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To Familiar Sparks

When my mind was young my heart was old And I’d watch the seasons race the cold With a match I once tickled the sun And burned for it to color me young. Now my mind is old and my heart is young And my mornings chant anthems of heroes unsung Through window cracks, a young ray fingers Sending tickles of a warmth that lingers. Every now and then I still spark a flame I test my limits; I challenge God by name. To old familiar chants, my mind still turns To familiar sparks my heart forever burns.

PoetryHillary Wen
Betrayals Erased
Swimming in the sand so dry
We lied beyond our dreams
Wishing for a star’s reply
With a spark we could redeem.

Once a beating heart so fertile
Now crushed beneath your hands
Entangled between love and peril
Bleeds lost with no command.

I’d proposed to get away from here
And you’d supplied the how
And all our trust from all our years
Could not withdraw us now.

You’d what promised you would never
Still, begged I stay and fight
I begged to learn what she’d tendered,
And for love to stay the night.

The rest shall be it all fictitious
For love has earned me grim
Could not imagine a love so vicious
Thus chose to be with him.

I dare not now undo the wrong
To amuse a boundless chase
It’s not where you and I belong
Thus our betrayals I’ll erase.

For now I must call you a friend
As you still bring me light
But dare not yet be naïve again
To render one more fight.
PoetryHillary Wen
Don't You Wonder
Do not wonder
If you are the kind 
Of woman men desert.

Please stop piling up
A list of things you are
Just so you can overwhelm
Yourself into thinking
That you’re overwhelming
To everyone, and anyone
In retrospect but desperate
To make sense of 
Something, and anything. 

Do not ask yourself
Why you keep searching
For men who stray
And do not believe that
It’s because you never wanted
Love in the first place,
Place yourself first.

And do not leap into
A relationship thinking
“It makes sense.”
Run or swim or stride 
Into one but make sure
You make sense.

I wish for you
Nothing but to fall
Like leaves to soil,
For your own soul. 

But if you are to paint
That picture, then paint it
Whole, take the entire pile
And launch it into the wall
Watch as your canvas
Melts to color and blood and
Collapses to its knees
The beautiful splash
The floor, the wall
The colors dripping
In the collision, you
Reach your tongue out
And taste the brilliant
Enchanting detonation 
Of all the different
Lives you pretended to live
The weight of the
Unlived still calling, stirring
And the lives within you
That have never met
Let the colors run
Into each other because 
That’s how new colors
Are created, and mix them
Deeply, beautifully, completely.

Your mosaic, I promise
Will make them dizzy
But imagine please, just 
For a moment these
Kaleidoscopic eyes 
Filled with ecstasy, ones
That see and dream in color
In motion, in musical notes
Imagine a pair of eyes, yours
That will motion your colors
Into a story only you sing
Because I promise out there
There are more, and by dancing
To your own colors you
Invite them to explore. 

Let your colors
Misbehave more often
Let them dance and
Not just in any soul
But another soul with
Kaleidoscopic eyes that swing
To your colors and sing
A story you can spend
Your life painting.

Don’t apologize to the world
For making them dizzy
And believe me, you’ll
Never have to apologize to him
For being soft because
Darling soft looks gorgeous
With that mosaic soul of yours
And soft will be the color
Of the eyes that hold you.  
Don’t ever wonder—if love is
Something you must ask for. 
PoetryHillary Wen
What We Run From
That moment
When fire drips
From my tongue
And wrinkles sink
Beneath your lungs. 

And we’re forced
To wonder if
A feeling stored
Is a burden more. 

Cause we both know
The torment has only
Just now begun. 
PoetryHillary Wen
Message in a Bottle

Hello Stranger,

Stranger things have happened,
Taller walls have drowned.
Yours to mine connected,
To heights we must astound.

One cast into the currents
Waves friendship from the ground.
And ancient shores will empty
To send you and me home-bound. 

PoetryHillary Wen
My Low Budget High Spirit
When indecision
Becomes your friend
Allow your heart
A gentle cleanse.

Blushing with color 
Her sunset sky
Colors the velvet
A sweet goodnight. 

Just remember that
Those who love you
Love themselves 
The same way 
Those who reject you
Reject themselves 
The same way, and
Those who expand you
Bathe in stardust

So take your time
Breathe in whole
Yield to seductions
Of your soul.

Paint your spirit
With songs old and new
And inhale the ocean’s
Calming wild blue.

Sprinkle all worries 
Over the sand
And let the ocean
Wave you her hand. 

Laugh about forever
What fiction sublime!
Cause we live but one
Half breath a time. 

Breed lasting forevers
Lifetimes in days
And release infinity
In memories erased.

An epic novel
This year shall be written
The past but a page 
Of memories forgiven. 

Hell, tear the chapters
Awaken explosions!
Perhaps then we can live
In short stories and poems. 

