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31.5k · Jul 2015
Internet War
Hailey Ngo Jul 2015
Internet War
I look online
at this virtual world
we all live in today.
And I find a hidden war
that never seems to end.
Cruel words hidden as bombs.
Barbaric comments hidden as guns.
As I walk through this torn battlefield,
with blood spilled everywhere,
I find not a single page
with peace instead of war.
People seem to become so mean
just because it isn't face to face.
People turn into monsters,
monsters that bite and ****.
It's like people seem to think
their words have no impact,
their message is just a joke.
But this war on the Internet
is more real than before.
There are crying people,
bullied people,
who catch these bullets
that people have sent,
and decide that maybe life isn't worth living anymore.
There are wounded people,
wanting for just some love,
only to find hate and anger
written wherever they go
in this Internet war today.
This war may be virtual,
but it's real and alive
even as we speak.
Some people wonder why
suicides are so often.
Some people wonder why
teens are becoming so depressed.
All they have to do is open
their computer and their minds
to this Internet war we have today.
#war #hate #depressed #cyberbullying #internet
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5.6k · Jul 2015
The Scream
Hailey Ngo Jul 2015
The Scream
The world melts around him,
bleeding into swirls of hot, dripping colors.
He opens his mouth
into a silent scream.

His hands squeeze his head,
as he tries to block out the apocalypse.
He is standing on a bridge
as the world collapses around him.
He is holding his head
to keep the world he knows upright.

But it is futile.
The sky is falling, his world swallows him.
He is struggling to hold on
as he screams his silent scream,
as two figures in black behind him look on calmly.

They are ready for this.
They are prepared.
They just stand there waiting.
As the sky explodes.
As the man is screaming.
As the colors melt
into sticky goo.
They just stand there waiting.
Ekphrastic Poem based off of the painting "The Scream" by Edvard Munch
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2.0k · Jul 2015
It's Like
Hailey Ngo Jul 2015
It's Like
It's like
the people of the world
are strangers to each other.
Pass by and you'll find
no wave, no smile, no hello.

They've got their hands full.
With their phones and their antisocial,
with their earphones that clog their ears,
blocking them from the world.
Just the way they like it.
With their makeup,
covering everything about them.
Even their smile,
even their eyes that once connected,
even their face they no longer want seen.

They got no time for others.
They spend all their days with their robots.
They got no time for interaction,
unless it's the kind with the Internet.

It's like
every stranger in this world
forgot how to be social,
how to be friendly,
how to be kind,
how to be human.
#depressing #strangers #technology #antisocial
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1.7k · Jul 2015
Rush Hour
Hailey Ngo Jul 2015
Rush Hour
Everybody's rushing around
with one eye on where they're going
and one eye on their phones.

Everybody's got something to do.
Something to rush to.
Something to complete.

Everybody's got limited time
to do all they want to do,
so they rush through all of it
only to find
it feels like they haven't done anything
at all.
Because once you put a time limit on something,
once you rush through something fast,
you'll never enjoy it
as much as you would
if you just stopped
to think,
to really notice,
how short life is,
and how precious it can be,
if you just took the time
to do it slowly.

Everybody's got a place to be,
that they never pause sometime in their day
to put down their phones,
and their plans,
and their wandering mind,
and just realize,
that life for one more day
is something that can never be replaced.
#life #treasure #rush #slowdown #quickly
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1.2k · Apr 2016
Food For Thought
Hailey Ngo Apr 2016
Food For Thought
School is just a prison.
White walls.
Strict rules.
Itching souls.
School is just a prison.
After all,
we're told what to wear,
when to eat,
what to do,
what to say,
how to behave.
School is just a prison.
What voice do students have?
What power do we hold?
What checks and balances exist by us?
Like prisoners,
all we can do,
is bow our heads and just
take it.
#control #school #unfair #unjust #rigid
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1.2k · Apr 2016
I Don't Need You
Hailey Ngo Apr 2016
I Don't Need You
No...
You don't need to...
Don't need to promise me the world
because I'll just take it for myself.
Don't need to protect me
like I'm fragile,
insecure,
weak.
Don't need to shelter me
from the rain of the sky or my eyes
because I can build my own home
without you.
Yes, I can live
without you.
And I think you're the one
who can't live
without me,
can't live without
someone to make you feel strong,
make you feel important,
as you whisper meaningless promises into my ear.
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1.1k · Apr 2016
Standing
Hailey Ngo Apr 2016
Standing
You could stand there,
stand there waiting.
You could wait there
for the storm.
You could stand there,
stand there broken,
stand there waiting for the fire.
You could stand there,
stand there vacant.
You could remain there
empty inside.
You could stand there,
stand there hiding,
stand there cowering
from the shadows.
Yes you could stand there,
stand there lonely,
stand there without a soul.
#sad #depression #alone #empty
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799 · Jul 2015
Statue
Hailey Ngo Jul 2015
Statue
Am I just a statue to you?
That you never stop to say hello
or even acknowledge my presence?
Am I so invisible
that you manage to ignore me
every time I walk past?

