Countdown

Our time 

is almost up 

as the hourglass 

carries on, 

waiting for someone or 

something to stop 

and reverse the 

flow of 

consequences 

from our foolish 

actions. 

Our world and 

lives are at 

stake, 

we're placing them 

on a bet that 

someone will 

change, 

pick up the hourglass, 

and stop the countdown 

before it's too 

late. 

Another art piece inspired poem, and by the same artist too. Once again, the following link and title belong to her: http://yuumei.deviantart.com/gallery/?q=Countdown#/d3lllcp

This poem, as well as the picture reminds us that we only have a certain amount of time before we create chaos here on Earth because of global warming and other consequences of our foolhardiness. With time constantly ticking by, will we be able to make it? 

The Singer

The lights dimmed, 

hiding her eyes in shadows 

as she grips the 

microphone in 

one hand and 

sings, 

making others' words 

and songs and 

emotions 

hers, 

letting it 

take her away and 

transport the 

enraptured listeners 

to another 

world.

Sorry I haven't been posting lately! Summer heat and laziness must be getting to me. Last night, we went to a restaurant where our family friends' daughter performs every month or so. Anyways, I want to dedicate this to Emily and the Bluecallers (you guys are amazing!), and my two friends who are both awesome singers, Gabby and Emma. 

If you haven't noticed, there's a new page on this blog! On that page, you can put up things you think would be a good topic for me to write about. It could be a photo, a website, an article, whatever! I'll definitely credit you for the idea. Thanks!

Summer In The City

Smog mingles 

in the humid 

hot air, 

afternoon sun fading into 

the white night 

and artificial light. 

Countless people 

walking along these 

streets, 

a thousand strangers 

all with 

different lives,  

all breathing in 

the life 

ever present 

when it's 

summer in 

the city.

Waiting

Sometimes, 

I wonder if 

we're just sitting, 

staying still, 

waiting passively for 

something to 

come to us, 

to happen to us, 

for that one moment of 

perfection, 

that we forget 

about

going,  

living and 

trying to find 

what we were 

waiting for.

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Squabbling and
screaming,
fluttering and
flying,
chirping and
chasing,
little feathery
blurs of
activity.

With the birds' nesting season, the bird activity has increased a lot! We have several pairs of goldfinches, house finches, sparrows, starlings and grackles in our backyard trying to find nesting material and getting a desirable spot on the feeders. It's actually quite fascinating to watch them defend their territories and live a life that's quite different from ours....