jeremykuan - Hello Poetry

Follow your dreams Is what we're told. Burst at the seams Let creativity flow. But on the safe path We tend to go. For it would be daft To perform at shows. They sparked quite a fire Then quenched our appetite. Our dreams, they expired They were scared off in a fright. You might not know That you even have a dream. Our hunt for dough Has become so extreme. Engineering or law Your dream might very well be. But when you strip down to raw Is that who you see? A dream is crazy A dream takes chances A dream makes sacrifices A dream is subconscious Some say dreams are impossible Some say your dreams are impossible But to me A dream is a part of you That once removed Makes you, not you So find your dream And make it happen. Hard it may seem Just do it with passion.

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Oct 12, 2017

Oct 12, 2017 at 6:27 AM UTC

jeremykuan

Dream(er)s

Follow your dreams Is what we're told. Burst at the seams Let creativity flow. But on the safe path We tend to go. For it would be daft To perform at shows. They sparked quite a fire Then quenched our appetite. Our dreams, they expired They were scared off in a fright. You might not know That you even have a dream. Our hunt for dough Has become so extreme. Engineering or law Your dream might very well be. But when you strip down to raw Is that who you see? A dream is crazy A dream takes chances A dream makes sacrifices A dream is subconscious Some say dreams are impossible Some say your dreams are impossible But to me A dream is a part of you That once removed Makes you, not you So find your dream And make it happen. Hard it may seem Just do it with passion.

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the brink of adulthood on the precipice you stood staring into the unknown ready to leap armed with a plan we will not reach its end but it’ll set us off towards a fate we couldn’t foresee the feeling of excitement with a slight bit of caution can you hear the distant sound of the drums beating to the rhythm of your new life? we think it’s a choice that we have a voice it’s our decision to step into this brave new world is it really though? or are we just following the flow? the cards dealt out to us did they sing the last note before the song began? there are a million choices opinions from infinite voices yet you chose this one or maybe destiny chose it for you “I could have turned left or played it close to the chest” but the gravity was always pulling you did you really have a choice? we were all put on this road set to this mode and we’re all doing it, accepting it it isn’t that bad

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Sep 28, 2017

Sep 28, 2017 at 8:52 AM UTC

jeremykuan

what lies ahead

the brink of adulthood on the precipice you stood staring into the unknown ready to leap armed with a plan we will not reach its end but it’ll set us off towards a fate we couldn’t foresee the feeling of excitement with a slight bit of caution can you hear the distant sound of the drums beating to the rhythm of your new life? we think it’s a choice that we have a voice it’s our decision to step into this brave new world is it really though? or are we just following the flow? the cards dealt out to us did they sing the last note before the song began? there are a million choices opinions from infinite voices yet you chose this one or maybe destiny chose it for you “I could have turned left or played it close to the chest” but the gravity was always pulling you did you really have a choice? we were all put on this road set to this mode and we’re all doing it, accepting it it isn’t that bad

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A crush arrives like a crush at first in the literal sense It surprises you and tackles you like a wild animal But the word really doesn’t represent it completely in the fullest way Because when a tree falls on you it hurts with a sharp pain When you are the one falling for someone it’s a dull throbbing desire While a tree can be easily removed a crush you can only wish for its departure Then again, you don’t actually want it to leave.

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Sep 27, 2017

Sep 27, 2017 at 9:05 AM UTC

jeremykuan

Crush

A crush arrives like a crush at first in the literal sense It surprises you and tackles you like a wild animal But the word really doesn’t represent it completely in the fullest way Because when a tree falls on you it hurts with a sharp pain When you are the one falling for someone it’s a dull throbbing desire While a tree can be easily removed a crush you can only wish for its departure Then again, you don’t actually want it to leave.

