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Nameless One Oct 2015
“Dad, will you buy me a chocolate?”
Such disappointment on his face.
Or was it despair?
“Not ‘till you eat all the jam that mom made.”
And so I did.
Every day.
But the jam just wouldn’t go away

“Mom, why do we eat the same meal every day?”
“So the food doesn’t go to waste,
now have some of this humanitarian aid.
It’s not expired,
don’t be afraid.”

But no one ever dared to say that
My first chocolate was years away.
I am sorry if my chocolate question
caused any pain.
Didn't have my first chocolate until I was 5-6, because of the ongoing war in my country back then. This chocolate question is one of my earliest memories. I still remember my father's face when I asked that, and it almost makes me hate myself I ever asked that question.
Nameless One Sep 2015
They sit in a corner.
And stare at me.
I ignore them -
It's a little game we play.

Change the world
Cause, oh boy, I'm okay!

They still sit there.
I ignore them.
It's a game we play.

Blinking in the dark
A reminder:
"We're not going anywhere!" :)

Poor thing, run to me!
I'll know what to say.

It's a game I play! -
I will comfort you
just to trick myself.
Dealing with other people's problems so I don't have to deal with mine.
Nameless One Jul 2015
Reflection of everything i'm not:
tall, confident, strong, yet graceful and simple,
Walking side by side with me, in perfect harmony.

Her size and shape change now and then
But then i tiptoe!  
She has to look taller! Stronger!

Unlike me,  She never wonders
If nothing was blocking the light,
Would masks slowly disappear like shadows?
Nameless One Jan 2015
I wish I could
Feel your hands in my hair
Your breath on my neck
Your skin on mine
Taste your lips
Your tongue
Your saliva
Indulge in every single part of your body in the most selfish way possible
Nameless One Jan 2015
For the scarred
and whithered Tree
quietly I hum the tune.
Gone in flames
to console those homeless two;
thus unveiling its true beauty
and all the sadness
of this world.

For the selfish and the shallow,
for my
Every
Human
Fellow
quietly I say a prayer.
Nameless One Jun 2014
I write now and then,
mostly when i'm drunk.

Mostly I think of you.

I come back to check my grammar.
The dumbest thing ever,
with these feelings taking over...

I know i miss you,
and i think i love u
with this English language keyboard.
To the most perfect man I ever met, cause he luckily had no chance to ruin that image of himself. Love ya, dude
Nameless One Dec 2013
All that is left in her hands
Is a cup of Chammomile tea
diluted with tears
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