Cin-digi Journal

Warm as a kiss, citadel summer Think I wanna love you forever Know it's stupid, teenage foolish But your butterflies are like no other's. Sunny side up pretty face down Just as much as a waterfall You veered your car to the library's back lot How much youth we've got, the skies would know. Whipped cream on my lips Wiped it down, you tasted like strawberries Citadel Hill stands unblinking Shuffled, red cotton gingham.  The clock struck two hours past ten You flew in just to swear we're just friends Are we really? Behind the closed libraries After shared sugar cookies? You have that glow of siesta days I've nothing but coquettish daze. So pack our touches Book a plane to L.A Before you're  back to Sài Gòn , you'd say. One year later, Notre Dame winter Bến Thành sung its blistering blues Sài Gòn's never cold with us So we loved like our time was due. Stayed up past two a.m On the frozen floor, your touch warm Then Bitexco's helipad I saw and sixty-e...

          CW: mild body horror, bullying      It wasn't until last winter that the creature started parasitizing my ceiling. I almost couldn't remember how life was before it made itself at home in my walls—any flat surface it could shift its body into. It dragged its comically long limbs on the ceiling, often drooling tiny rivulets of blood that evaporated in my peripheral vision. I had gotten used to it. Its body took the silhouette of a human, but it had no face, only a pair of eyes that floated in the void of its anvil-shaped head. The sclera was ghostly white, gleaming like a pearl, and its irises were abysmally black. It was just about as tall as I am, although the torso and arms are so long they always dragged on the floor as strips of skin. The whole creature was pitch black, its outline buzzing, never visible.       "What... are you?" I fell onto the floor, scrambling backwards. My head hit the floor forcefully, but in...

  The moon is specifically bright tonight. My eyes were half-opened and I could feel its light filtering through the crack of the curtains, through the frosty shadows, onto my eyelids and lashes and my skin. I had to wake up. I haven't seen anything so bright and melancholic in months. She's there watching over the world. Over us. Do you think so, too? I know you don't. It's been a long time since we last talked. I don't miss you anymore, but I asked her if you have missed me too. What does she know? Perhaps nothing since she's just a glowing astronomical body who's incapable of hearing and has never been frightened before. But perhaps everything because hundreds of generations of the human kind have whispered wishes and prayed and sung and danced to her. Because she is so capable of being loved, because her guardian is wordless and resilient. The light from the neighbor's living room went out. No cars has passed this route for the past hours. Me. Just m...

 Anh ở tiền tuyến biết không Hậu phương em vẫn khóc mong tin chồng. Đầu kia súng giữ buôn làng  Đầu này bông lúa gửi ra nuôi chàng. Rượu đã nhấp nợ đã mang Một đời âu yếm, thênh thang bóng hình Ráng chiều ai ngỏ tâm tình "Liệu người một kiếp, một mình bên ta?" Nào màng sương khói bay xa Vầng dương khẽ hát khúc ca đất trời. Thoáng qua, nay lại xa rời Song thưa sập đóng, nắng thôi gieo vần. Xuân theo giấc mộng tan dần Hạ hoa say giấc bần thần trắng đêm Thu về vẫn một cái tên Mà đông năm ấy ai quên câu thề. Anh đi chẳng hẹn ngày về Em trông đỏ mắt, trời quê đỏ bừng Giữa đêm pháo sáng mịt mùng Tay thon sẫm máu lại vùng súng lên. Vỏn vẹn hồi ức đi bên Hỏa châu nước mắt bên ngoài lòng sông Bom đạn đã chí tang bồng Anh về nơi đất, em trông lên trời.  ******** Lần đầu viết thơ tiếng Việt theo thể thơ này,,kk. Dạo này t cảm thấy không viết được nữa, buồn quáaa Bài này ban đầu là thơ về mùa xuân, sau sửa lại lời mới thành ra về chiến tranh. Muốn ghép thêm nhạc mà k kiếm được bài nà...

Suck the blood off of my bone Morsel of flesh on your tongue Winter nights, bloodshot eyes Slit my throat, keep me alive. Like bile, blood rises Into the toilet bowl, scream Did you see your reflection in the crimson? Love is a suffocating meal so decapitate me. Does the skin ever resist? Does the tongue ever give in? Through my ribs you're tearing What are you looking for? —said, a promise I'm forgetting.  And the heart never stopped pulsing and the blood never stopped running You bite into my carcass —lousy. Feast of a lifetime My stomach inside yours  A vulture in a tux Putrescent odor. Singing heart valves The pleasure of your belligerent feasting through the cracks of your teeth, my intestine lining still fresh Blood pools. Offal squelching  You revel on top of my putrefaction. I'm warm in your arms tonight  down your throat, tonight. Call me a cheshire cat the way I smile The crooked, gummy smile Depleted of teeth  so they're poking out the sockets of my e...

We were sixteen when you had on your sundress Dancing avidly Now I watch you stub out your third cigarette  Through the smoke you can't see me.  Where along the way did I lose you To thorns of roses, to blunt snowflakes? You started reading Poe Vaping polluted cotton candy. And we spent the 17th summer in town I would drag you to the pond  Far behind the train tracks  I taught you how to smoke, and We laughed when you choked.  The 18th winter I moved out  Carrying your heavy words On that Sunday without a cloud That time you skipped church. Soon we were twenty In the middle of New York City I watch as you lie on the bathroom floor, half naked Breathing in lines Dreaming of hometown neon signs. The numbing warmth, flash over your eyes A camera shutter of your fifth birthday I was outside but you didn't call out And you passed without a sound. Twenty-five  A ring I never gave to you Cleaning out our apartment closet And found that sundress you wore. You...

I would like a kiss Before you leave tonight For you shall feel the torpid bliss I've always tried to hide. Mask of Soteria, you run Carrying the heavens on your shoulders In those theatrical lies you hunt Too busy miming an abater. I hope you feel how pathetic I was Waiting for you in the August rain Those promises you made Stay an unanswered refrain. My love is a wide-eyed deer Amidst your jamming gun Pretending to safe me from the sharks Yet you were the one who dug my wounds. Mask of Soteria, perhaps a firefighter Throwing yourself into the flame In my room you saved a cat My breathing corpse you stepped over. The Goddess will forgive you for what you did Although my bruised heart won't Fall to my feet and beg for it The salvation, not Soteria, but I, hold. Foolish is me who wished to be loved Deceived myself for the sake of your fun This rage should rise like forest smoke And char away the path you run. But for now, you're still the firefighter My corpse y...