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Jean Lin Jan 2017
Waiting on the list
To get cut open
And have your insides stirred up

There are dozens of names on the list every day
And behind every name, there are
Double or triple or even multiple hearts
Suspended

So please keep in mind that
There's nothing more precious than your body.
Trust me, you don't want your name to be on that list.

It's a waiting list on which you could be either
Waiting for salvation, or
Waiting to set your foot on that glorious "Stairway to Heaven"
Which you don't really want to climb
Jean Lin Jan 2017
My lover's a spider
And the world's toppest weaver
"Weave me a dreamcatcher"
Got one at the snap of a finger
Most of all, he's also a very good kisser
Jean Lin Jan 2017
Red is my blood
Always energetic
Strongly and steadily give me support
Keeping me alive

Orange is my heart
Full of compassion
Warm and bright and it’s contagious
So I keep it open to everyone

Yellow is my skin
What I was born with
You can see where I came from at the first sight
And I am proud of it

Green is my mind
Peace-loving and nature-attached
Long for no fight
But will always stand with what is right

Blue is my thought
As calm and clean as the sky
So you see no shadows in my eyes

Purple is my spirit
I am noble not because of my property
But merely who I am

I am made of rainbow
And I know you are, too.
Thank Hello Poetry for granting my membership! It took a loooong time that I thought they're not gonna take me in. I'm glad I'm in :)

I don't know if what I create can be categorized as poems or not, either way, I enjoy the process and wish maybe someone will be cheered up by reading them. That would be great!
Jean Lin Jan 2017
Try to pretend to be a thousand things
that I'm not,
like, put myself in pinks
and polka dots.
Care too much about what he thinks,
begging for his nods,
although he doesn't even play on my heartstrings.

I cry out to God.
It commands me to stop
and go discover a million things
that I've already got,
and another man for whom my hearts springs.

There it starts another plot.
Jean Lin Jan 2017
Sky isn't always blue;
it can be gray, purple, orange,
and sometimes red.

Chocolate isn't always sweet;
it can be salty, alcoholic, sour,
and most of the time bitter.

People aren't always nice;
they can be sly, cruel, mean,
but most often, they are a mix of everything
humanity can be.

See, things are not always what we expect them to be,
yet you gotta keep on expecting
for the possibility will always exist.

— The End —