All Poems by TJ Ho

19 poems

Days of Young and Free

On Tuesday the river leaves itself and decides to become a road In my car I paddle down the alleys

Waves

hold me tight the night will be long and we will get along for this moment

I'll be yours when the fish flies

I’ll be yours when the fish flies then and only then for a brief moment briefer than this breath

Voyager

The ship hums a tired melody something between loneliness and jazz I sink into the chair, eyes half shut

Water on Stone

the light comes thin through curtains I forget who I was For as long as a breath

Killing time

Whoever dares to hurt you, I’ll kill him I told ma When I was a baby

A Bright Summer Day

she waited for him in the pool on a bright summer day waiting for him to show up with a slushy in his hand

I move a brick from point A to point B

I move a brick from point A to Point B After work, I feed on a meal and stop feeling pain I sleep more than 8 hours every night

In the Heart of the Ocean

In the heart of the ocean on the raft floated just the two of us

I don't wanna feel.

we grow up our feelings grow down in our tender years, everything felt so large, significant

You

your romance is a weapon, miss do not wield it, without knowing its strength some can put on a wall of makeup to no avail

Japanese Garden

on the desk, the girl sleeps She is dreaming of a japanese garden

Who do you see when you look at me?

'who do you see when you look at me?' she asked me before we parted, her big, oval eyes staring into mine: 'will you ever forget about her

In the nick of time

in the nick of time you appeared before me before i can grow out my mustache

I'm taking you out

"I’m taking you out," she points a gun to my head I raised my arms for protection.

Will you remember me when we are gone?

at the end of the song, she looked back and ask me: will you remember me when we are gone?

Airport Bar

at the airport bar waiting for something to happen somewhere to go

This is what the ocean sounds like.

'this is what the ocean sounds like' the boy knelt before me and picked up a seashell he put the seashell by his ears and gasped in excitement

Whatever happens, happens

‘whatever happens, happens’ she used to say ‘on sunday mornings i go downstairs sit in the sun and drink milk