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 Apr 2019 m lang
Alex Teng
Habit
 Apr 2019 m lang
Alex Teng
You've asked me to quit smoking.
But cigarette is the only thing that don't quit me,
You did.
 Feb 2019 m lang
C P X
tremors
 Feb 2019 m lang
C P X
My trust is as delicate as tissue paper and as rare as a blood moon
And though I hesitate to admit that you have
The uncanny ability
To make my intestines quiver like a basilisk emerging from centuries of
Dreams into a dull reality where you are the only treasure
And though you have the disturbing power
To slow down my genius so greatly I am deceived into the belief
That coffee is now the only remedy to quicken my mind

So instead of numerals and reasoning
I think along the lines of your face in a quaint cafe
Designed to calm my sinister doubts
And though you have the incredible aptness
To warm my frozen heart just enough
To feel the tremors of time that pulse
In a unique frequency only I can recognize

And though I think you saw it all along
I refuse to surrender
As if pain is something I could prevent by holding joy at arms length
But in all honesty I really do believe we're in the same happy boat doomed to capsize on some invisible glacier
And uncompleted sorrows still ravage my imagination
 Jan 2018 m lang
vanessa ann
this is a tale
of two star-crossed lovers
with a love so powerful
they tainted the heavens
with bursts of colours

they were never meant to be;
mischievous little kids
finding love in sinful glee
in laughter, between dreams and reality

and though it was lawless,
they found solace
because in every prison,
they found a rhyme and a reason

but even for a love so great,
they could not escape
the fates’ wrath and envy

destiny pulled on their threads
cut them loose, thrusted them into misery;
for their memories were wiped clean,
but feelings remained as strong as they had ever been

the boy exiled in a far off land
across the pacific sea
the girl trapped in her need to break free
in a realm both boring and bland

ensnared in a labyrinth of woe
the lovers yearned for anything—
for something, for someone,
to obliterate this endless longing

the gods answered them
in the form of two loved ones
polished in every edge,
a perfect someone

but perfect felt too perfect
and not perfect enough
to fill up the hole
left by a perfectly imperfect

until one day the gods whispered
for the winds to push the two
and the birds to tug at their sleeves
over mountain and sea
even through the darkest valley
so their paths would finally meet

and so they did.

in the flurry of a moment
a pair of brown eyes met
and time was frozen
once more

the two stared intently
as if remembering a broken melody
a lost childhood song
branded as a wrong

the birds fluttered and flew
taking the cursed red fibre
snipped them in two
and the lovers felt all the lighter

it was the girl who spoke first:
“**** the stars.
i don’t want perfect,
i want you.”


eyes dazzling, the boy nodded:
“we’ll invert the universe—
the night sky a blank white
the stars pitch black
the earth moving in reverse”


the fates saw and surrendered
as the stars began to wither
for this love is love
in all its splendor

so the lovers walked away with a promise
under their breaths, they both swore:
“i lost you once,
but nevermore.”



they say no one can rewrite the stars,
so i propose we orchestrate supernovas.
 Dec 2017 m lang
anon
titled
 Dec 2017 m lang
anon
this poem
has a title
so that all who read it
know
that this poem has a meaning

because without something to reference
a name
or a title
things are left behind

just like me
in all the years
i tried to remain
untitled

rather

anonymous

untitled people
like me
are given no
second glances
no
first chances
no
social advances

nothing

left behind
like a poem
without
a name

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