last edited: Nov 10 2025
i saw an old lady tried to run for a bit on university bridge, seattle
我也想跑
在下午 4:30太阳落山之前 ，我想往日落的方向跑追逐太阳
追他到地球的另一边
太阳他绝对的公平
他总是匀速地匀速地照亮 每一个角落每一边
我也想跑 ，我也想跑迈出 我已经多日多时没有活动的筋骨
我的双腿
咯吱咯吱跑出你想象中的样子
跑出一种理想
跑出一种人类的不安怀。
我也想跑 ，我试了一会儿 ，
我跑了 10分钟跑了 10秒钟跑了一秒钟。
我跑了一会儿 ，因为这不容易这对我来说不容易 ，
这是一种后天习成 的审美
一种并非 浑成天然的精心设计
一种理想主义。
但是
却不在我的 天性 里
但是我也想跑。因为我跑起来 就是一种生活方式
我跑起来就是一种色彩搭配
我跑起来 就是一种 大声宣誓 我跑起来就是一种
离经叛道。
我跑起来就是一种叛逆
对的
我也想跑了 即使太阳已经落山
他已经落山 ，你追不到他 ，
你追他到立球的另一边
他仿佛在告诉你 ，你不必去追他。
因为你的心和太阳一样准时一样公平
它公平的分配给 每一秒每一毫秒每一分 10分钟。
即使它会加速 当你跑起来 ，它会加速
但是你的心还是公平。
我还想跑吗？
我还想跑
因为当我不奔跑 ，我怎么能够感受到我的心 它的存在
它像太阳一样那么的永恒 ，
如果太阳永不落山 ，
我怎又知 太阳的存在。
所以我还想跑 ，
我跟着跑了一会儿跑了一分钟 ，10分钟，
我告诉自己可以歇一会儿 ，
然后再跑
我跑起来连成一部电影
至此我称之为艺术。
I, too, wanted to run.
Before the sun set at 4:30 in the afternoon,
I wanted to run toward the sunset,
chasing the sun,
chasing it to the other side of the earth.
The sun— it is absolutely fair.
It always shines evenly, evenly, touching every corner, every side.
I wanted to run too, to move the limbs I haven’t stretched in so long.
My legs creaked and groaned,
running in a way you might imagine,
running out a kind of ideal,
running out a kind of human restlessness.
I, too, wanted to run. I tried for a bit.
I ran for ten minutes, ten seconds, one second.
I ran for a while, because it’s not easy—
not easy for me.
It’s a kind of acquired aesthetic,
not something natural,
but a carefully designed idealism.
Yet it isn’t part of my nature.
Still, I wanted to run.
Because when I run, it becomes a way of life.
When I run, it’s a color palette.
When I run, it’s a loud declaration.
When I run, it’s rebellion.
Yes—
I wanted to run, even though the sun had already set.
It had already set. You can’t catch it.
You chase it to the other side of the world,
and it seems to tell you:
"You don’t need to chase me."
Because your heart, like the sun,
is just as punctual, just as fair.
It distributes time fairly—
to every second, every millisecond, every minute, every ten minutes.
Even when it speeds up as you start to run,
your heart still remains fair.
Do I still want to run?
Yes, I do.
Because if I don’t run,
how can I feel my heart—its presence?
It’s as eternal as the sun itself.
If the sun never set,
how would I even know it existed?
So I still want to run.
I ran for a while—
a minute, ten minutes.
I told myself I could rest for a bit,
then run again.
When I run, it all becomes a movie.
And that, I call art.
11/10/2025
Sun is watching
the trade of hearts.
People belong to people, whispering
the parody of
what we could have shared.
You touch my heart,
wrapped with thistles and thorns.
A drop of blood,
sacrificed to the breeze,
and the fish smell from the deep dark water.
Fish, they don’t like the smell of blood.
Sun is watching.
Put on a show, young people.
You do what you have to do.
A moviemaker that never shows up.
‘Laugh till you cry,’ they say,
‘cry to the last drop of H2O in your body.’
Ethanol helps the process;
at least we know.
But, that was yesterday.
Today.
Temporarily closed.
I hope I’m never bored.
9/23/2022
women are the libraries.
that’s why they burn them,
like they have burned those books.
ashes build up the flesh thrown on the shore.
audacity that never shows.
I love my boy.
a natural mother
hide in the tomb,
numb,
but excavated brand new.
Oh, I am saved!
But my boy,
he’s in this for good.
9/28
if I ever want to
connect with you
would you be willing to
if everyone is a victim
then what’s the worse
can we feel
and vibrate with the universe
can we sit
and talk about your mind’s color
if you are not willing to
it’s ok
I am hearing your frequency
and what it plays
if you say I don’t care
then you are wrong
hello from the adzuki bean in you
is all I crave
9/30
Heart Exhibition
Everyone wants an exhibition for their heart,
but that’s not what a heart is for.
It’s for beating and justifying.
It’s for reminding you of your own soul wiggling in your body.
If you dissect your heart
and sell it
to the world,
they inlay an eye in it.
Then the heart can see.
Sometimes the eye gets infected,
you have to gouge it out,
use blood to heal it,
and put it back in glass box.
You thought they pay you good money,
but you got fooled.
How can you hold a n y t h i n g
when you drained off your pool.
10/5
Red
New vision kills the dragon.
The head
crucified at the red door
of a new nation.
