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Justyn Huang Mar 2019
Kiss me goodbye
For the first time
Ever.

Kiss me Hello
For the last time
Gone.

Kiss me Again
at the rise of
Dawn.

Kiss me for kissing's sake
As we go
Hold -- my heart up
for the world to know.
Justyn Huang Sep 2018
But! little did they know...
Seriously,
they didn't know much
Illiteracy prevents them
Kind of a joke. Kind of also real.
Justyn Huang Dec 2018
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.
Justyn Huang Dec 2018
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.
Be yourself yo. Everyone else is taken
-forgot who said that^^ (but the poem is mine)
Justyn Huang Nov 2018
People who fall quickly
probably had loose footing
to begin with.
About self worth, being grounded in your own and not giving yourself up to others not worth your **** time!!
Justyn Huang Jan 2019
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:
Justyn Huang Nov 2018
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.

Justyn Huang Oct 2019
The reasons I know I had loved you
well and fully
are by the pages and words it took
for me to find and fill
as I forgot and missed you stilly.
Another sweet nothing
Justyn Huang Oct 2018
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
This girl... wow, you don't even know.
Justyn Huang Dec 2019
The people we truly Love never leave us.
There will always be imprints on our Hearts
made by them.
And when we choose to Love again
It's like muscle memory
Love poem
Justyn Huang Oct 2019
If Loving you's
a crime

I'd gladly serve
time for life +
micro sweet poem
Justyn Huang Jan 2019
Loving you still
by
Letting you go
Everyday.
Justyn Huang Oct 2018
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

Justyn Huang Oct 2018
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.
lmaoooo. girls wanna play mind games and ****.
Justyn Huang Jan 2019
Even the word "Meaningless"
has its own purpose.
Find your own.
Justyn Huang Jan 2019
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
An inside joke between me and my friend that I'm not taking overboard XD
Justyn Huang Dec 2018
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.
Justyn Huang Sep 2019
I wish people were more like
Stop lights;
You’d never see one glowing
both red and green
Simultaneously, otherwise
there’d be a car crash

And neither would they turn
Completely off, cause then
No one would know how to proceed.

By all means — flirt with me.
But stop sending mixed signals.
Don’t you hate it when people send mixed signals?
Justyn Huang Oct 2019
It's always beautiful
as usual
waking up to you
in the morning.

Closed eyes, tucked in
looking for you
as fresh rays
break day, and we
toss and we turn
feeling limb by limb

Leaning over to kiss
you awake
coming to know
first light
by your smile
when.
Another sweet nothing - for a girl haha
Justyn Huang Jan 2019
I'm never alone
with a mirror
Not if you talk to yourself
Justyn Huang Jan 2019
This sentence has no meaning.
I might as well rip it
from my notebooks
And my mind.

How pompous of me
to believe meaning
could ever be constructed
from Nothing.

Nothing by all means.
Is this existential? I'm writing it for a certain type of audience.  It's in line with my whole suicide prevention ideas - or trying to convince people that they have self worth when they feel nothing at all.
Justyn Huang Sep 2018
What zen
would then
have me
be, at
peace
with I?

Myself
the wealth
of all
the world
inside.
Justyn Huang Nov 2018
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”

No Nut November is a cultural movement observed around the world where Men attempt to prevent themselves from ******* for the whole 30 days of November
Justyn Huang Jan 2019
When you left
there were no words
or meaning

Just endless piles of dictionaries.
Justyn Huang Oct 2018
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?
This one's about how some girls I've dated in the city get real worked up if you don't get physical with them after a few dates and/or if they sleep over and you don't do sh*t w/ them...
Justyn Huang Nov 2018
I'm yours
To be
******
Loved and
Broken
All the same,

If you're not the one
at least Be the one worth
Remembering.
Harder, babe <3
Justyn Huang Nov 2018
Got over her by going under.
6 word short. Getting over your ex. Get depressed, but get over it too.
Justyn Huang Dec 2018
my Father planted
the seed, yet
I
reaped
The flower.

What kind of
Garden
shall we sow?
Family generation cultures
Justyn Huang Sep 2018
Do the roots of tomorrow
ever grow in delay?
Worry not if the
Flower
Will bloom in a day
Tree metaphors
Justyn Huang Sep 2019
If each person is a Universe,
then self-exploration is a
journey
visiting your own planets
that we can learn to understand
each other by.
Self-exploration is a journey
Justyn Huang Nov 2018
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.
WIP? idk If I should expand.
Justyn Huang Oct 2018
The smaller the ****
Nah that's it, seriously-
I'm not ******* you!

#SmallDickEnergy
A joke to compliment the small ***** ones prior - from the women's POV
Justyn Huang Oct 2018
Smaller the *******
The bigger the brains, just go
Ask any Asian
**** them asian girls
Justyn Huang Mar 2019
Someone is richer
Someone is prettier
Someone is smarter
Someone is stronger
Someone is better
Someone is more

But no one else is as ****** up as you are.
And that’s why you are special
PLOT TWIST
Justyn Huang Nov 2018
The best place
for a Mind is in
Space.
aka let it wander
Justyn Huang Dec 2019
Give a man some straw
to build a bridge,
and he will find a way
to mend brittleness for his
Family to cross.

