Love is
It’s been so long since I last blogged. To be honest, I didn’t miss blogging at all for the past 2 weeks! Oh gosh…… Geez…… No!!! I must not let my passion die!!! I want to write!
Love is,
he eats whatever you want to eat even when he doesn’t like it.
Love is,
he goes wherever you want to go even when he doesn’t want to.
Love is,
he still holds your hand even when you’re mad at him.
Love is,
he offers to carry your handbag even when that makes him looks sissy.
Love is,
he will still kiss you even when you have the morning breath.
Love is,
he laughs at your jokes even when they’re not funny.
Love is,
he smiles and calls you “silly” even when you’re clumsy.
Love is,
loving your everything that other men do not love.
~ Ashley
P.S.: Love is, he still loves you even when you’re digging nose. LOL! :D Beat that!
不满
不满
太多了
每一字
每一句
听不下去
诸多道理
变成了借口
不悦
太久了
每一分
每一秒
苦忍下去
太多承诺
都成了泡影
不满
满满充斥了一颗心
欠缺的勇气
无以追寻
好想说
靠！老板，我不爽！！！
一个人
手指
在键盘上敲着
喀哒喀哒
手机
在桌上震动着
叽叽唧唧
电灯
在上面亮着
吱吱咦咦
空气
在窜流着
唆唆吁吁
墙壁
在呼吸着
咿咿嗒嗒
而人
在这里坐着
无声无息
吸气、呼气
左看、右看
就只有
一个人
想
想想
也只是想想
如果
毕竟也是假想
假想
其实都是幻想
幻想
终究是梦想
梦想
亦是种理想
理想
尽管不切实际
还能想想
想想
也只是想想
~ Ashley
Photo by Ashley @ Thistle Port Dickson
Friends
Hello.
Who?
It’s me.
You who?
Your friend.
Friend who?
Never mind.
Hey.
Hi.
See you.
Bye.
A true friend
Calls your name
Says nothing
But knows everything
Rarely calls you
But often sees you
Never asks you
But cares about you
A true friend
Walks after you
Looks after you
Runs after you
When you turn around
A true friend
Will be there
For you
曾经
年少轻狂 -
我不曾
情窦初开 -
无对象
如花似玉 -
我没有
窈窕淑女 -
我不是
狂蜂浪蝶 -
白日梦
我是
迟蝶化的蛹
许多花样年华的曾经
却在此时经历
身为人妻
依旧花样年华
是幸福
抑或
不幸？
啊，至少
也算是
曾经
~ Ashley
Photo by Ashley – 12 Apostles, Melbourne
Have
You have
nothing I want
nothing I desire
nothing I need
You have
all that I hate
all that I dislike
all that I detest
You have
your life
your love
your job
that I do not wish to have
I am sorry
I have what I have
Leave me alone
In Love
In love I remain
In trust I maintain
Your respect I gain
Your faith I obtain
In love with you
Together we pursue
Dreams in view
Home we build
Hand in hand
We walk this land
Promises stand
You hold my hand
When the seas run dry
When the sun don’t shine
“Baby do not cry,
My love for you will not die.”
~ Ashley
假
做人，就要会假。
要假得让对方不觉得你在作假，
不是人人皆办得到。
有些，一开口说话，满嘴假话。
惹人厌。
有些，假可爱，爱搞怪。
惹人烦。
有些，装得一副“什么都会”，却是空壳一个。
惹人嫌。
有些，强要写一手好文笔，但没创意。
惹人笑。
作假，一门学问是也。
学不会，就别作假。
免得让人笑、被人嫌、令人烦、讨人厌。
我，
学会假。
在乎的话，或许会对你假。
不在乎的话，懒得理你。
何时真，何时假，
你无从知晓。
作假，生存之道之一。
别说我假。
你亦有作假之时。
作假之人若说我假，
也只不过是，
假！
~ Ashley
别。爱。
别，爱我。
如果不懂疼我。
别，疼我。
如果不削怜惜。
别，留我。
如果不愿珍惜。
别，纵我。
如果不能承担。
别，求我。
如果不想承诺。
看吧，
没那么简单。
想承诺，才求我长相思首。
能承担，才勇敢放纵我。
愿珍惜，才努力留着我。
会怜惜，才继续的疼我。
懂疼我，才来爱我。
爱我，
没那么简单。
做不到，
那就，
别，爱。
~ Ashley
Photo by Ashley
我爱。故我信。
先有爱，还是先有信？
我爱你，但我不信你？
我太爱你，所以不信你？
我相信你，所以很爱你？
我相信你，可是我不再爱你？
有爱，有信，就不吃醋？
有爱，无信，才会吃醋？
我爱你，我相信你。
可是，我害怕。
所以，我吃醋。
然后，我撒娇。
希望，你哄我。
你，明白吗？
有时，
无理取闹的背后，
只是我的不安。
等待你来安抚。
~ Ashley
Where is the LOVE?
