ashleyhsinyi - Hello Poetry

四面楚歌中的失眠沒想到遇見了妳妳穿越了六小時時差與我大談戰場上的刀光劍影與英雄豪情當然還有那些大時代下的兒女情長誒既然如此我要為妳也為我自己唱一曲楚歌啊送這艷夏的光陰流年送這一切紛擾送這段開了眼並再也回不去的時光從此都是一個新的自己了已向舊式的自己道別我將她留在烏江畔因我再也無法帶走她我的頭顱已懸于快馬正馳往漢王的大營了對吧馬童你是我的故人啊我將王侯的封賞贈與你願你世代安好願你不要忘了我們那遙遠的江東的故鄉

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Sep 12, 2014

Sep 12, 2014 at 9:41 PM UTC

ashleyhsinyi

夏季結束前給克莉莎金

四面楚歌中的失眠沒想到遇見了妳妳穿越了六小時時差與我大談戰場上的刀光劍影與英雄豪情當然還有那些大時代下的兒女情長誒既然如此我要為妳也為我自己唱一曲楚歌啊送這艷夏的光陰流年送這一切紛擾送這段開了眼並再也回不去的時光從此都是一個新的自己了已向舊式的自己道別我將她留在烏江畔因我再也無法帶走她我的頭顱已懸于快馬正馳往漢王的大營了對吧馬童你是我的故人啊我將王侯的封賞贈與你願你世代安好願你不要忘了我們那遙遠的江東的故鄉

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Like the cycle of waves, People come and people go. We met. We laughed. Then we're good to go. We part. We're dancing in a circle. Circle round and around and around till the day we die, alone, as the way we came to this world.

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Sep 11, 2014

Sep 11, 2014 at 11:34 AM UTC

ashleyhsinyi

An Elegy to What's Already Lost (Those who see this too clearly are the ones that cannot be bonded.)

Like the cycle of waves, People come and people go. We met. We laughed. Then we're good to go. We part. We're dancing in a circle. Circle round and around and around till the day we die, alone, as the way we came to this world.

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She hates rainy day. The cold and the damp have the power of making her gloomy. “What gloom,” she tries to brighten her mood by mimicking Sal Paradise, “Aye, what gloom.” And then she becomes really down. She doesn’t know why rainy days have this kind of effect on her. Maybe it’s the cold; maybe it’s the damp; maybe it’s the sounds of raindrops on rooftops and umbrellas. Or maybe, just maybe, the sight of rain falling and pouring reminds her of tears… “It’s as if the sky is weeping.” Then she weeps also. She tries to ignore, to suppress, to **** the longing in her heart. She longs for the sun, for the warmth and the light. But the rain just keeps on falling, and she knows that she can’t do anything about it. Aye, what gloom; what gloom. She hates rainy day.

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Sep 11, 2014

Sep 11, 2014 at 11:28 AM UTC

ashleyhsinyi

She hates rainy day

She hates rainy day. The cold and the damp have the power of making her gloomy. “What gloom,” she tries to brighten her mood by mimicking Sal Paradise, “Aye, what gloom.” And then she becomes really down. She doesn’t know why rainy days have this kind of effect on her. Maybe it’s the cold; maybe it’s the damp; maybe it’s the sounds of raindrops on rooftops and umbrellas. Or maybe, just maybe, the sight of rain falling and pouring reminds her of tears… “It’s as if the sky is weeping.” Then she weeps also. She tries to ignore, to suppress, to **** the longing in her heart. She longs for the sun, for the warmth and the light. But the rain just keeps on falling, and she knows that she can’t do anything about it. Aye, what gloom; what gloom. She hates rainy day.

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我們都是星塵聚散的產物。「看，那些隨機的遇合、星軌的趨近與遠離，和碰撞而生的火花，不是很美嗎？」你說。「而我們正來自那兒。」我沒有回答。該怎麼解釋，在你所指出的光亮中，我看見的，永遠是這樣一堵斑駁的牆?當你醉飲生命的果實，並為之欣喜時，我該如何解釋，我眼前出現的，是事過境遷後的虛無？或許我是時間的罪人，將人世聚散看得清楚。但，說到底，我－我們－也都只是凡人，是星塵的灰燼，賴以生存的是群星碰撞後的一點溫熱。即便它們轉瞬即逝。我們在時間布下的迷障中，摸索前行，並貪戀過程中所有細瑣的美好。我們沒有永遠，手中僅有的，是片刻的歡愉。而這微小的資產，總是輕輕地、風一般散去。但，相較於迷障盡頭等待著我們的荒蕪，被遺忘是更為可怖的選項。凡人沒有永遠，只能盡全力去碰撞。並期待這動能所激發的微弱火光，能夠被譜成一首歌、一篇長詩，被後世傳唱。我們沒有永遠，我們只能如此盼望。

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Sep 9, 2014

Sep 9, 2014 at 11:36 PM UTC

ashleyhsinyi

我們都是星塵聚散的產物

我們都是星塵聚散的產物。「看，那些隨機的遇合、星軌的趨近與遠離，和碰撞而生的火花，不是很美嗎？」你說。「而我們正來自那兒。」我沒有回答。該怎麼解釋，在你所指出的光亮中，我看見的，永遠是這樣一堵斑駁的牆?當你醉飲生命的果實，並為之欣喜時，我該如何解釋，我眼前出現的，是事過境遷後的虛無？或許我是時間的罪人，將人世聚散看得清楚。但，說到底，我－我們－也都只是凡人，是星塵的灰燼，賴以生存的是群星碰撞後的一點溫熱。即便它們轉瞬即逝。我們在時間布下的迷障中，摸索前行，並貪戀過程中所有細瑣的美好。我們沒有永遠，手中僅有的，是片刻的歡愉。而這微小的資產，總是輕輕地、風一般散去。但，相較於迷障盡頭等待著我們的荒蕪，被遺忘是更為可怖的選項。凡人沒有永遠，只能盡全力去碰撞。並期待這動能所激發的微弱火光，能夠被譜成一首歌、一篇長詩，被後世傳唱。我們沒有永遠，我們只能如此盼望。

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Stars, cease your light. Hide your brightness, From my suffering eyes. Burning delirium, Savoring bittersweet delight, I said onto myself that This is no delusion, But daydreaming Of the whispering ghosts In my mind, Of all the shadows moving Across the sky, and Of my waning pride.

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Sep 9, 2014

Sep 9, 2014 at 11:32 PM UTC

ashleyhsinyi

untitled #10

Stars, cease your light. Hide your brightness, From my suffering eyes. Burning delirium, Savoring bittersweet delight, I said onto myself that This is no delusion, But daydreaming Of the whispering ghosts In my mind, Of all the shadows moving Across the sky, and Of my waning pride.

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