Timothy Hong

Sleep deprived I reach for rest
What is the meaning of this wakeful test?
Those wakeful things I do detest
For in my mind I do protest
Go away sleep deprivation, you little pest
And leave me alone in bed to rest

When you feel down
When you feel low
Look up to the stars
And look at them glow
They watch you go
And talk to you so
They try to cause your heart to grow Continue reading “The Stars”

Memories collide into space
Turmoil threatens the peace
I am locked in this state of mind
Slowly falling way behind
Sanity and Insanity begin to merge
To my painful memories purge
I am losing my thoughts
All the while, myself, I have fought
What will become of my sanity
Is there a way to save me
I know not what will happen
But I will not be beaten

So many times I’ve wondered
Where all this is from
How many times have I blundered
But been given a second chance?

You are my blessing girl
A gift to me
So let our new love unfurl
And let us both be free Continue reading “Our Love”

When I say I love you
What do I mean?
When my words are few
What do you see?

Is it something about me?
Is it the way I look?
What?
Just be honest with me
Just tell me the truth
Please Continue reading “When I Say I Love You”

Memories of my distant past come to haunt me
What did I do? What did I feel?
The memories come and go as they please
I need strength I need control over my memory

Asympathetic persons drift in and out
Oh, how I tire of their company
They show to me without a doubt
The truth of my miserable reality

As the day goes by
There comes a point
I just want to cry

Terrible pressure and deadly pain
And actions of my anterior past
All come down in a pouring rain
They have reached me at last

I am going home
Where I tirelessly roam
Nothing could I want more
But to walkthrough that final door
To this other life I know
Where nothing is too low

There I’ve left my life
My happiness and strife
Friends there wait for me
For together we’ll finally be Continue reading “The Return”

Flashes, light, pain, discomfort
I cannot retort
Who would listen?
What use is it there?
It happens everywhere Continue reading “Flashes”

Oh how I long for the beauty of the day
The ever flowing ocean waves
For the brilliance of such innocence
For the touch or the great dance
I love her, my love, my one