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from “remember that we made this together — cherry wine”
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chapters of life continue to count
i change my names even as an adult
the end of those silly days
the beginning of these present ways
i changed my name again to feel okay.
each has its place to stay
and each one has something to say
the same person but divided by timeline
feel so different, they’re all strangers
but i’m stronger as i get older
if so, why do i now want to cry?
you killed my every name with all your mistakes.
a man who doesn’t know how to give but take
the end of blinded love era
once again i got a new name.
every broken piece is shaped as shame
and each one is yours.
my name now is cherry wine.
Apr 26
Apr 26, 2026 at 3:39 AM UTC
from “remember that we made this together — cherry wine”
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two sparrows came to my balcony today.
the speaker is playing a new album
from my favourite british artist.
i peek at the tiny strangers through the blinds.
it’s late october,
and i don’t wonder why
my hydrangeas haven’t bloomed.
it’s too gloomy here.
hoegaarden beer and apple sparkling vinegar,
and my writing language turns ******
because i can’t stand how unfair life is,
the lessons i never wanted to be taught,
and they’re stuck in my thoughts.
i shouldn’t have fought.
those fights were meaningless.
it was the stupidest thing to ever call you my god.
the weather is cooler.
winter is coming.
the anniversary you forgot,
and no one cares anymore.
sparrows, come again and take my sorrow away.
talk to me when no one does.
be with me when no one’s here.
he doesn’t deserve my love.
someone, please remove him from my head.
bring me out from my bed.
the past with him was tainted,
and those times were wasted.
i hate him.
a man with no words worth trusting.
i bet he just plays games each day,
and that is where his ego will decay one day.
sparrows, come again and take my sorrow away.
i’m here and pray for this to end.
come again and please stay.
even if i was away,
remember how i prayed.
two sparrows,
one for my sorrow,
one for my soul,
take them with you
when my body leaves this made-up truth.
take them with you,
take them with you,
two sparrows.
Apr 26
Apr 26, 2026 at 3:38 AM UTC
from “remember that we made this together — cherry wine”
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you’re too scared to be written by me.
shamelessly shaking at what you’ve done,
worried about how your story will be.
i once wrote us as romantic
as an english garden of roses and wildflowers,
forever spring and summer.
you were my hero
and more.
but it never satisfied you.
i was wrong to romanticise
the emotional crimes you committed.
the new edition has been edited,
and it’s full of messages.
love has been replaced
by truth,
by justice,
by hate.
enjoy your ripe fruit.
you know exactly
what you’ll lose.
Apr 26
Apr 26, 2026 at 3:37 AM UTC
from “remember that we made this together — cherry wine”
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citrusy apple as my shower gel,
hot water as always.
a lilac-scented towel,
warm glazed pumpkin on skin,
babylon papyrus, my new favourite perfume.
all black already dressed up.
blue moon hummed quietly since dawn,
on my way to the tomb
of a stranger i once knew.
dried leaves over the dead body,
cold eyes shut down from the game.
justice wrapped in white,
packed in pieces of wood
grown from a rotten mind.
for him i had no flower,
for him whom i struck.
it was a happy day,
though the sky was slightly grey.
farewell, dead stranger.
i wished you well
in somewhere worse than hell.
Apr 26
Apr 26, 2026 at 3:37 AM UTC
from “remember that we made this together — cherry wine”
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a red rose is still slowly blooming
in an old footage from my archive file,
hidden from everyone’s eyes
even i almost forgot.
now i wear a lace dress
stitched from prickles and self-harm threads,
with still no one to hold my hand.
the same songs are still playing,
and i’m still bad at singing.
but warm or cold, memories return.
they land on me like butterflies
or like vengeful fire.
and that wasn’t me.
i know who i’m to be.
but if that wasn’t me,
who am i to be?
and if that was me
did i want to be?
the rose is blooming,
and i’m bleeding.
the rose is gloomy,
and i’ll soon be free.
to be me.
who’s really me?
to be free.
who’s really free?
