“There are lights at the top of the stairs, its beautiful.
Apartments tall, stacking, stacking many lives inside.

I walked passed many churches and cathedrals tonight.
Passed many bodies on the ground resting.
No chalk tracing their bodies.

I can’t stuff them between walls without effort.

I will trace these bodies by their root
by confronting the life still inside.

Sacred destiny.  Shall we sing from our reverberating walls,
shall we provide a way to shelter with some light,
Raising our efforts to more chances
in one life”

-Daily Poetry by Charlyne Yi

“San Francisco. All the buildings are touching, it makes the power plant rather lonely.” -Daily Poetry by Charlyne Yi

“To my sunken heart,

I lost you somewhere walking in San Francisco today.
An old woman hunched over climbed the hunched over hills,
and I passed her by twice. It made me circle thoughts of how quickly
life is passing by, my body will one day feel as heavy as hers.

Walking towards the sun, a man with a chunk of his neck missing, covered in scabs and sores yelled at me, consumed by something dizzing his face and walk, “Don’t you wish this wasn’t the truth?”

A man spat all over the streets “Fuck that gay motherfucker” unrelated to the first man.

Immediately followed by, “It’s nice today” a couple commenting on the weather.

Sometimes feeling the world hurts.

Heart, wherever you sunk, come back up soon.”

-Daily Poetry by Charlyne Yi

“There are plenty of people on the land” -Fish to his broken hearted son

“I don’t like putting labels on things. So it takes me exactly one hour to find which of the 50 opaque jars in my refrigerator is the mustard.  PS. Yes.  I keep my mustard in a jar” -Daily Poetry by Charlyne Yi

“We just met, but I loved you as soon as yesterday” -Daily Poetry by Charlyne Yi

“I planted some seeds in your nose, so you always have time to smell the flowers, as long as you choose to breathe (I also sealed the passage to your mouth, so you have no choice other than to breathe through your nose)” -Daily Poetry by Charlyne Yi

“There are rocks in your gums, and you call them teeth,
never polished them none, so you let
your talking piece rot.  Never cared much
for good-looking crescent expressions
or unlocking your talking box. One day
you’ll care to talk, one day you’ll take care
to talk” -Daily Poetry by Charlyne Yi