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 Sep 2018 Krizhe Ming
Virtuous
Stories are an interesting concept
A series of events that connect as a whole
With different characters, settings, and worlds
Some so iconic that they get passed down from
Generation to generation and survive the eraser
That is called time
They move and inspire us
Pull on on our heart strings like an instrument
The music pulling tears from our eyes
I live in a world of white pages and black ink
But never is it void of color
 Sep 2018 Krizhe Ming
Daiene
i love travelling at night
makes me feel like i could write
pieces of melodies that could make me
hold on tight
at every wonder that's in sight.
i tried

My father said believe in nothing
My mother told me everyone will do you wrong
I thought to be taught a wise lesson
Sang along this song for far too long
Wasn't sure I'd know how to forget
or how to move on

My father cried only once
My mother never stopped her tears
Are we just vessels to be filled
with our forerunners' endless fears
Of a life that is begging to be lived
Just to be dead on arrival at the piers

My aunt said do what's asked of you
In the end no one could tell me how it's done
I jumped off the boat of broken ones
and got washed up at distant shores unknown
Though since then I saw many bright suns
never has anything clear been shown

Endless days of wondering
endless ways to go on pretending
always kneedeep in my head, always pondering
and how fiercely I'd like to be defending
the fragile insides of my chest but I let them keep plundering
hearts and hopes are constantly breaking and mending

To this shell I'm bound
for now my heart is cold and my ghost is still
in awe of what I haven't found
sitting on my mind's windowsill
wishing for a wind of change. May it be profound.
 Sep 2018 Krizhe Ming
Isabelle
a woman named Tomorrow
sits in the future
takes her time
as she awaits for her love
named Yesterday
little did she know that
Yesterday is gone
little did she know that
Yesterday is past
little did she know that
what is past... is gone...
tomorrow will never meet yesterday
 Sep 2018 Krizhe Ming
Madison
Every time

You come near me

You kiss me

Then leave

Taking part of me

With you.
A little piece I did a few years back, before I actually started pursuing poetry seriously. It seems a little plain, but the subject matter makes it a bit humorous, I suppose.
 Sep 2018 Krizhe Ming
JL Smith
Your voice shakes,
But speak loudly
Your hands hesitate,
Though write proudly
Your thoughts linger,
So, ask profoundly
Your feet wander,
Seek devoutly
Your spirit differs,
Embrace oddity
Your heart aches
Yet, love constantly

© JL Smith
 Sep 2018 Krizhe Ming
Traveler
The world around me, so lost in chaos
I wonder what this day shall bring
Perhaps tragedy or heart throbbing sorrow
Perhaps plan old-fashioned suffering

I wonder where you’ll be tomorrow
For today I’m forced to let you go
The center of my world's gone missing
Deeper than my Poet soul

I send these messages via telepathy
And hope someway that you might hear
I send my love via angels
Who touch my pain and disappear

Vanished now our unresolved love
Broken now my forgotten soul
All my knowledge and all my wisdom
All adds up to letting go...
Traveler Tim
 Sep 2018 Krizhe Ming
Kimberly
Perhaps I’ll never love
The way I read books
That all consuming
Maddening
“You are my life now”
Kind of true love

Maybe I’ll never fall
The way I listen to music
The way you become
So lost in a song
You feel what you hear
You believe without seeing

Sometimes it’s a steady ticking
Constantly worrying
Never actually caring
“You’re young you’ll find someone”
Plus every other versions of this saying

Other times it’s a storm
This tsunami of doubt washing out
Every last bit of hope
Like water, instead of making it float
It’s sinking the boat
If you’re never really lucky generally
When it comes to love
Why the flippity flop would you be?
Why does true love feel like it’s only for people who are extremely lucky?
 Sep 2018 Krizhe Ming
Virtuous
Numb
 Sep 2018 Krizhe Ming
Virtuous
It was loud
So
Very
Loud
The wind pushed me to the ground
As it howled like a pack of wolves in the night
Ready to hunt and devour its prey
It was cold
So
Very
Cold
The rain flooding down
Sending a chill through my frail skin
And straight to my even more fragile heart
It was dark
So
Very
Dark
So real that I could FEEl it
Hovering over me
Waiting for me to break
But I'm not so easily taken
It was terrifying
So
Very
Terrifying
The only thing louder than this storm
The beating of my heart
Like drums of war
Pacing themselves
Faster
And
Faster
Until ...
It stops
All coming to a screeching halt
Turns out the only thing I feared more than the storm
Was complete and numbing silence
A ringing in my ears
And haze over my eyes
Everything is black and white
Void of color and sound
Im not cold or scared
Im not anything at all
Is this what it feels like to go numb?
I used to battle depression and at one point went numb. This is how I know how to explain the feeling best. I'm in a much better place now. And I like to let people know that there is hope and a light at the end of the tunnel. Push through and keep fighting <3 and when needed ask for help.
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