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Michael Duong Jul 2018
a spiraling mess of heated arguments and jealous remarks
who knew you would make me feel this way
all broken, battered and bruised
A ship that has sailed stormy seas
and explored the dangers of the world
only to be toppled by the frozen tower of your words
that we both knew was coming
but couldn't avoid

the ship crashed
and with that all my treasure came sinking
to the bottom of the ocean
i told you i had loved you to the bottom of your heart
but nothing really comes out there does it?
i had lost what i had collected
i had lost me

now i spend my time on an island
washed up from our wreckage
i feel lonely and used
a man that has explored an isolate island
only to die all alone
i knew it was coming
i didn't want to avoid it
  Dec 2015 Michael Duong
•i've depleted my font,
my creative well•for each
day passed, with a story to tell
•staining white and barren land-
scapes•by sculpting my words into
myriad shapes•from factory fumes to
a wedding ring•an ominous tombstone
to a flash of lightning•an hourglass to track
elapsing time•the untold story behind a loved

                   nursery rhyme•            |  
                   with this i conc-             |  
                lude my 30 day run          o  
•it's been quite a stretch but
all in good fun•rest assured that
more will come when the time is
right•for now i'll turn off my
bedside lamp and bid
you all a goodnight•

Concrete Poem 30 of 30

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Michael Duong Dec 2015
Our lands collided, a volcano formed
our love built up until it erupted
messy and destructive our love burnt on
depositing our emotions on the desolate lands
our emotions nurtured the seeds
the seeds you had planted as we danced
dancing our dance of two we left our trail
our trail of memories, happiness and pain

As time went on the eruptions ceased
our love had ran its course
the forest grew and grew
but you were no longer there
lonely and frustrated I burnt it all down
you were meant to be there with me
in our forest, but you're not here
you're with him, a guy who loves with anger
while i loved you unconditionally
our love was eternal

The forest grew back...
you're still not here
I've explored every crevasse in our forest
there's no signs of you no more
but I still see you in our trees
in every river that flows
I still miss you
because after all this time i finally learnt
that any forest that's burnt down
will only grow back stronger
  Jul 2015 Michael Duong
sanch kay
think of all the people you've ever met,
and all the conversations that have ever left an impact on you.
think of all the thoughts that those words prompted in you,
and all the actions they led to,
which went and touched more people than you can count.
innumerable words and thoughts,
little cosmic representations of the
souls of people touching us
your life is forever and inexplicably interconnected with a million others.
forever intertwined, forever in tandem; forever solitary.
  Jul 2015 Michael Duong
What if flowers bloom in fire & glass-jars?

Perhaps, in muted sunshine, melding with peaks of incandescence & fire-flies, something indestructible will be left.
Hello you, you & you!
  Jul 2015 Michael Duong
Blame is a highly, highly strange thing.
Latching onto anything, it sews itself into the weak, the strong, the inbetweeners.

{Like fire-flies to light. Vice-versa. }

Simply because the world needs a bad guy.

In the same way, we need good hearts.
Hihi you, you & you!
I began a new journal for stories & such, and it feels beyond invigorating. Eeeek.
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