Apr 26
Apr 26, 2026 at 3:36 AM UTC
from “remember that we made this together — cherry wine”
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i was in a locked, tiny room
unfinished and empty,
nothing but walls, a ground, a ceiling.
it was colourless,
not even black, white, or grey.
the uncomfortable space
was roughly tailored for my death.
i wasn’t sure if my eyes were closed or open
as i swallowed all the furniture in.
in the fear of missing you,
i was still missing you.
in the fear of hurting you,
you were still hurting me.
instead of our wedding room…
i didn’t know how i ended up in this lonely tomb.
gloom was the killer.
he never wanted to make it better.
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Apr 26
Apr 26, 2026 at 3:35 AM UTC
from “remember that we made this together — cherry wine”
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on a pavement
in the capital city of a developing country,
wearing black trainers,
i slowly walked behind a stranger
a middle aged man with something *****
weighing on his left shoulder.
i observed it along the way,
gathering my fragile self together,
wondering whether to tell him,
or let his touch do its duty.
it was the produce
of wasted creatures’ bodies.
i wondered when it happened
perhaps while he was wandering in the park
without his wife alive.
it was a strange day in autumn.
the air was fresh
because of death
and its injustice,
brought too soon
by human cruelty.
dedication and devotion
had given him no fruition
only silent frustration.
it was the reality
of wrong admiration,
inherited from generations,
generating heavy dirtiness
on this stranger’s left shoulder.
my mouth didn’t move.
there was a ton of glue,
tasting like my ex’s unhealthy ***
i swallowed some,
but there was more to go,
the personal, ***** truth
from his left shoulder to mine.
Apr 26
Apr 26, 2026 at 3:34 AM UTC
from “remember that we made this together — cherry wine”
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wounded victims
of war’s consequences
innocent lives are burdened.
is peace only an abstraction,
the art of tactic deconstruction?
they’re always forgotten,
those names once mentioned.
how did you become their tool,
ruling a cold world beneath their toes?
your shoes, i polish.
your dreams, i cherish.
yet your bullets lie buried in me
is this my royalty fee?
i’m still breathing, but not living.
it hurts to see the circle still running.
i still hear gunning and bombing
those screams are whose to redeem?
if peace isn’t only an abstraction,
give me recognition,
i’m still breathing
but not really living.
Apr 26
Apr 26, 2026 at 3:33 AM UTC
from “remember that we made this together — cherry wine”
.
it’s so big and long,
but is it enough
for everyone
whose ego stretches wider
than the grand canyon?
black or white,
asian or western,
race, gender,
humans are humans.
and yes,
we’re flawed by nature,
but we don’t have to be
this proudly cruel.
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put it in the mouths
of those who turn peace into lies,
or put it in mine,
for refusing this obedient life.
i’d rather die with belief
than live dressed in shame.
i choose being human
over breathing like evil.
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schools promise better adults,
but raise parents
trained to repeat abuse
in a world with no mercy,
no empathy.
how lovely.
tell governments to count the bodies.
tell soldiers blind obedience
is not innocence.
how lucky i am
to love someone
who supports this.
go to hell, bebe.
it’s disgusting.
put it in their mouths,
and his.
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where do love
and peace
actually belong?
Apr 26
Apr 26, 2026 at 3:32 AM UTC
from “remember that we made this together — cherry wine”
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i’m just an ordinary person,
looking for peace and sincerity
in a society where cruelty
is already normal.
adults plant hate,
raising their kids
to dehumanise their friends.
consequently, empathy dies,
and violence becomes breathing.
i had an ex.
he was a nationalist, a racist,
and every time i saw him spreading hate,
i ended up carrying it inside myself.
i became the mirror
of what he said.
he even named his email
by pasting “hate”
onto a country
and its leader’s name.
how do you explain anything
to someone blind at heart
and deaf to logic?
they don’t give a ****
they believe what they know
is absolute truth,
never realising
there are other ways
to loosen the strings,
to choose paths
where nobody loses.
but the mirror cracked,
and i shattered with it.
pieces of me fell away
and he didn’t see any of them.
violence kept breathing.
and i still kept dreaming
a better world would come one day.
Apr 26
Apr 26, 2026 at 3:31 AM UTC