Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Poetry 2020complete | Page 100

got more people than houses
got more mouths than bread
(but hey, at least there’s also plenty of
technological advancements
and innovative developments!)
friend, you told me once that the
people here live solely for a tomorrow
that they don’t know is going to come or not.
knowing you, i suppose you'll keep running
even if the brick pavement leads nowhere
even if you don't know what you're chasing after
still, i don't think it'll be a waste
all you wanted was a taste
of a future, of possibilities, of hope.
everything looks gentler in the daylight
and it’s still the morning.
the sky is still going to get brighter
you still have a long way to go.
iv.
dear friend,
you wrote and said you have never
felt so lonely in such a crowded street.
friend, don’t you know that all roses have thorns?
and this rose never gives you anything without
expecting something in return
you have always been a girl
hungry for kisses from skyscrapers
you let their metallic edges
cut into you until you
bleed until you
ache until
you don't
(i think numb is the worst thing anyone can be)
this city has sharp teeth, lips cruel as knife
ask her what she wants from you.
(everything)
ask for her permission to breathe.
(she would refuse)
tell her you would rather pour gasoline down
your throat than let this city choke you to death.
tell me, do you still feel like the lucky one?
what honour, to be part of
a land where cold blood runs
in their veins to keep them warm
'i will eat you up in cold blood
cut you down in cold blood'
he sings but you, with