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The voice was snow crunching
Beneath my feet
Early February
And leaves were wheeling over,

Fresh cut grass
It was rain tiptoeing
In spring,
It’s as gentle as breeze.

Breathe in the air
Bend like the reeds
Let the razors take their place
But neither be empty
Nor full of tons of mist.

Forever I shall wait
Let you be the groom
Our hearts shall be engaged
Not by the golden or silver rings that last
But by the binding of eternal life.

Then, I shall say, “Yes, I love you too,”

(2/21/14 @xirlleelang)
The red circled thing
Owned the hands of time
It stopped and ogled at me
Our eyes met, and he snubbed.

He is vital to me
That I can’t live
Without even looking at him
The space he knows,
And I was left dumbfounded how he knows.

He owned the twelve sections
Clinched it with glass,
I thought he’s atypical
For his hands were not two but three
Now, I’m baffled of his identity.

He was quiet for days
But I needed him somehow
I wish to own him ceaselessly
But he’s running to fast.

Even if he’s staggered
He’s still making his shift
Working for others
Wouldn’t stop at any moment.

Farewell my friend,
I disgust it, gazing at you
My calendar was so rigid, so tight
Then you left me at night
Adieu, owner of time!

(2/21/14 @xirlleelang)
Simple thought.
Beautifully phrased random line.
Expansion on simple thought,
No rhyming.

Abstract theory,
Troubling question.

Simple thought
Pretty words
Really abstract thought that doesn’t belong!
Super elusive sentence structure
Less invasive thought.

In Starbucks,
Something overheard
From the people next to you
“Simple thought”
Again, “simple thought”
“Pretty word(s).”

Super confusing theory
To leave reader with no choice
But to call this poem a masterpiece.
I dunno what thoughts are here,
But the Master was the real master.

(2/19/13 @xirlleelang)
A worthless instrument filled with sentiment
That is what I wana  take
From when I thoroughly become benevolent.

I yearn a reminder of a version
Of myself where I don’t have piercing eyes
Or a cold body
Or a stifling loathe of beings similar to myself
Or a need to curl up to a ball when pens *****

Ah fornicate this I can’t write anymore

There’s a hope buried in me
It multiplies like bamboo shoots entangling
It says grow thorns, be turgid
It says pop horns, stay frigid.

I walk down the corridor
Constantly defying myself
I’m one character I think
Am I?

(2/19/14 @xirlleelang)
Hard-headed peers
Bouncing brains off each other.

A symphony of organs
Blasting through the mess –
That is your thoughts.

When hearts crash,
Love flashes by.
Only for a visit –-
Leaving euphoria behind.

These eyes,
Those lips can never tell a lie.
For in fairy tales,
Honesty doesn’t exists.

I wonder, I ponder
Why children miss out
On the cornerstone of maximum life.
Treat this world like a game,
And found themselves get played.

Tell me why.
Why they dance with the spades?
But forgot the hearts
Of the enchanted cards of plays.

Why randomized such thoughts?
To where their psyches rule in..
The vision has perished
Dreams bumping with each other,
Failing the other persona.

To lose hope means to die
The dream has shattered
The fluid became one
The facade has closed,
Memories were shuttered.

(2/19/14 @xirlleelang)
You gave me the resolve that I needed
And the strength
To believe I was worth it.

Now my foundation is crumbling in the spot –
The one you once occupied.

Slowly
My rock has turned to dust
And i’m falling down
To the ground,
Back to the place where you found me.

Before you built me up,
Made me taller
Than other skyscrapers
Surrounding me.

I don’t think anyone else
Has the right tools
To make me solid again,
To rebrand me
But my belief was firm
That one day,
The Great One shall restore me.

(22/19/13 @xirlleelang)
Let free your internal conflicts
That the maze of misdirection
Direct you, miss, to amaze us.

Silence your doubts,
But only for a moment
For a differing of opinions
Will lead you further
Than the casual assent.

So when life sweeps you off your feet
Hold the edge of your seat tightly
Because this plane is on a non-stop flight.

To the plains of success
Where prosperity prospers
And despair falters
To know it is beaten.

(2/19/14 @xirlleelang)
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