Well, let me tell you something.
Life is too short for me to care about this.
Life is too short.
So what are you even doing
spending your precious days
and going out of your way
to wound me?
Especially when you know
statues can't be harmed.
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738 · Jul 2015
Alone
Hailey Ngo Jul 2015
Alone
He sits there waiting. Gnashing his teeth together and barely holding on. As he waits inside his locked room, he knows he's not really waiting. There is nothing waiting for him. Nothing going on in his world to wait for. His world is reduced to this locked room, with barred windows and a cup full of medicine every morning. They say it's supposed to calm him. Relax him. They say it with whites showing in their eyes. And with a heart beating twice as fast. They say it with one hand on their belt, which rests a taser.
He is reduced to a monster. Nothing more than a prisoner in his small, small world. No one knows he exists. No one knows how much he is rotting, slowly but surely. No one cares.
He has millions of emotions running a marathon across his brain. A bit of insanity mixed in with a lot of crazy and anger and hurt and frustration and wild. He has no one to love. He has no one who loves him. He is alone. And forced to fight his battles alone.
Whenever someone unlocks the door and hands him his meal, he always notices that they never make eye contact. They are forcing him to become something not human. With no love, no interaction, no help, no support, he is becoming a monster. A monster everyone is afraid of, a monster no one is willing to help.
He can't see the sunshine. He can't see the rolling hills or the green grass or the blue, blue sky or the puffy, swollen clouds. All he can see is his locked room and the white walls and the punctured ceiling. He can see his whole world in front of him and nothing more. He can't even see himself.
He lays there right on his bed. Wishing for anything. Love, a genuine smile, a conversation not dripped in fear, hope, a second chance, his dead family, something not within these walls of his world. Even death. He wishes for death. Because death is better than this. He would still be alone, but at least he won't be judged, won't be ignored, won't be feared, won't be restricted. He'll be free.
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611 · Dec 2015
Can't You See?
Hailey Ngo Dec 2015
Can't You See?
I'm trying...
Trying to chip away
All the layers of regret, of shame, of dirt
All the layers of hurt.

From what's inside
But all I've got is a broken hammer,
Encased around a ceramic heart
That comes only in broken parts.

Can't you see?
I'm trying...
Trying to get to me
Won't you see?

How can you stand there
Asking for help
Asking for me to find your salvation, your shady tree
When I can't even find me.

Can't you see?
I'm throwing out the rules
I'm done helping, I've given enough
After all,
I gave myself up.
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601 · Mar 2016
I used to
Hailey Ngo Mar 2016
I used to
You know I used to think that crying was embarrassing.
I used to hide my tears,
stifle my sobs,
bent my head
in shame.

I used to lock myself in the bathroom.
Covering my mouth to prevent any sobs from getting through
the cracked, chipped white bathroom door.
From getting through into your ears.
Where you'd scream at me to stop,
to stop my sobs or else maybe
you'd hit me again.

I used to lock myself within the cages of my bones,
my skeleton kept me from falling apart,
from spilling all of my guts and feelings onto the floor,
where you'd just yell at me to clean it all up.
My skull kept the feelings from rushing out,
kept the tears from falling down,
kept the nightmares from getting known.

I used to lock my soul away,
I used to lock my sadness away,
I used to lock myself away,
from this cruel, cruel world,
and from you.

But I found the key, lying somewhere in the dusty attic.
And I found that maybe,
just maybe,
this world isn't so cruel after all,
that it was just you who cast too big of a shadow over my world,
left too big of a mark.

I'm my own sun now, radiating my soul for the world to see.
Now you can't cast a shadow over me, now you can't put me down.
Now you can't make me feel less, now you can't own me.
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581 · Jul 2015
The Colors of Music
Hailey Ngo Jul 2015
The Colors of Music
If music was sad, I’d paint it blue.
I’d sit it right down,
on that easel I used much too long ago,
and I’d paint it ocean blue, with yellow sand and rocky waves and white seashells.