Can the love for someone really disappear?
Can you tell your spouse that you no longer love him/her?
Can you tell your loved one that you feel nothing for him/her after being in love for many years?
Can we really fall out of love?
What makes one fall out of love?
If a problem arises in a relationship, do you choose to deal with it before you move on?
Or you seek comfort in another relationship before you could get out of this?
I do not understand.
How could one say “I feel nothing for you” after being together for so long?
I do not get it.
How could one not love his/her spouse anymore but could love another person?
I do not see.
How could love disappear?
Where is the love that you have been feeling all this while?
Where is the love that you promised will last forever?
Where is the love that bound us?
Where is it?
The love that once made us whole and happy.
How can it be lost?
How can it be gone?
How can it be taken?
How can you find it in another person?
Where is it?
Where is the love?
~ Ashley
Love & Need
I love you, hopelessly.
I need you, dearly.
Do not doubt.
With you my heart forever stays.
With you my soul forever bound.
Do not question.
Together we explore.
Together we experience.
Do not fear.
I have not said it enough.
I love you with all my heart.
Do not dread.
I do not show it often.
I need you every moment.
Do not forget.
I pledge my life to you.
I could not survive without you.
Do remember, my love.
I love and need you.
Endlessly.
~ Ashley
Photo courtesy of Melissa. Taken in Melaka.
Struggle
Buried.
Deep in the sea.
Thought I’d never see you again.
Hey, there you are.
Waving.
Smiling.
Who dug you out?
Who showed you the light?
NO.
You shall never see the light.
Ever.
With all the might.
I struggle.
To bury you one more time.
Deep in the woods.
Deep in the soil.
NO.
You shall not see the light.
Only I shall stay in the light.
No tears.
No goodbye.
Only love.
That struggles.
~ Ashley
Great Ocean Road – Twelve Apostles – March 2011 – by Ashley
It Isn’t Funny
I laugh.
So easy to laugh,
than to cry.
I giggle.
So easy to smile,
than to frown.
I joke.
So easy to talk,
than to sulk.
I follow.
So easy to agree,
than to disagree.
I’m funny.
So easy to be a clown,
than to cry in a crowd.
I’m happy.
So easy to pretend,
than to be yourself.
It’s funny, isn’t it?
It is so easy to be funny,
but it is so difficult to reveal,
how you really feel.
When I am being funny,
it is not funny.
You read me?
~ Ashley
Thanks to Ros, who gave me such beautiful idea. :) I write what I feel.
爱吗？
爱，是感觉？还是行动？
有人说，爱一个人，就要学会放手。
爱他，就要放手？
怎么可能？
爱，不是占有。
爱他，不一定要拥有？
荒谬。
爱，是无私。
爱他，就不能自私？
笑话。
爱，是感觉。
爱他，就得独自痛苦？
可悲。
爱，是行动。
爱他，就要不顾一切为他牺牲？
傻瓜。
我说，爱，是习惯。
我，习惯了他在我的生活里。
我习惯了，拥有他。
我习惯了，他让我享有的自私。
我习惯了，和他分享痛苦。
我习惯了，他不愿我为他牺牲任何一切。
所有的习惯，都是爱。
所有的爱，皆是习惯。
可是，习惯，可以有很多很多。
爱，能够有很多很多吗？
是先有爱，还是先有习惯？
先有习惯后有爱，那不是很轻易就会爱上了吗？
若先有爱后有习惯，那岂不是更危险吗？
是习惯吗？是爱吗？
我，乱了。
Mystery
I have secrets
Secrets that I tell no one, absolutely no one
Everyone has secrets
Secrets you share with no one, or someone
However, a secret is a secret
It is no longer a secret when it’s known to someone
Ssshhh…… I have a secret to tell you
Come closer
My secret
Is that,
I have secrets!
:D
~ Ashley
Crap I wrote! Hahahaha…… How many secrets I have? I lost count. Andrew knows most of them, but there are a few of which he doesn’t even know and I do not even tell. I am sure he too has secrets that he prefers to keep for himself ONLY. Well, I’m not sure about the part where people say “no secrets between husband and wife”. How many out there can really do it?
