I was not born into a world of Hate
I was born into a world,
that has taught me such-so.
For the world is naturally cruel
In a way
But on its own - teaches us things
Immeasurably profound that kindness alone
Is unable or unwilling to say.

But neither was I born into a world of Love
but rather the choice of it or lack thereof
for the world could be fought, lost or won
On a page, with a pen;
With our arms or our walls, closed or open:

You never know how green
A leaf may be
Until you turn it over.

When one leaf folds
Another blossoms

A two-way-truce to
borrow each other's
Hollows
through an ethereal plane

absent hearts
vacant minds
hooky ex-lovers
wound in another

bodies searching
from pain to hide

aching, aching--
let pain touch its way?

does that feel better,
does it feel good?
how a tragedy can be so

Misunderstood.

Loving you still
by
Letting you go
Everyday.

pointless circles

Forever no more,
A forgotten shore
A wasted land of
broken promises
embedded in each kiss,
Each step.

And all I can think
about is you~

******* on deez nuts.

A life half expressed
may as well be dead
To me.

In order to be deep
One must traverse a
Desert of shallow waters

I have a micropenis...
And it really doesn't ****
As much as I thought it would
Mainly cause no girl wants
An imaginary ***** going anywhere
Near them, I mean they have ******
For that.

So I'm suing every ***** company
For making products that promote
A false sense of self worth and an
Incredibly over-inflated beauty standard
That is all but impossible to ever live up
To: basically anything larger than 0.5cm
is up for grabs.
(Except mine-- which is never grabbed)

Wanna hear a sexist double standard?
Girls have the "itty bitty ***** committee"
But guys have no "teeny weeny peeny task force"
Le sigh~ ***** to ****
Or to never at all

You drive me crazy.
You drive me insane?
You drive me to the edge of
The World
where "I miss you's"
never left my brain.

You drive me so fast down
Memory lane -- time
Slows.

You drive me mad, bonkers
Off the road at times too.

But if there was a way
I'd want to be driven,
it'd always
Be with
You.

If one tries too hard to be deep
They end up stuck--
In the basement
Downstairs

I don't really care about
Atoms, photons or parallel
Universes where you and I could've
worked out differently and existed

cause all we have is here and now
so I'm going to try my best to make
this life worth it, meaningful and
happy for you to live in.

If my Life allowed me to
Love you a thousand times over,
I’d do so— die. And ask Heaven
to borrow eternity with you.

I miss you
Myself, recurring
flapping through petals
of time

Rejecting the one by
My parents

Embracing, accepting
the One True Self
born into Mine.

Everyone has a Light
Inside them.
And everyone has some darkness too
But you were born to make
the world brighter,
so why not be
More like you.

This City is littered with u's
and smiles of every way.
I'm glad we knew
each other before

We grew to say
"I miss the good ol' days"

I wonder which bird
was the First to
step off its perch
enough times to Fly

Or were all birds born that way?
Then what is the average number
of times each one fell until their
wings could carry them High?

Definitely not the penguins or the dodos
But I know that anyone can try.

my Father planted
the seed, yet
I
reaped
The flower.

What kind of
Garden
shall we sow?

I Loved her the more
I Loved her the same
I Loved her again with
nothing to gain.

And I loved her to bits
and I loved her to pieces
but of all the ways I couldn't

Love
Her
to
         stay.
​

Touch me with your heart
And be seen

Touch me with your body
And be felt

Touch me with an idea;
Your mind -- and be known.

I poured some time
into a well. just to see
how much the water'd
Swell.

Another day
Another down
Another pour

But never filled, never flowed.
Why then am I doing this for?

The best place
for a Mind is in
Space.

Quantum me, O! Mind
encapsulated by invisible
strings,
trapped and dragged
on a cloud wafting
on a space dime.

as if forever and never
could ever remain,
warbling incessantly through time.

Got over her by going under.

People who fall quickly
probably had loose footing
to begin with.

Still chasing a dream
on a whim of Belief
Destined for the journey
Facing me.

No Nut November
Is the hardest thing
I have ever participated in.

