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 Mar 2018 Huy Nguyen
alexa
there are so many of you
that i would love to sit down with;
maybe over a milkshake and a plate of fries;
and just talk.
i want to ask you about the boy that hurt you,
about the anger you feel deep inside
over a father who said he’d come back...
and then didn’t.
i want to run with you through pages of words and say
“oh that’s right, what a lovely metaphor.”
i want to see all your smiling faces and
thank each and every one of you for showing me kindness,
for saving my life.
i want to collaborate on novels of poetry
and laugh with you through the tears of our pasts.
so until we sip those milkshakes and eat those fries...
thank you, to
some of the most beautiful people i have never met.
to all my HePo followers/friends/ fellow poets! you have all given me a beautiful escape from Life <3
 Jun 2016 Huy Nguyen
Blossom
I am
just a daisy
A tiny flower
small and obsolete
In a Field of Poppies
Who smell sweeter than I
And are larger with brighter colors
but while they might tease me for my size
It Will be Them Who are to be Plucked Away
For showing off their pretty colors in the warm sun
So I Will Get To Bloom Larger Yet Because I Am Just A Daisy
 Apr 2015 Huy Nguyen
Hayleigh
When waves of sadness washed over me
And began to pull me under
You taught me how to swim.
 Apr 2015 Huy Nguyen
Diane
They say that
once you've grown up,
you're going to make
A LOT
of
Mistakes

Then,
I ask you,
Have you done
any mistakes?
Mistakes that are worth
of many dreams
you wished to pursue,
but then
crushed by any of our
idiotic decisions?

I tell you,
my dear beloved heart,
you're right.

It was idiotic,
shameful
but dear heart,
you
are
still
beautiful.

Regrets
are just chances
you took
and see it
as if
it was a huge
mistake.

Dear heart,
where are you now?

You've gone through enough.

And now,
you can be
the wingless angel
that few can adore.

Or,
you can be
a hornless demon
that everyone cursed for.
 Apr 2015 Huy Nguyen
Catherine Vu
It is Hope
That paralyzes the soul.
My mind plays the game
As my heart pays the toll.
 Mar 2015 Huy Nguyen
LJ Chaplin
One shot for the sorrow,
Two to be sure,
Three for the morning
To make it a blur,
Five hours of dancing,
Six steps till I fell,
Seven minutes unconscious,
As far as I could tell,
Eight people to help,
Nine nine nine took moments to come,
Ten glasses of water,
An aspirin and then some.
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