Am I a bad person for keeping secrets from my husband? I don’t know……
其实
其实 我的要求很简单
简简单单的生活 开开心心的活着
偏偏 我向往新鲜感
不平凡的生活 有惊有险的日子
未来 没人能预知 没人能保障
永远 就只能祈求 盼望 希望 一直美好
其实 我很容易满足
小小一份礼物 轻轻一句问候
可是 我向往更多
更多的背后 竟是更多 更多
追求 不敢再去追求更多
深怕 泥足深陷 无法自拔
人家说 顺其自然吧
殊不知 顺其自然可会成顺水推舟 顺水推舟之下可就会轻易覆舟
覆了舟 想翻身上岸 难
想太多了 太复杂了
停不了了
其实 我向往 好多 好多 好多。。。
~ Ashley
越来越爱萧敬腾 :)
习惯 2
可怕的，习惯。
明明不喜欢的，却因习惯了，
而喜欢上了。
明明不是那样的，却也因习惯了，
而变成那样了。
明明不想的，习惯了，
竟然想了。
为什么？
为什么会有习惯呢？
为什么习惯那么难戒掉？
为什么不习惯会渐渐变成习惯？
习惯，可以取代一切吗？
讨厌！
讨厌那样的习惯。
恨那戒不掉的习惯！
请你，不要变成我的习惯！
Walk In Love
A step into the woods
Little did I know that I would
Walk on this path of love
That would bring joy and hurt
Deep into the woods
I knew that I could
Dance on this path of love
That could bring sorrow and laughs
My hand you took
My breath you drew
My soul you stole
Happy that I took a walk in the woods
Miserable that my heart was lost
This is not
the love I looked
This is not
a walk I sought
I looked only
for a walk in the woods
A walk in love
A walk that I never dared to take
If only
We could walk in love
Not fall in love
Be careful,
We do not walk in love
We Fall In Love
~ Ashley
A park in Melbourne – March 2011 – by Ashley
Believer
They were high above the sky
Shining down oh so bright
Dreams, they were
Dreams, her world
She could fly
Up high in the sky
Rainbows were the tides
The cloud was her ride
She flew so high
Touching the dreams all right
Dreams, she reached
Dreams, were gone
They all came tumbling down
On the beautiful ivory town
There she is
Sitting in the mud
Yet she dreams
For one day she must
Grasp the Dreams
And fly above the ivory town
With her beautiful ivory crown
~ Ashley
Hmm…… Don’t know what came upon me to write such a crappy stuff. Hahahaha…… Still wanted to write it down, hoping that I could improve. Been a while since I last written a poem.
More or less resembling what I’ve been going through. I am a hopeless believer of miracles. I found that I tell myself “tomorrow will be better” very often. In fact, I always think “things will be better tomorrow”. Wounded over and over again but I could never learn. Perhaps, I’m not a quitter by nature.
Great Ocean Road, Melbourne. Taken from my first ever heli ride. Miss the place so much.
习惯
你知道吗？习惯，是很可怕的。
当你习惯天天听见某个人的声音，只要一天没听见，你会觉得很不惯。
当某个人天天陪你吃饭，只要一天不在，你会觉得浑身不自在。
当他天天都给你电话，你每天一定会习惯性的等在电话旁。
当你天天都收到他问候的简讯，只要一天简讯中断，你会习惯性的问他“发生什么事了吗”。
当你习惯了某个人的存在，他的消失，等于打乱了你的习惯。
他的存在，你的习惯便存在。
他的消失，你的习惯也没理由存在了。
习惯，就只剩下执著。
执著，放得下，就是解脱。
执著，放不下，就是束缚。
他是我的习惯。
也是我的执著。
更是我的束缚。
祈祷，别来打乱我的习惯。
我不想解脱。
我宁愿被束缚。
No Fame. No Name.
I seek no fame
But Fame comes knocking
What is your name
Fame is asking
I shall say no name
For name is nothing
A name for the fame
Or the fame for a name
I am not up for the game of fame
I wish only to share
To inspire
And be inspired
It is the inspirations I aim
Not the chase of fame and name
I seek no fame
~ Ashley
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I am lucky and honored to be awarded The Perfect Poet Award for week 39. Thank you for those who took the time to read and leave your brilliant comments. It is the encouragement that I truly need. You guys are brilliant too. I hereby accept the award and would like to nominate Kris (Fiveloaf) for the coming rally week.
Was awarded for my Tick Tock poem. :)
Tick Tock
Photo above belongs to Ashley @ Fish Avenue.
Tick Tock
I hear the clock
Ticking the seconds away
So loud
So clear
Tick Tock
I see the hand
Wiping every minute away
So strong
So determined
Tick Tock
It is merely a clock
Time? I see not
Time? I feel not
It is there, though
Ticking
Slipping
Tick Tock
Silent killer
Time is
Lurking around fearlessly
Bleed not, hurt not
But I am dying
We are all dying
For Time is
Taking away softly
Every second
Every minute
Of our life
Tick Tock
Listen!
Do you hear it?
Do you see it?
It’s there!
~ Ashley
Inspired by Kesha and the silence in the office. I’m all alone and waiting for Andrew. Waiting is wasting, so they said. Therefore, making my brain works a ‘lil so that time doesn’t get wasted. :) Or perhaps it does get wasted, in a good way.
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I was nominated last week for The Celebrate Poet of Spring in 2011 Award, March 1, 2011, and was one of the many runner-up’s who are great and creative poets. The nominated poem was My Shallow Mind. I now honor it and would like to nominate Silvertongue for this week.
Ashley
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