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NK 5d
It’s hard to make sense of the noise.
There are just some places
That makes it hard to exist, to breathe.
And the world feels too close.

I’m haunted by the thought
Of forgetting everyone’s smile.
Some moments just feel blurred,
Especially when it all feels too much.

But between the chaos,
There are glimpses of something softer.

A smile,
a second that could slip away,
But not quite.

A moment
Trying to forge itself in my head,
In a hope to be remembered.
That day, I have experienced a series of bad moments. I'm glad I was able to use my camera, it turned my day around.  I couldn't capture the way I wanted, I thought I wasted a lot of time and made my friends exhausted for posing. But when I went back to look at it, it was all blurred, I captured a second of their truest smiles. Writing this poem felt that I shouldn't let the bad things in my day cloud my life, because between those moments, there are smiles that at least lasted for a second, and I shouldn't take that for granted.
NK 6d
oh September,
my September.

it’s that time again where my world is filled with the color orange.
the times I see the world in a vibrant hue through the youthful lenses of my eyes.
I carry the warmest smiles, though at times it’s only superficial.
yet, this year, I chose my color to be grey.
for no particular reason.
I think I’m growing fond of everything in between:
of nothing too scarce or nothing too much.

then I saw you.
you, who is the color orange.
what an odd thing to say.
i don’t like orange.

well, i think you're more of a grey than any other color.
you stand out and, at the same time, you don’t.
I got curious and maybe stared for a little too long.
then I saw it, orange.

oh september,
my september.

hi.
your smile is warm.
what makes you smile?

hi.
your eyes are sweet.
like freshly picked tangerines.

will I ever get the chance to see your world?
even if it’s just a page.
how does the sunset look when it’s reflected in your eyes?
is it lovely?

oh september,
my september.

it’s autumn somewhere.
my favourite season.
it’s such a shame there’s nothing like that in here.
I always long for autumn.

here, it’s always the rainy season, if not summer.
but my heart wonders how autumn feels.
then I saw you, by the window, and ****** that sun for shining too bright.

you, my autumn.
another beginning for my yearly bittersweet melancholy.
that hint of orange in your presence is enough for me to know,
even in my world of greys, my autumn will always come.

oh september,
my september.

everything and everyone is moving.
too quick, too fast, too much.
grey.

yet, you, my orange,
where do you look in world of greys?
what color catches your eyes?
is it pink? is it blue?
what is my hue to you?

oh september,
my september.

time is running out.
will I even get a chance to hear you speak my name across the room?
or will winter come, leaving you, my autumn?

the change is too quick.
you’ll just slip past by this chapter.
still, I want you to linger for a little longer
even if we remain strangers.

oh september,
My September.

there’s something missing in everything that I wrote.
my incomplete words are no better than strangers.
only I could fill in those blanks that you left unwritten.

after all, I was the only one in this love that is unrequited.
the only one who keeps on loving in autumn.
a love that doesn’t exist in your world.
NK Mar 16
My soul is dying
It's dying
I can hear it
It's crying

It's light is fading
It's being swallowed
By the dark
I plead

I yearn to find words
That truly belongs to me
I pressed my palm
Through the surface of my skin

Through my bones
And into my heart
Haunted by the fear
Of the nothingness inside

I bore my nails
Unearthing my flesh
Crying as I touched the mist
It's a hollow space, nothing left

I know there's something there
It's not missing, it's lost
I can feel its presence
It's calling me there

It's begging to be heard
It screams its struggles
Only for it to reach a void

I think
I've gone deaf
To my own voice
I can't hear my own truest words anymore. I can't describe how I feel. I'm looking for ways to tell these silent cries, but no words can't make me understand how I feel. Maybe I've gone deaf to my own voice, and that scares me.
NK Mar 16
Take me to the movies
Tell me something you mean
Give me something I can cry about
Give me something I can feel

I've been miserable
My heart's been impaired
My mind's enraged
As if I would break

But these tears
It won't come out
Because I'm afraid
Please, let me cry
I think I was taught unconsciously to ignore my feelings. Especially the little stuff that would make me upset. But lately, these little upsetting moments keep pilling up, but I can't cry, because somehow it's too trivial. I want to find a big enough of an excuse so tears can fall down my eyes. Like movies, something touching  or scary. But I think I'm afraid showing vulnerability.

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