Timothy Hong

The End

It began five years ago
on a day much like this
I went away from home

That first step that I took
That final goodbye wave
In which was said, “good luck.”

That first heart-wrenching tear
As I realized the end
And was held tight by fear Continue reading “Life of Tim”

These small birds are all over the place
It seems as though they’re all in some race
They come close on daring ventures
Looking for food pure or impure
They’re all hungry for lunch
For something to munch

Far away high in the sky
Hangs a kingdom of giants of light
They, like any other living being
Are content with all that they see

But once upon a time
A watcher of our world
A star of our night sky
Began to wonder of its rule Continue reading “The Star Who Dreamed”

Come sit with me my friend
Crack open an ice cold beer
Let your fears fade phenomenally away
Free all your pent up tears

The pain it always hurts
That’s why they call it pain
Inside it’s like an ice cold rain
Outside it just makes me numb Continue reading “Random Tune”

Dreams of blue and hues of color
Flood my waking thoughts of slumber
I have been at lack of sleep now
Staying up til so late an hour

My insides collide emotionally
Like foaming, frothing oceans of fury
And so with sullen sadness I bow
To patiently wait it out Continue reading “Lost and Lonely”

One of these days nothing will matter
All the regrets that haunt my past
Will fade to a deep dark winter

Some things just tend to sit still
Hanging in a web of happiness
While others hide in loneliness Continue reading “I Am A Dreamer”

At a loss for what to do or think
I sit and relate what I see
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It is late in the day, yet the sun still is shining. Flying is just another experience. Why is it that I’m taken back every time I look out the age battered windows and see a miniature world frozen far below me?
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The sun illuminates my immediate world
It burns and glows like a white hot coal
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Through the soft melodies flowing into my ears I hear the overpowering roar of this large metal bird as it cuts through the upper skies, now reduced to a soft thrumm by the caps within my ears.

In these few recent days
I have a need for new ways
For my heart longs for home

A new need has been uncovered
And my heart recovered
Set free now to roam

This next poem…
What will it be about?
I have no clue
Should I condemn
And force a clearing cloud
To move out of the blue
I’ll write it about nothing at all
And then sometime next fall
I’ll find all this gibberish
And wonder, “What the fish!”
“These birds don’t fly!?!”

So now I bring to an end
This poem that I now lend
To whoever needs a good cheering
I hope this has brought you some clearing