Free all lives unlived
And spirits untamed
For universes reborn
Are stories unclaimed.

Lift free your soul
To adventure again
Discard your notepad
But uncap your pen. 

Feel peace in the wild
Eternally rising
May true love find you
Just as you're hiding.

Don’t run from emotions
Charge toward them all
Your arms might crumble
But so will your walls.  

Please, save your soul
Tremble, my dear,
Not in shame
Tremble in glorious, 
Wild, epic
For all that awaits
Cause what are we
But creatures
Dipped in heart
Drenched in soul
Drowned in love
Starving for one
Moment's enchantment 
Tremble, my dear,
Because you are home
To a wild, glorious, epic soul. 

Let every soul 
You touch expand
And all that seems lost
Shall return again. 

Yes I blush and I tremble and I fall and I run
May the low budget to my high spirit be
How all short stories and poems’ve begun.

PoetryHillary Wen
Remember That
Darling one day, should you push
Away years of fantasies you chased
The dream you thought you’d never find
When comfort pretends to never lie
Remember that

We made promises to the person we were
And not to who we will become
So when one day you find yourself
On your knees bleeding
Your organs cave and instincts crawl
Promise me you won’t wait
Don’t you dare wait til skyfall
Remember that

Feeling when your heart drops
And your skin swells
To the past tastes and faint smells
Of love and belonging and dreams come true
Oh darling, please let
New dreams become too.

The poor advice of past voices
Leave them behind
And void of the new
Let them shake and let them stir
Remember that

The light in the cracks
It must pass through
And when it does, get after it.
Leap, my darling, and don’t look back.

Until the wind breaks your face
And the branches take your skin
And let the waves of ocean
Cleanse the palette within.
Let the sweat-built armies
Free fall off your chin
As suns from different universes
Bless you with the same power
The gods built you in.
Remember that

Running is not a sin.
But the how we begin,
PoetryHillary Wen
Tomorrow, Your Apollo
Countless Kingdoms these legs’ve wandered
Plunged in tides and yet still risen
Volumes of knowledge I’ve yet conquered
Shelved this head a virgin prison.

Ancient verses I‘ve been taught
Thousands of tributes I’ve thus spared
Alongside servants I have fought
Yet love still finds me unprepared.

Wandering seas led you to my shores
And framed in light you gallantly stood
Through my heart a wavelength tore
And sparked a fire through the woods.

You emptied my mind of ancient kingdoms
And cleansed my soul of native tides
Snapped free the bars of endless prisons
And promised a love in which we’d rise.

But the hands of Dionysus let loose the wine
And waves of skies those mean reds swallow
Clenching valiantly my prophecy divine
As she rains the bleeding heart of Apollo.

“Love and madness,” he screamed with rage
Muffled by my suffocant breath
“Will fall to thee an endless cage
And lure swoons to their deaths.”

Fleeing the city of fallen ruins
To seek the words of Guinevere
I followed the road less travelled
To a fairer maiden it’d then steer.

Tea met me with the Fair Helen
Who spilled her heart out on her dress
Wearing the armor of beauty’s felon
And fragrance of Lady MacBeth.

Roam did I the lands with Caesar
Of human blood he’d spray perfume
Climbing the balcony to try to please her
Jesting at scars that haven’t felt a wound.

He drove me into the arms of Picasso
Where I played with forces I did not know
Pumping my veins with blood-filled tabasco
That let the seas of madness howl.

I sensed it all begin to fade
Captivated by the Serpent’s lullaby
I completely faded away
And murdered my only alibi.

Deep, deep down a deep, deep valley
Tickled a blazing glow
Who should I see but the brilliant you
Upon the pyramid of Maslow!

Looked back down a Ponce or two
At a wrinkle-collecting fountain
And realized that to reach the top
You’d have to turn the mountain.

A sapphire tinted pair of wings
An Angel wand’ring hidden spheres
Onto you my body springs
And into yours my faint arms flare.

With you lies the myth of  Socrates
A question far, far yonder
Untold volumes of hypocrisies
Still yet, I grow fonder.

In the heart of another crisis
In the fate of another tomorrow
You’ll be my Dionysus,
And, I, my beloved, your Apollo.
PoetryHillary Wen
Again It Starts
To you my heart has flown
To yours my body’s fled
With yours my soul’s been sewn
By the angels’ golden thread.

A simple glance you’ve sent
Runs shivers down my spine
And everything dissolves
To where the stars align.

At night we close our eyes
To explore the vague abyss
Desires awoken inside
By a gentle midnight kiss.

Your chest rising and falling
Like a garden of musical notes
Your eyes calling and calling
To yours my body devotes.

A touch of love upon me
Ignites a vibrant hue
And the promises of your vision
Keep wide my eyes for you.

The thoughts of your hands nearing
The whispers of your breath
Eyes helplessly endearing
Brings resistance to its death.