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magic. when I was a boy there was magic when I was a boy we were wizards. the pow'r in our fingers to build and destroy fearless hearts able to experience pure joy. no darkness no pain no sorrow no hate no problem too big that spells couldn't fix. our magic distinct like personalities unique but they belonged to us it’s what made us tick. as age caught up and minds ‘matured’ we decided to leave a new narrative we weaved. now don’t get me wrong it was not our intent it crept up so slowly eating at our bodies. engrossed with our work caught up in our lives we forgot to take a moment to dream. before long the people around me lost hope they could not find a way to cope. “Look for the magic!” I said, “Grow up, magic was fake, it can’t help me” they replied. I pleaded with them I said you must try but it was no use they had closed their eyes. the feeling of joy the wonder of flight to have no fear to soar to great heights. given away disposed like a toy the thing they say separates man from boy. hope, joy fun, innocence friends, trust peace, self-confidence imagination. these are some names of the magic we lost but was it really worth the cost? my friend it’s ok if you find you forget it isn’t too late to bring it all back. so what is your spell the stuff in your dreams are you willing to find it though hard it may seem?

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Sep 21, 2017

Sep 21, 2017 at 5:14 AM UTC

jeremykuan

When I Was A Boy

magic. when I was a boy there was magic when I was a boy we were wizards. the pow'r in our fingers to build and destroy fearless hearts able to experience pure joy. no darkness no pain no sorrow no hate no problem too big that spells couldn't fix. our magic distinct like personalities unique but they belonged to us it’s what made us tick. as age caught up and minds ‘matured’ we decided to leave a new narrative we weaved. now don’t get me wrong it was not our intent it crept up so slowly eating at our bodies. engrossed with our work caught up in our lives we forgot to take a moment to dream. before long the people around me lost hope they could not find a way to cope. “Look for the magic!” I said, “Grow up, magic was fake, it can’t help me” they replied. I pleaded with them I said you must try but it was no use they had closed their eyes. the feeling of joy the wonder of flight to have no fear to soar to great heights. given away disposed like a toy the thing they say separates man from boy. hope, joy fun, innocence friends, trust peace, self-confidence imagination. these are some names of the magic we lost but was it really worth the cost? my friend it’s ok if you find you forget it isn’t too late to bring it all back. so what is your spell the stuff in your dreams are you willing to find it though hard it may seem?

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That moment when you see her for the hundredth time like it’s the very first time That moment when you stare at her lips and wish that they were touching yours That moment when you find yourself speechless and unworthy standing in the presence of this angel That moment when you remember she was always there for you and saved you from yourself That moment when you realise you need her too much you can’t risk losing her friendship That moment when you know she’s too perfect so you can never have her That moment when your shoulders are nearly touching but you have to pull away It all happened in an instant I wish my eyes were never opened

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Sep 18, 2017

Sep 18, 2017 at 3:59 AM UTC

jeremykuan

That Moment

That moment when you see her for the hundredth time like it’s the very first time That moment when you stare at her lips and wish that they were touching yours That moment when you find yourself speechless and unworthy standing in the presence of this angel That moment when you remember she was always there for you and saved you from yourself That moment when you realise you need her too much you can’t risk losing her friendship That moment when you know she’s too perfect so you can never have her That moment when your shoulders are nearly touching but you have to pull away It all happened in an instant I wish my eyes were never opened

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A ******* **** A self-centred ***** A ranting bore, An attention ***** A pious saint, An animal without restraint. A silent glare, An uncomfortable stare. To each person and every individual I am nothing but a different angle You might see me as one of the above but all of these just fit me like a glove. That can be removed when I need to be approved. Which one of these is truly me? Am I nothing but a hollow shell? I tell myself these are just parts I portray but in the process have I lost me Who am I. Or maybe I know who I am deep inside. Dare I find me?

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Sep 11, 2017

Sep 11, 2017 at 10:04 PM UTC

jeremykuan

Who Am I

A ******* **** A self-centred ***** A ranting bore, An attention ***** A pious saint, An animal without restraint. A silent glare, An uncomfortable stare. To each person and every individual I am nothing but a different angle You might see me as one of the above but all of these just fit me like a glove. That can be removed when I need to be approved. Which one of these is truly me? Am I nothing but a hollow shell? I tell myself these are just parts I portray but in the process have I lost me Who am I. Or maybe I know who I am deep inside. Dare I find me?

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