One of my classmates wrote and shared this poem with us in class the other week. I can totally relate to some of the things in this particular poem.

“The Mysterious Beauty of Life”

Every day with her is speical,

But on Monday, I give Gretchen a card that reads:

“Happy Zombie Presidents Day.

Abe Lincoln died for our sins.”

Every thing crumbles when she laughs,

But I absolutely hate it

when she says,

“You’re too sweet.”

I confess everything;

of cops and robbers

of girls and bands

of gummy bears and moutain dew.

I tell her that I hate Poetry

But being poetic, like pro rasslin,’ is pretty cool.

That moon jellies dance, that P.E. is always in the house,

And that Shakespeare was just a confused as everyone else.

I admit that I’ve always wanted to be about

sunshine, flowers, and good feelings

But I’ve been asked way too many times if I’m a foo who knows how to kung-fu

Beckoning my feet to constantly fail Anger Management 101.

I tell her that I’ll always be my father’s stubborn child 

And my mummy’s innocent saint.

That I’ll always have my best friends,

and that they will always have my back to stab, to eat, and to feast.

In a world full of big talk and bigger silence,

I rat myself out.

I tell her that we’re a billion things

and the illusion is that we’re all nothing.

Gretchen smiles. She is into tarot.

Her cat eyes shimmers and glows.

And she say, “You’re the devil;

Cunning, unexpected, and horribly charismatic.”

I’ve never felt more lost and hurt before in my life, but she pulls me in.

We kiss, Twenty. Three. Skidoo…I guess I’m over it.

Rain pours, and I’ll never know what’s going on in this world,

But I absolutely wouldn’t want it any other way.

-Kevin Ng