Within your mouth a current
That forces my lips apart
The moment you hold still
We’re begging to restart.

You have my heart
The way it drops
The way it stops
The way it pops
And the way it starts
PoetryHillary Wen
One More Fight
There lived no loss
In those past goodbyes
We’d always move on
Cause we always knew why.

And those who could’ve loved us
We’ll never wonder who
We’ll wake up every morning
With each other to pursue.

And if you need me to find you
I’ll always know where
The walls of hell I’d swim through
This to you I swear.

And if this isn’t true love
I don’t know what is
We dream in vibrant colors
Even in the darkness.

What matters isn’t when
Or why or how you’re not
Not who or where you’ve been
But that you own my heart.

But if we ever dare to
Brush this love away
Then I only wish to release you
From all debt, and
That these words I say today
You’ll remember to forget.

I promise I won’t commit
To a man who’s less than you
And if you find new happiness
I hope the same is true.

If you found her in a crowd
Did you two meet eyes?
Like we did?

When she talks sweetly
Does my voice echo louder?
Would you surrendered yourself completely
Every minute of every hour?

Can you see through all her lies
Within one single glance?
Feel your magic in her eyes
In the rhythm of a dance?

You wouldn’t, I suppose
Wonder if I feel the same;
Or that if she knows
You still taste like my name.

Will the tattoos of my kisses
Embedded in your skin
And in the blood still flowing
Still warm you from within?

When your arms’re nightly bounded
Will you feel like you belong?
Or are your ears still clouded
By my 4am song?

And will the violent waves
Of gentle waters arise
Above those resilient walls
Within your tender eyes?

Again and again
A day after another
Will time recycle
With every other?

When we’re no longer together
How long will it take to see
That your one true forever
Was only meant for me?

This time or another we’ll bother wonder
Why someone else is wishing you goodnight.


But my only question is:
Will that dark-clouded thunder
Cast upon a burning light—
To see us one more fight?
PoetryHillary Wen
The Artist's Reward

The best parts of a book, they say
Are the wrecks of an author’s life
The endless sighs and cries
Mistaken as a prize.

The Artist’s Reward, they call it.
An art I’ll recreate
Their sighs and cries together
I here hallucinate.

“I love you just the way you are,”
Claims the eye of an archive
Snooping for endless logic
Too precious to survive.

To retrieve a recollection.
Passed in end a void
Draws on the eye too blind
By sensations overjoyed.

The checklist delivered at birth
A love completed in theory
I do, but not enough to
Sacrifice vision for memory.

“I love who I’ve become with you”
Cries deep and fervently
The intensity of a newly felt love
To transform a moment’s eternity.

But the seduction of the highest height
Engraves a false forever
To secure against the ruins of time
With a thread of artless pleasure.

If the seduction of aesthetics
Dare snare our love confined
I pledge to cause the strength
to leave our present behind.

“We shall chat for all eternity,”
Suggests the awakened artist.
“With our love as the subject
and you as the object.”

And so it begins
The tragedy of an artist’s soul
Because a story that doesn’t end
Cannot be a story told.

But if this is the story
I’m destined to create
Let not my beloved surrender
to this awry art called fate.

“I love you for who you could be.
for what we will become,”
Transfigures the universal
A fantasy rich as none.

A reality in construction
Lives only in the mind.
As reality is its destruction
And ends this love with time.

And if we dare hold forever
to be truer than the now
Then each moment wasted
Stands truer than our vow.

The Artist's Reward is simply
our faith in Eternity.
Synthesis of the temporal and eternal
With freedom and necessity.
Combined with the infinite and the finite
I found in your company.
Two artists and one masterpiece
Stands our humanity against destiny.

The best parts of a book
Are the gems of an author’s life
Sighs and cries I now realize
Are sweet, sweet tunes disguised.
PoetryHillary Wen
Showers of Thanks
He lifted his arms
And rendered a glance.
And all the world’s strength
Tendered at his hands.

As the deep skies
Swept us away
And surrendered all
We ever kept at bay.

And when we parted
Without a kiss,
I found myself wondering
About his lips.

Not knowing that one day,
He’d taste like my name
And that these lips of mine,
Would never kiss the same.

That crowded night, I
Caught my first breath of his air
And galaxies near and far
Scattered light everywhere.

The scent of his body
Felt just like home
This scent of his body
I now own.
PoetryHillary Wen
When Pixie Turns To Dust

I once sprinkled a pixie
With wanderlust
And watched as her kingdom
Collapsed into dust. 

Every once upon a time
I still catch a glimpse
Of the pixie who now lives
Between love’s blinks.

Don’t look away!
Cause I might forget
Oh please hold still
Don’t blink just yet.

Where are you, pixie,
How far have you traveled?
You must be exhausted
From the lives left unbattled.