If music was happy, I’d paint it yellow.
So that it could stretch across the sky
from cloud to cloud,
and replace the sun.

If music was loving, I’d paint it red.
Fold it up and put a stamp on it.
And send it sealed up in an envelope
on Valentine’s day.

If music was peaceful, I’d paint it green.
I’d let it grow, let the seeds sprout new life.
I’d let the music float down the river, let it get carried away in the wind.
I’d bring it outside, and let it become one with nature.

If music was a good storyteller, I’d paint it black.
I’d listen to it, coax the story out of it.
I’d open up an empty book, and paste the music inside,
so that the music can become black words on paper,
so that everyone can hear its tale.

If people were all listening,
if people cared to hear,
they can catch the music I put everywhere.

All you have to do is listen
and be still.
So that you can hear the music
in the wet, dripping paint of art,
in the puffy, bouncing clouds of the sky,
in the meaningful letters delivered to loved ones,
in the nature surrounding you everywhere you go,
in the books just waiting to be read,
and most of all,
in yourself.
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581 · Jul 2015
They Say
Hailey Ngo Jul 2015
They Say
Why doesn't anybody
just
understand me?
They say I'm too quiet,
they say I don't talk enough,
they say
they say
they say.
What about what I say?
Am I not talking enough
or are you
just
not listening enough?
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538 · Jul 2015
Not a Movie
Hailey Ngo Jul 2015
Not a Movie
You can shut a book
and forget it for the rest of your life.
You can turn off a movie,
and never remember it again.
But you cannot stop your life,
no matter how hard you try.
You cannot press pause on a remote
to stop the demons from attacking.
You cannot rewind your life either,
so make the most of it as you can.
You cannot stop in the middle of your life
and give up, just like that.
You cannot wait for something
to change your life,
or make you happy again.

But what you can do
is so much more.
You can use the lemons life gives you
to **** the meaning out of it
and feel every emotion possible
and experience every feeling you can.
You can turn your life around
into something great.
All you gotta do
is try.
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530 · Jul 2015
Black and White
Hailey Ngo Jul 2015
Black and White
She closes herself off,
to the world,
to the people who love her,
to herself.

She reaches inside herself,
with one small, trembling hand,
to grasp what’s left of her soul
and discovers nothing left.

So she retreats inside herself,
with the darkness for company.
She retreats inside herself,
with no one to help her.
She retreats inside herself,
and blocks everything else away.
She retreats inside herself,
and blames herself
for all the mistakes in the world.
Her world becomes black and white.

She’s wasting away, little by little.
She’s crumbling into pieces,
little bits of her floating
every which way.

She can no longer hear the world anymore.
She can’t even hear herself.
She can no longer see the spiraling colors of the world anymore.
She can no longer see herself.
Her world becomes black and white.

She disappears inside herself,
with no mind to come back out.
She waves one last goodbye to the world,
and slams the door,
and locks herself in,
and throws away the key,
not bothering to see
where it landed.
Her world becomes black and white.

She cries invisible tears
and shouts silent screams,
to the injustice in the world.
To the cruelness she knows all too well.
To the ugliness of people she once trusted.
To the fading beauty she once loved to see,
but cannot see anymore.
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528 · Apr 2016
Nothing
Hailey Ngo Apr 2016
Nothing
You know,
one of the worst things you did
was doing
nothing at all.
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526 · Feb 2016
Who To Save
Hailey Ngo Feb 2016
Who To Save
I don't know how to save you.
I don't know where to start.
All I know is I can't even save myself,
can't chase away my own demons.

You want me to be your savior.
I wanted to be yours too.
But as I tried to put together your pieces,
my heart shattered even more.

As I made you whole,
you made me empty.
So I don't know how to save you.
Don't know where to start.
I gotta save myself first.
Piece by puzzle piece
I'm the more broken one now.

But as I turned to you
for you to be my savior,
you took one glance at my scrambled heart
and turned away,
one hand already reaching for another's soul
for her to heal your heart,
just as I've always done.
#broken #heart #unsure #savior
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512 · Jul 2015
Hidden Cruelty
Hailey Ngo Jul 2015
Hidden Cruelty
They are in suits.
In ties.
In dresses.
In make-up.
In pearls.
In Rolex watches.

