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f Apr 2022
he plays with my love
with the strings of his bow
it makes such a precise sound
consistently on pitch

he moves his hands
inch-perfect on strings
each tune a new sorrow
each string used
more infatuated then before
i love the sound of music, especially the violin. it always makes my heart stop and sing, on the highest pitch. it feels like floating
f Feb 2022
from my new york window,
i can see tall structures,
see snowfall upon green rust,
tiny ants move busily on jobs,
with their lives, missing rides,
all of this from a glass wall.

from my new york window,
i can find peace.
if it means staring at life moving,
playing a one-person game

is new york always this quiet at night,
the stars not shining as bright?
does their light not burn through dark stone?
or bring out the best in all?
new york, new york
where are you?
where are your wonderful parties?
where have you been?

from my new york window,
i can tell its faint outside
where are your constellations?
they used to move around your city
i miss when they were nebulas
just starting to explore the world
i was never like a ball of fire
so eager to be thriving
so ready to leave being an atom,
joining molecules, being compounds

new york, do you miss me?
do you remember our memories?
of us in the snow, looking above, making angels,
talking about how life would never be enough?
new york, don't you remember,
you and i being friends, singing together?
new york, you don't remember me
because i was never there,
i have never been to your magnificent city.
you are for all the big lights, the huge suns
i was never made to be a fireball,
never so much one to live a free life
new york, don't miss me
I'm not worthy of being so precious like your sky.
i never was, i never will.
new york, my best wishes to you,
don't forget me,
when you don't know me well.
in the third stanza, im talking about new york during the pandemic.
f Jan 2022
warriors did not build
there barriers to be broken
made with a brave stone  
no push could penetrate

were an army of 86
to pull its length,
its fall would cause eruptions.
the land would be calm
never to experience destruction

where did they come from?
why do they build blocks?
how does an army dare
to divide the great wall?
my walls are my study block. i cant get myself to study for anything and I have my exams coming up. nice poem I got out of it.
f Jan 2022
music helps me feel
my blood flowing
it brings back my life
when I'm frostbitten

the lyrics I hear
makes my heartbeat
makes my breath low
makes my love fly
I wish I could be
like that all the time
because when the tune dies
all I hear is my head go
"where is your love for him?
did it die too, darling?"
im scared.
f Nov 2021
a cornified layer of skin
love bites that mark me as yours
thoughts can't be said in person
we're on our own now
it will be a test for when we meet
have we been playing around
or are you serious?
what do u get when you peel dead skin? the secrets underneath.
f Nov 2021
the glass shatters
beyond repair & recognition
does one being to fear
or smile?
f Nov 2021
as your lips move on mine
my mind understood your tongue
you're the cure of my thoughts
the only one I can trust with my love
you can make me happy
and you would try anything to
this is why I love you
you'd fight for my dreams if I let go
you'd fight me if I were hopeless
this life has given me one good thing
and I'm grateful it's you.
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