But give a man cement
and the foundation will be lazy
Resourcefulness
Justyn Huang Oct 2018
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;
This poem posted with one of my parkour videos on my instagram. Basically about giving things a shot, trying no matter what it is at or for.
Justyn Huang Jun 2019
Maybe I have sweet lips?
Or maybe you've never met
A guy whose first wanted to
touch you with his words,
speaking through our Souls
swapping ideas, or letting
Our personalities into the bedroom before
Our bodies.
Justyn Huang Sep 2018
I'm
so
thankful
that
everything
I
read
on
the
Internet
is
True
Including this poem.
Justyn Huang Sep 2019
“How heavy is the light you carry?”
, asked the kid.

The light itself weighs nothing
but is easily seen by all:
the good, the bad, the wandering
and eventually touches everyone
which makes it an easy target.

To bear the light, one must
wander through the consequence of their own desires.
Everyone can spot the light easily,
but darkness masks itself in many forms.
Eventually every individual is chosen at some point
in their lives to seek their true path.
But they must navigate the dark on their own.

The Universe has no wrong timing either.
They send each soul out when they are supposed to go.
But everyone encounters different things.
Some see dragons, others see pigs, or even
the shadows of ghosts - but in dealing with these,
each is granted their own weapon of choice
Which is sharpened and made stronger with each foe they slay.

Everyone is matched with monsters the
same size of their bravery and no one is pitted
against the things they cannot overcome.
It is believed to be of highest honors when
an individual is chosen to journey, and
during this time the people closest to them
must let go. Friends and family look away,
and the more they hold on, the longer it takes.

“What about those colorful stripes? How
did you get those?”, the kid asked tracing
the edges of colors that decorated the light bearer.

Oh these? Every time someone loses a battle
and falls to the darkness, they are marked with
a bright color - making them more easily spotted
by their enemies and must start over.

But every time they start over they have
gained the wisdom of practicality to navigate
the darkness better and begin glowing a hue brighter.

“Oh that’s really cool! You remind me of a
colorful Zebra and feel like a Daddy to me!
I’ll call you ZADDY!”

Oh, gawd. Please don’t facepalm

“When I grow up I want to be as colorful as you!”

Ah, for your sake I hope you keep your one true color.
A bush rustles nearby
Quick, look! There’s a shiny bulbasaur over there!
Let’s go catch it!!

And the light bearer flings parts of himself upon the ground
illuminating a glowing path for all that wander nearby to see.

"Everyday is like walking on magical rainbows with you"
A short story.
Justyn Huang Feb 2019
The Lover is a conqueror
whose name is once everyone's
as they search the faces
of strangers for pieces of
themself, in mountains,
in valleys, ‘til the edges of earth
crumbles at someone like You,
the Lover is never another
late comer to your bed
but instead
will lay down their life
To rest as time tries to search
for surrender and finality by
looking inside some meaning and
some conflict and some tender harsh
romping for the Lover never gives
Up too easily to know,

Love is a death
Love is a slumber
Love is to be taken
Love is to be lost

Love is what the conqueror
Could not fend off.
Justyn Huang Oct 2018
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;
An explanation as to why people make jokes out of trauma
Justyn Huang Sep 2018
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
This was my first absurd poem
Justyn Huang Feb 2019
The ways I love you
by~

Everyday I wake to you
is the first day of school
let me learn your name and
say it til the psalms of our souls
are well written and worn.

For every tear you cry
A river rushes in me
For every smile that peaks
A sunrise in my eye
For every waft of hair
A windmill churns and
For every heart of that beat
Those three words I live for:

“Send nudes please”
Welcome to February, *******
Justyn Huang Dec 2018
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"
The poem I flashed on my video for my Shanghai Teleportation backflip on instagram.
Justyn Huang Feb 2019
Why do Lovers always love
at the set of Sun?

Like why can't they Love at
the tick of a clock or
the flushing of toilets?

A clock ticks far more often
In One Day
and a toilet is home to a whole
Host of Colors

I will Love you at every flush
of the hand past nine, and
I will Love you at every slip
of the bowel past time.

Wholly heck, I'm hella romantic
doe--
Just a ramble
Justyn Huang Jan 2019
If one tries too hard to be deep
They end up stuck--
In the basement
Downstairs
DEEP AF
Justyn Huang Nov 2018
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.
Justyn Huang Dec 2018
When I can't tell if
My underwear is
clean or not,
I sniff it. But
regardless
of the smell
I still wear
it anyways
since my
*** always
be so
Fine.
Just a joke-ish kinda thing - there are so many serious poems out there lmaooo.
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