The people who think they're the best
and act like they're the best.
The people who live
so comfortably
that they forgot
what poor feels like
or even looks like.

They forgot what it's like
to feel humble,
kind,
giving.

They look at the poor
or the people on the streets
begging for just one more meal,
and they turn away,
with their billions of money
bulging out of their pockets.
They turn away
without any guilt
or remorse
or sympathy.
They turn away
and still manage
to think only about themselves.
They turn away
and act like the homeless people just blend into the street,
like the poor are invisible.

They live so rich
and feel so powerful
with their money,
with their businesses,
with their stocks in the market,
with their greed,
that they live like kings and queens.
While the rest of us are left
forced to scrape up what they left behind.
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459 · Apr 2016
Anymore
Hailey Ngo Apr 2016
Anymore
I realized I stopped loving you when
your "trust me" simply
wasn't enough
anymore.
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450 · Jul 2015
Never Alone
Hailey Ngo Jul 2015
Never Alone
I look around
and see nothing.
But I know they are there.
The people who see
without being seen.
The ghosts that lurk
in camera flashes
and in recording videos.

There is no privacy.
The cameras,
the phones,
the smirking faces,
the judging eyes,
the cruel Internet,
just wait and watch
until you stumble
until you fall
and then they pounce.
They attack
with their murderous words
and with their gossip
and leave you wondering
why everyone cares so much.
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445 · Feb 2016
Quick
Hailey Ngo Feb 2016
Quick
Maybe they make the Internet quick
so that you can get off it faster,
and back to your real world.
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443 · Jul 2015
This Is Where My Home Is
Hailey Ngo Jul 2015
This Is Where My Home Is
Home is where all wishes are born and dreams are dreamt.
Home is where heaping plates of food make stomachs contempt.

Home is where I can ignore the social pressure the world seems so desperate to follow, the different versions of myself I made just to fit in to every little trend and appear normal.
Home is where I can finally remember that there really is only one me, one without pretend or being formal.

Home is of laughing voices and dancing feet.
Home is of floating music that never strays from the beat.

Home is peeling back the well-guarded onion, layer by layer, feeling no worries about how to fit in.
Home is not caring of social pressures, be it short or tall, ugly or cute, fat or thin.

Home is of the melting sun and the drip drip drip of sweating popsicles.
Home is of frozen breaths and snowy driveways lined with shiny icicles.

Home is of comfort, of peace, of familiar, of free.
Home is of siblings, of pets, of parents, of truly me.

Home is of miles and miles of imagination no eye can see.
Home is of tears that carry no embarrassment, of kindness that brings no fee.

Home is just a plain, old house – no castles or mansions or princes await.
Home is but instead filled with more riches; not in money, not in gold, but in love flooding past every metaphorical gate.

Home is of breaking rules and discovering there really weren’t any.
Home is of knowing you’ll always come back, even if the years become many.
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435 · Jul 2015
Gone
Hailey Ngo Jul 2015
Gone
She steps
into the shadows,
filled with ghosts
and things long past.

She steps
into herself
and finds
only regret
that replaced
memories.

She steps
into her fear
and finds no light,
no hope,
nothing.
She looks around,
a flashlight in her shaking hands
and finds nothing,
not even herself.

With mangled hair,
a torn nightgown,
and a heavy heart
filled with cracks,
she steps
into the dark
finally knowing
that she no longer
has anything to lose.
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429 · Jan 2016
Promises
Hailey Ngo Jan 2016
Promises
You promised me protection,
promised me the world
right at my fingertips.

You promised me hardship,
but nothing we couldn't go through
together.

You promised me humor,
said we'd somehow find it
in this cynical world.

You promised me hope,
said we'd beat the world
at it's own game.

Just the two of us,
you promised.
Just us against the universe,
because we could do anything
with just the two of us.

You promised me all this
before I even left your womb.
You promised me all this
before you even knew who to love.
You promised me all this
so that you could believe it yourself.
You promised me all this
so that I can do the same
when you become too old and frail,
too weak to hold up your end.
You promised me all this
so that I can help you
the way you once did.

And I promise,
I will.
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428 · Jan 2016
Forgive Yourself
Hailey Ngo Jan 2016
Forgive Yourself
People tell you to forgive others.
To let them go
so that you can move on.
But in the process of doing that,
sometimes you forget
to forgive yourself.
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424 · Jul 2015
I Am From Quiet Struggle
Hailey Ngo Jul 2015
I Am From Quiet Struggle
I am from quiet struggle.
I am from piles of books,
from good education and quiet personality.
I am from a big yard of grass,
but no one to play with.

