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Josh Wong Apr 2018
To lay in bed, but feel its weight press down on you,
To cry out loud, but feel hands gripped tightly around each word,
To lie wide awake, but feel the darkness swarm over you,
To stretch your hands out, but feel your spirit struck down by ropes that bind,
And to run, but come back to nothing but lies.

O, solider, stop fighting empty wars!
The battle has been won,
Love has overcome.

Let freedom echo out,
Let the trumpets sound out loud,
The Lord rejoices over you!

The spirals are split,
And so have you found the way
To everlasting peace.

O, weary heart,
you are redeemed!

And onto this I hold—
The Love that pulls me close,
The Love louder than storms,
The Love so alive,
The Love infinitely outstretched,
The Love that keeps coming back to us.
Josh Wong May 2017
Her face-

A thousand suns,

A cosmic dance under

The ever-expanding escape;

The curtains that fall heavily

Upon the eyes of oblivion.

Her hands-

A fox running

Through the meadow;

The open cages that

Confine gloom back

Into its prison.

Her eyes-

An indefinite eternity,

Through which both

Dark and light speak;

The great


Her lips-

A bitter moonlight

Casting its shadow upon

Persisting glow;

The ripeness of a

Mango in its season.

Her feet-

A battered road

Folding upon itself

As it struggles to find

Its way home;

The seeds scattered

In every empty hole.


A desolate daydream

That runs through

Unbounded space;

The deep ocean trench

I’ve completely

Drowned in.
Josh Wong Feb 2016
I was only looking at what I imagined her to be, which was the nonviable - with me.
Josh Wong Jan 2016
Why does thee have to be?
O, sweet Summer,
And change your birthright.

Speak such a truth,
A truth not taken for granted;
I can't fall in love
A thousand times.

O, sweet Summer,
Your heart is in gloom;
I can't reach it, but fall,
And I will be the one to catch you.

Swear not by the moon,
My love;
The moon is evil;
Eternally she changes.

A hundred and ten I will wait,
But at the time which is present,
Leave me to my sweet sadness;
**A thousand times goodnight.
Josh Wong Dec 2015
Hello, madam.

How much is rent for one tiny room in your heart?
Josh Wong Dec 2015
Written in these eyes,
Is an ancient love,
Not known to many,
But only to two.

Sinful eyes,
Have yet thee to desire,
With this lustful love;
An endless, passing fire.

Though such hearts,
Were not fully bloomed,
Such hearts these were -
An endless abyss of ache.

Knowing such things,
Yet such are denied,
So did they love in lust,
Not knowing that such a love would die.

In each’s hands they laid,
Ghosts of each other,
All for young saudade,
As each could not find another.
Josh Wong Nov 2015
Sabi raw,

Walang bagay na tunay na


Kulang lang ito sa init.

Totoo rin na

Wala akong kalagayan na ako'y manhid,

**Wala ka lang.
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