And he standing right there
receding grey hair
dyed black
faking the life in everything.
Sacred words
to move the magic in people
spitting & hating.
All these turn to red.
When I see him
he smiles
with no white
in his eyes.
10/7
I’m in bed
wireless charger for humans
even moments from 2 weeks ago
make me spring up
I’m not afraid
I’m in bed
memory cannot catch me
as I create reality here
I destroy dreams
I’m in bed
10/12
How to rebel
Show your mercy
Create the bondings
Repeat
Erase all barriers
Aim for the top
Move the Crown make them fear
or
S C R E A M ! ! !
11/2
Hourglass
We strayed away from the start.
I tossed my only compass far and far.
Hologram of the dust casts shadow on memory.
We both reach until forget how to touch– We,
strayed away from the start.
10/14
I never mention your name
nor the way you rage
the fire in you goes off and on
make me know the nature of men’s flame
you never mention your father’s name
put the blame
on the womb
I offered the seed
thus you are mine
never really figure it out
but somehow
managed to thrive
built up a sealed mind
you may never revive
I never mention your name
yet no matter how I deny
you were a victim in the play
but if so
.
.
.
what am I
10/19
i feel the spirit,
radiant life
put on rings for remembering,
perfect punching weapon
constrain my movement,
drag me down, gravity reminds
that the other hand holding mine
and i feel it
the spirit, radiant life
10/21
May you return complete,
with the green at the center of your palm.
May you shed tears for the eternal wound of people.
May you remember the sigh of the nature.
May you never be stolen,
by the deceitful secretes of the world.
May you embrace the texture of the wind.
May you taste the sharpness but still hold it to your vein.
May you always dream
and by that
you never die.
10/26
Could you please stop
Stop being such a baby
the pink
I’m obsessed
I’m afraid I might break it
one day
so be gentle
or just
stop
because the world is not as kind
some people will mistake it for
weakness
innocence
vulnerability
or they are right
the soft point of human culture
uneducated
still hoping
I adore it
why so serious
when you are just a baby
show them everything, every part of you
the chance they hurt you is low
but to kill you
it’s so easy
cry baby cry
Waiting for Mother
she’s always late
So stop being such a baby
I can’t bear looking at
tears running in your eyes
it’s like you don’t have eyelids
didn’t even blink
when they poked your eyes
you just take it
take it all
is that the way you witness?
so calm
as a baby
never mad
i’m jealous
so could you please
please stop being a baby
11/4
Almost
I lied about my tears
not just sensitive eyes
but sensitive everything
hands too clumsy get sweaty easily
thermal sensitive
I told myself I can control my body
but that’s almost another lie
my body either die or has its own life
unreasonable, psychic, unacknowledged
break down when resonance too hard
Most of the time
I pretend I know what’s going on
Most of all
I pretend I’m satisfied
11/11
boil the ruby
splash it on the wood
imprint a shape of your cross on my heart
because missionary is your job
then say the words
curse my life
haunted by the color of the tears
because to cut the nerves sword is not as sharp
Y
my unborn child asked me the same question twice
then he stopped asking
he starts to laugh so hard
that I see my blood in his jumping blue vein
trying to escape
and he knows
something needs to get out
but how
he knows
something needs to get out
but how
because I saw you suffocating
on a bad weather day
10/28
Gleaner of Memory
bad milk
yellow of the yolk
big boy
haunted dinning hall
pink sky
baby sun glasses
sea breath
too sober for the show
vintage shop
happy birthday bear
your smile
one-side earring & pearl
11/9
Travel: Snapshot 1 of Society Camera
I notice
the shimmering
lace
black
lashes
when you witness
distant mountain
blushing
betrayed by the sun
holding the camera
praying for someone to know,
are your hands cold?
Observe: Snapshot 2 of Society Camera
The crazy woman,
lost college student,
she took off the red
then i realize
when people give death a new meaning
nobody dies naturally
instead
they are abandoned
not permitted to
die
seagull & cat
and living
the only beautiful thing
not judged by any beauty standard
freed themselves from the complex product of
time & sun & probabilities
they spatter themselves to the world
silently
slipping away from their bodies
and self-love
becomes the reason to roam around society
sometimes i feel homeless & loveless
and i’m worse
homeless people don’t try to find a home
but i try so hard
for the new meaning
Society Camera
Normalization: Snapshot 3 of Society Camera
time separates everything
15 years difference
i can’t recognize this land
those people
leftovers
of history
are the proof
hidden
dim light
borrowed sanity
they see
true me
: how can they laugh till choking
: there’s no one watching
Persuade This Generation: Snapshot 4 of Society Camera
a fraud
dangling keychain
fragments of memories
led lights
pink cig
nail scratches
looking for love
swallowed
pop music
by the city
in an indie movie
Smile: Snapshot 5 of Society Camera
when the sun is up
What do you lose,
forgotten rabbit trapped in my volcano
dolphin saying so long my friends
(can you imagine being a dolphin and you know you can get so much attention by just going close to the shore?)
What are you waiting for,
God's plan through my mouth
a curse or a bless
to upset you
I am incapable to mourn
don’t expect a n y t h i n g
but only
the attenuation of
r u s h
h u s h
f l u s h
surly
so trust in life
not one of u s.
对你的眼睛细语
在荆棘刺入之前
疯狂徘徊在
黑与白
比试击剑
最后沉溺在沐浴缸
才发现
泡沫也蛮疼