I am from three older siblings,
all grown up with no time for me.
I am from hot fudge brownies,
from rare evenings of cookies on trays.

I am from music,
from being forced to play long hours of piano,
at only six years old.
I am from fun outside traded in for legs swinging alone on that black, shiny piano bench.

I am from “do it yourself, you’re old enough” to “I can, but you’re too young.”
I am from strict expectations of the “best” grades from school, not “do your best” grades.
I am from long nights and early mornings,
eyes strained from reading textbooks too long, from studying too hard.

I am from a life path already carved out for me,
by my parents and their “I know better than you.”
I am from a long, difficult path awaiting – full of top colleges, and medical school, and then becoming a doctor.
I am from a rigid family, of paranoid, of safety, of no sleepovers, of little fun with friends, of many hours of study.

I am from loving, but strict parents.
I am from caring, but distant siblings.
I am from a family who knows how to love, but not how to show it.
I am from childhood memories I’d rather not remember and a future I’d rather not have.
I am from struggling to be grateful and remembering to live in the moment.
I am from pieces of these moments, strung together to create me, stamped on the mark I hope to leave on this world.
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418 · Jul 2015
Somewhere Sandy, Somewhere Free
Hailey Ngo Jul 2015
Somewhere Sandy, Somewhere Free
Wild waves scattered with dancing bubbles of sea foam crash onto the shore.
The morning dew hangs in the air like a balloon.
Feelings surface. This feels like home. It’s like you’ve been here before.
When night slides in, the magnificent light beam shines from the moon.

The salty breeze stirs up the waft of kernel popcorn jumping for joy.
Slathered, smooth sunscreen replaces the smell of the cramped air of indoors.
The fishy smell seems to come from fish hung by string, flopping just like puppets on a child’s toy.
Smoke from barbecues float through the air; it hangs around just a while before away it soars.

The ocean breeze tickles the sweat dripping down tan backs.
Freedom has never felt so free.
Toes dig their way into the cool sand. They’re probably glad they can now relax.
Happy has finally arrived. Don’t move, though, or else you’ll scare it away. Don’t look back, just let it be.

Bursts of laughter rings out, threatening to make more victims smile.
The seagulls circle the air, squawking their complaints of little food.
Life is complete it seems; reality flies out the window, worry and stress jumbled into a pile.
The barking dogs strain against leashes, whining for freedom. But when needed, their cute, slobbering faces wait to lighten the mood.

The gritty sand finds their way into mouths, their bitter taste no match for the sweet sugar of melting ice cream or the salty oil of potato chips.
Funnel cakes and French fries, snow cones and sodas, cotton candy and corn-on-the-cob; they all blend to create the flavor of happiness.
The ocean water tastes so salty, but you can’t smile less, so you endure the sneaky water sliding in through your open lips.
Escape the world, escape the restricting walls of indoors. Live here and be free, come here and taste the bliss.
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408 · Jul 2015
In the Dark
Hailey Ngo Jul 2015
In the Dark
Well you could sit there in the dark,
curl up with nothing but a knife
cutting through your back with a mark.
Waiting for the wound to end your life.

So you wait for a stormy day
to wash off all your pain.
In these graves are where you lay.
You've got caught up in all these chains.

So here is where you've been waiting
for the world to just stop spinning.
Here is where you've been hating.
Death around the corner, grinning.

Can you hear the silence?
Can you see their sneers?
Here is where you lost your balance,
here is where you found your fears.
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407 · Jul 2015
Broken Glass
Hailey Ngo Jul 2015
Broken Glass
They are right there.
Close enough to touch.
But they are untouchable.

They are made of steel.
Their eyes a hard, hard metal.
Dull and rusty and impenetrable.
Their body made of scratched steel.
Rigid, unchanging, a statue.

I am made of glass.
My eyes made of water.
That leak out
every time I reach out
only to find
that they are statues
and not human,
not my parents
anymore.
My body made of shatter and of hurt.
Of confusion and of anger.
Of blood that runs
whenever I cut myself
on my broken glass.
I cannot heal myself.
I cannot glue back my broken glass.
I can only stand there,
and hope that the steel knife
does not break my glass heart
completely.
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405 · Oct 2015
Why
Hailey Ngo Oct 2015
Why
Everybody tells me to grow up.