To where are you running? 
You must be terrified.
Is that why you disappear
At the blink of his eye?

I wanted to fall
You wanted to fly
Star crossed my Cancer
To your Gemini. 

A vacation to Earth
From home I depart
I still my thoughts
To hear your heart.

Take a little, I’d say
Of my heart tonight
And some dust too
I really don’t mind. 

I gave you my voice
And surrendered all fear
Now in my silence
You’re begging to hear.

You say I laugh
As if I’ve never known
So I deserted my Kingdom
Left open my throne

Anything for you
The universe I’d bend
And slowly forgotten
Was my old pixie friend.

Still you wanted more
Cause I wasn’t enough
And that’s when Pixie
Turned into dust.

I lost myself to
The crowd in your eyes
And what took my place
Turned our hearts blind.

When your face said more
About me than mine
Behind your eyes
I was forced to resign.

How did this all happen,
Where are my wings?
Why are they caught in
Between your blinks?

I wanted to fall
You wanted to fly
And now we watch our
Reversed roles collide

A heart filled with dust
You can’t really love me
Cause how could anyone
Love a Pixie? 

I wish I could sprinkle
Some magic upon us
But the only dust I collect
Flies free of trust. 

And each time you blink
My arms will spread
I lose a little magic, and
Your eyes fill with dread.

Don’t look away!
Cause we might forget
Oh please hold still
Don’t blink just yet.

PoetryHillary Wen
A Forever Gained
Thank you for my today
And all of my tomorrows
The rawest of your passions
Truest of your sorrows.

Tell me the broken stories
The deepest of your thoughts
Your mosaic of hopes and dreams
The battles that you forgot.

You can go on for a lifetime
I really wouldn’t mind.
About what keeps you up at night
The delightful and unkind.

And in the life after this one
I shall share with you my tale
Of a mountain and an ocean
Who let their love prevail.

One story after another
We shall alternate
One lifetime after another
Who will narrate.

Thank you, babe,
For the voice at the end of the night
Saying I’ll love you more tomorrow.

Thank you even more
For the morning of every tomorrow
For choosing us as your today.

I swear there are horizons
Longing to be discovered
Let us find them one by one.
I promise there are universes
Begging to be uncovered
The journey’s just begun.

And when it all downpours
I’ll join you in the rain.
Take my hand
And we’ll keep walking
And we’ll call it a forever gained.
PoetryHillary Wen
Seasons of You
Please don’t ask me
Cause I won’t tell
How winter springs
And Summer fell.

But on October 11th
At the Topsfield fair.
Lived every season
Of every year.

The morning of spring
A colorful spectrum
Silent whisperings
“Welcome! Welcome!”

As the noon of all seasons,
The Legacy invites
A spirit of summer
To astounding heights.

An evening of Autumn
Still falling hard
A kiss goodnight
As our warmest regard.

At 4am
A winter’s time
I’ll make you mine.

Every color of autumn leaves
Links your Heaven to my trees
With every pattern of winter flakes
You decorate my breeze.

And every flower of every spring
Every beam of all the summers
At the heart of midnight, still blossoming
Holds in its core, the greatest wonders.

However summer falls or winter springs
You can find me at the beat of your heart
And you, in the very heart of my beat.
PoetryHillary Wen
Vibrantly, Eternally.
The Eternal Strategist
And the Vibrant Dreamer
Summoned by fate
Eight months prior.

Revisited afresh
That Wishing Well
To conjure the elation from which
They fell.

A tender glide
Of wild breeze
Exploded two souls
A million degrees.

The universe on their shoulders
Lifting and soaring
Like every moment
Of Christmas morning.

His eyes in hers
A heart of gold
Lived the faraway galaxy
They’d soon unfold.

One moment in time
All stars aligned
A universe dissolved
Two souls intertwined.

An upward smile
An inward glance
They drifted within
The other’s trance.

A vibration of love
A luminescence
Beyond frequencies
Of quintessence.

Secrets unraveled
Demons pardoned
All was felt
Devotion yet hardened.

Within love’s chrysalis their galaxies collide
Vibrantly and eternally unified.
PoetryHillary Wen
The Poems In You
Like a wildfire
Our souls linked hands
Each moment
Higher and higher
As twilight danced
Around us
All night long.

My fist gripped firm
My eyes squeezed shut
Resisting the squirm
Of billions
And billions of
Butterflies. In. Gut.

Your warmest of lights
Flooding over me
I found peace.
Your tenderness
Struck the wind out of me
I couldn’t breathe.

Gasping for my first breath
I inhaled yours
And exhaled love
And inhaled more.

Our eyes so dim
And hearts at rest
Converged within
A beating chest
A spark was one
Of billions among
The reasons why
I’m where you belong.

The poems in you
I’d close my eyes
And again
To Listen to.
PoetryHillary Wen