’s dark here without your touch
sooooooooon
I will be just another mummy in the Death Valley
- Re: mother's day, bring this old song up, and wrote another oneposted on 05/10/2009
我小时疯狂吃糖。没有糖吃,就吃白糖。那时一个月一个家庭才有半斤白糖。 草医生,若我小时有你这样的医生.....家里很多人....
糖是我唯一的安慰,我数着糖粒...
- Re: mother's day, bring this old song up, and wrote another oneposted on 05/11/2009
Deeply moving ...
I am in the deepest tunnel without a touch
without a "torch" ? - Re: mother's day, bring this old song up, and wrote another oneposted on 05/11/2009
Maya, hug.
I am becoming a much better doctor and person after being a mother.
- posted on 05/12/2009
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Cut, cut
me deep cut me through
jab the blade further
until my heart is pink and smooth
further further with your sword blade
Crush crush
the dried petals of roses that bore light
Yawning and empty the petals wither
Only grayed stem remains
Revive the silence that the stars will again shine
gush gush
I thought we are goanna to be together
and forever
a flame once, burnt like red red flower
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