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Lilian Vector Sep 26
Oh, to be so bold
So young,
With your red,
Hair down
Casted by sunlight,
I wish
I could be you
Oh to be young,
And In love
With life
To you.
Lady Bird Soundtrack for inspiration and the afternoon air.
On the spot writing.
Sep 4 · 115
I had quite forgot
How to dance
Is it to retrace
Back the steps,
The sway of my own hands
Outstretch my boney fingertips
Extend the movement of my tiny feet
Towards the rhythm
Of this empty glass room
4 versions of me
Staring from within.

Yet, as I open my clammy lips,
An echo
Would fill
Yet pass me
I would be singing then,
Not of familiar words
But a stranger's
I cannot retrace
Any old version of me
In the past

Tightly blinded
A sudden outcast
From the present [me]
Yet, where am I?

I'd like to adore
The 4 me's
Inside this existent
Trying to write a decent poem after a 3 year hiatus.
Aug 31 · 268
9 January
Lilian Vector Aug 31
A kitten’s paw clings to more than skin
And shivers and snuggles in deep
The poet pays in beats of the heart
To see in her eyes himself asleep.
First date.
Aug 4 · 175
Uncouth Youth
Ye all rose-colored and plum lipped beauties, (a)
Your skins, pale like snow, soft and roughened worn, (b)
In contrast betwixt the ancient deities, (a)
Thy eyes a golden daffodil on the morn. (b)
Yet ye beauties, thus hiding in facades, (c)
Thy hearts brimming with artless emotions, (d)
Hands pulling out hair on sensitive heads, (c)
As tears filled your eyes with somber notions. (d)
You are all full of fiery passion: yet (e)
What sacrifices must be taken still? (f)
To what length do this foreboding skies meet? (e)
Fair youth, you see, life offers us a thrill. (f)
Youth is when dreams breathe life’s hue golden (g)
Wasted, won and lost, again and again. (g)
“All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts.”
- William Shakespeare -
Aug 4 · 530
"Goodbye my love, we'll meet again under the cherry blossom tree."

"The wind rustles and whispers to me, the songs of the fated."

"If only the mountain Gods were ever generous, our feet would gladly lead us the same path."

"The red sea would surely separate, wave by wave."

"Again my love, the rain may falter, my tears come in streams of a waterfall."
Japanese poems are songs of nature.
Aug 4 · 459
I stood there
Eye to eye
Waiting for you
To spread open your legs
And up
Your skirt
Full of trades
Beyond what I could
hope [*****] for.
A sea of people, to choose from.
Aug 4 · 195
The Starman
He whispered
"The Supernovae
will strike
your thick bones
your tiny fingers
your frail body
it will wake
onto you."

He murmurs
with teeth-gnashing
hands clenching
"The Supernova
with pale-blue
showers and purifies
one by one
even my
Type 1 and 2 (Supernova)
Aug 3 · 37

I masterfully await
For the receding line
To see that
To be awake
Is not to be ashamed
Nor it is a proud move
Of the chess master.

— The End —