Seriously, it’s really hard.
Like all the time, and at the most
INCONVENIENT places.

Waiting for the train? Hard.
Taking a dump? Hard.
Wedding or funeral?
Yea let’s not go there...

But the worst moment by far
was telling a homeless man
I didn’t have any change, and he
Said, “it’s okay, no one’s been this
happy to see me in years”
​

Grow up, they said
but even as I did
I lost some child like wonder

Now. All I could ever want
Is to grow back down.

I'm yours
To be
******
Loved and
Broken
All the same,

If you're not the one
at least Be the one worth
Remembering.

The smaller the ****
Nah that's it, seriously-
I'm not ******* you!

#SmallDickEnergy

Smaller the *******
The bigger the brains, just go
Ask any Asian

**** did she have small *******
but wow how I ****** them--
And Loved Her
And all of Her the more.

If I stray too far from myself
I might lose it
But if I stay standing still
I will anyways

What other choice do I have
but to walk?
Regardless of direction.

So I flail my limbs about me
in  Hopes that it brings;

When someone makes light of Suicide;
they are processing it.

Sorting trauma, understanding
where and how life can begin
despite the pain; can take many forms.

Because how absurd is it to plant
a flower
where a crack splits in the sidewalk?

How absurd to label a
Fault line, a Rainbow?

How dare you mark those imperfect
roadways others deem unsafe to travel
with Beauty, Life and Hope!

How dare you decorate those sign posts
with glitter and streamers so others know
where not to travel!

How dare you reach through the Abyss
and pull something out of it, yea how
dare you let others know what's
really there...

I understand, Suicide is not a joke...
Unless we're both still here laughing
As I say, better to be an ***
who kept on cracking
Than the guy who fell through his
own Rainbows;

I know you came over
several times;
and it's confusing I
never tried
to escalate physically.

But the respect I have
For you
could never undo the
lust I must hide--
Unless you gave me
Permission to.

I wouldn't mind, although sublime
takes beauty for time to
wear well inside.

So let's, make. Love- when
You say it's okay there's no
Rushing anyway, what's really
A day after all when we have
A Lifetime?

I am sorry for the:

Unsolicited **** pics
Request for nudes
Catcalling
Inappropriate or creepy comments
Failing to listen
Acting without asking
Emotional manipulation
Emotional unavailability
Approaching you to practice game
Shaming your sexuality
Meanwhile glorifying my own.
Laws governing your body
Calling you beautiful before
Brilliant
Speaking over/behind/beneath you
Lust in my eyes
​

I'm a guy, so naturally
I'm not great at reading
between        -I
the                 -like
lines              -you,
                      -idiot.
​

Love you stilly,
whispers
the quiet winds
that bend.

through morrow
hollow woods
that secret
sounding send

off we go
awning so
tell me where and when

Maybe One Day
meets two
Maybe one day I
meet you
or maybe three days
Meets four

Or one day we stop playing mind games
And One Day say what we really mean.

Maybe I need you.
No, I definitely do.

Are these really feelings or do I just like her smile?
I guess we'll see and walk another mile.

Kissing you, a
dream I wish
not to wake
from. lulled--
I stare
and long
a lost
sleep
forever.

I came here to tell you something
But forgot what it was...

I guess I'll wait for tomorrow
and see if I remember.

Oh I do now,
and Tomorrow brings a new day.

I wan to memorize
your hands in mine
as our legs tango
beneath the sheets

I want your sweet scents
as we make Aphrodite
tear love from her cries

I want all of you
and none of you
All at the same-- Nevermind

"I want you so much"
Whispered one last time.

Inspiration met boredom
and copulated silly,
9 seconds later and their
Child's name was Really

You shout at the void
and wait for the echo
but like a duck's quack
nothing comes back

(why is the duck not quacking)
I cannot hear it though
I know its beak is moving

And we keep shouting
at the day

A duck quacks back

Absurdity
is as throwing
a fork at a banana,
Giving them nicknames
And a narrative and calling
the event a Funeral, for
every banana that's
Never made it out
Alive o'cafeteria
Sorry I gave
mundane-
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nun                  A Justyn Huang

Well, this is new.