But nobody tells me why.
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398 · Jul 2015
Take a Look
Hailey Ngo Jul 2015
Take a Look
Take a look around
if you dare
at this world we live in today.

Maybe you'll find teenagers
lined up along the streets
puffing their life out
on cigarettes they stole.

Maybe you'll find pale faces
stuffed in their own world,
caring only for themselves.
Faces filled with anger
and hurt,
with no one willing
to jump out of their own world
for just one second
long enough to help.

Maybe you'll find stray trash
******* the life out of the earth.
Or maybe you'll find fumes climbing out of factories.
Or maybe gallons of oil
silently killing the life of the ocean.
Or maybe even thousands of animals
choking on the destruction
that we have left behind.

Maybe you'll find mothers
discarding the life they have created
in dumpsters,
in trash bags,
in abortions.
Maybe you'll find mothers
so desperate to get rid of their own babies
that they'll pretend
they have not just created life
but something to throw away.
They'll pretend that the human lives,
filled with potential and innocence,
they have just created
are nothing more
than the dirt inside those trash cans
they decided to leave them in.

Maybe you'll find piles of newspaper
upon newspaper
screaming out cases of ******,
of homicides,
of shootings,
of robbery.
You'll find human beings
treating other human beings
like they're just money,
like they're just a waste of space,
like they're just lives that mean nothing.
You'll find human beings
ending lives
without regret,
without remorse,
without a second thought.
You'll find human beings
treating human lives
like they're something
that can be thrown away carelessly.

So take a look around
if you dare
at this world we live in today.

But the sad thing is,
what people don't seem to know,
everything wrong with this world,
with the world we live in today,
can be fixed if people cared,
long enough
and hard enough
that they can forget about themselves for a while
and give a helping hand
that has gained dust for quite some time.
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398 · Jul 2015
Flying Notes
Hailey Ngo Jul 2015
Flying Notes
The notes fall like pins to the floor, pointed and sharp
They’re falling, falling onto the black hardwood floor.

The audience sweeps up these fallen pieces
and strings them back together in their heads.
They take these notes, and breathe them in.
They breathe the life out of these notes
and discard the rest.

They are frantic, they call out for more.
They beg with their hands wide open, ready to catch these fallen notes.
This is the only time they can truly be alive,
when they **** the dreams and imagination from these notes.

The orchestra, they are generous.
Like a machine, they crank out more and more music.
More notes fall to the ground.
More notes inhaled by the desperate people.
More notes supply oxygen to the deprived.

The orchestra doesn’t mind.
For this is the only time they can live as well,
when they can blow out these notes,
watch them fly away,
and soar away with them.
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367 · Jul 2015
Hate
Hailey Ngo Jul 2015
Hate
People say
"I hate this outfit"
"I hate my life"
"I hate you"
But do they really know what it means
to hate?

Do they know
what hate really is?
It is a burning feeling,
the kind that leaves you with
imaginary blisters.
The kind with anger
and frustration
and bitterness
all rolled into one.

People say hate
is the opposite of love.
That is not true.
Both burn brightly with passion.
Both blind people
and change them
into something else.

Hate is the fiery desire to see something
disappear.
The kind when you'll do anything to make
that thing you hate
vanish without a trace.

Most people don't know what hate really is.
I do.
I felt it before.
I've hated a lot of things.
Even myself.

But I can say one thing now
from all the things I've learned.
Hate grips you
and never lets you go
until you do the one thing
that you regret the most in life.
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367 · Oct 2015
Ever Changing
Hailey Ngo Oct 2015
Ever Changing
You'd think
that after fifteen years
of living in this world
that I'd get used to it.

I'm not.
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349 · Jul 2015
Not Anymore
Hailey Ngo Jul 2015
Not Anymore
He hears nothing.
Not anymore.
He feels nothing.
Not anymore.
He cares about nothing.
Not anymore.
He doesn't even care about himself.
As he sits there on the ledge.
He cries invisible tears.
Wet with grief and anger.
The anger he no longer feels.
The desperation he no longer clings to.
All he feels is empty.
Empty and alone.
He blames the world.
But most of all, he blames himself.
He blames himself for the puddle of invisible tears at his feet.
That aren't really invisible.
He calls out for anyone.
Anything.
He reaches out for a helping hand.
Only to find nothing there.
He shrinks back inside of himself.
A home he is all too familiar with.
He looks at the world once more.
And decides to leave it.
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— The End —