Khmer Voice

My tears keep falling the knife keeps calling to much pain i feel like my life is one big game i hate every minute of it all because i always find myself feeling like shit my heart is being broken with every word you say so every day here i lay not knowing what to expect in the darkness you crept there never seems to be a minute you dont make me hurt when you say me and cody flirt you just make me hurt with every stupid loe you make that much more of me want to die and every tear i cry that much more i hate you for all the crazy things you make me do
By; Casey Pool

An article was written by the power of an imagination of a reality, stemming from the confidence and trust in a true love?cby the author.

?gMy dear, if you married that guy, you would have had a good future thanks to his richness of every thing,?h said parents.

Hundreds of smiling has been intentionally expressed to beg her smiling back; thousands of softly emailing has been sent out to make her feeling relief; millions of comfort wording has been spoken out to console and encourage her; yet she found very difficult to get rid of a sanction unfairly and unobjectionably imposed on her life. Such an unjust sanction caused her and some Khmer women fall into a hole of sadness, regret, and disappointment, and consequently they assumed their loves were ending. She has no more hope in her life; she does not know which way she should step further; she finds no reason to continue her walk of life; and she finally supposed her life was ending. I do not know exactly the reasons for the imposition of the said sanction on her and others, but I learnt some roots, even not much, digging out a hole of unhappiness, and burying a desirable happiness in another hole.  Read more... (1154 words, estimated 4:37 mins reading time)

Now I stand toward you holding my head up,
Hopping that you will give me
The respect that I deserve,
You said you want respect
Without realizing you haven’t earn it.

Ask with respect
And vile should not come out of my mouth,
The negativity within your deepest soul
Creates a black hole
This sucks in the well being within your heart.

Ashamed you should be,
Not giving your elders the respect
You owed them,
But ignorant that you are,
You do it with pride.

THE MISERY

I am so tired today. I am tired because I saw so many things insane. It passed through my eyes and made me think a lot to find the reason. I was sitting down the river in front of Royal Palace. The rubbish was everywhere. There were so many plastic bag and bottles of water floating in the river. And people were continuing to through the rubbish from their hands without thinking if they could keep it and put into a rubbish bin. Only the rubbish they don’t know how to manage it, how could they build this country?

There are so many beggars walking around. When I looked at them, I felt so sad. I couldn’t find the right words to say. I gave them some many and I left. I don’t want to see them abandoned like this. They should be treated in a place where they can find food. They should be kept in a place where they can a bed to sleep. Anyway they are the misery like me and other misery people in Cambodia. There’s no paradise for the misery.  Read more... (1458 words, estimated 5:50 mins reading time)

Washing through the river
Is a land that’s full of life
Its spirits and warriors
Are a prideful sight to see

Standing on the bank
Of the old fishermen town
A flower is blooming
On the distant moving land

Wishing all along
To be a warrior on that land
Stand here, waiting by myself
I wonder where my life will go

Stand here, waiting by myself
I wonder where my life will go

-WinterFall: Dedicated to the lonely and the lost.

I am from incense lit rooms
and watching cartoons
i got numchuck powers
and i’ll smack you across the back like boom
my uncles cotton belts from karate and kung foo
and trophies posted in my living room
a self defensive family is where I’m from
i am from “come here you little one!” and “comeback inside the house!”
yay’s yelling some
while the weapons hidden behind the couch
I am from steamy sticky rice sitting in bamboo
while the papaya salad is calling my name and the broiled squid is too
fish sauce and soy sauce and (thai) chilli peppers
as long as its hot n spicy then its all coo
i am from my uncles passion to fight
to my dads words of wisdon
from my moms yelings all night
and not going to bed till yay’s lullabys are done
i am from a khmer family whose empire has just begun
starting out with eight now up to fourteen but lost one
its all good tho cause theres still more to come
this is where im from.