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 Jan 2018 Michael Pham
Bill
Haiku 16
 Jan 2018 Michael Pham
Bill
Our modern fears
Foolish, man-made, imposed fear
The stress can **** us
 Jan 2018 Michael Pham
Bill
Haiku 17
 Jan 2018 Michael Pham
Bill
Trusted sharing thoughts,
So soon can turn to silence,
When trust is broken
 Jan 2018 Michael Pham
Bill
Haiku 24
 Jan 2018 Michael Pham
Bill
How does one cope with
Permanence of suffering
When only human
 Jan 2018 Michael Pham
KDM
Not Alone
 Jan 2018 Michael Pham
KDM
Space may give you a shelter,

& time may hold your tears.

Silence may carry your burdens,

& your conscience may listen to your fears.

Solitude may bring you temporary comfort,

& you may fight this war for years.

Your mind may try to deceive you,

& decisions may seem unclear.

If you find yourself doubting,

worrying for all that you hold near,

there is one thing you must promise to remember,

no matter who proves to be insincere.

Through the good times & the bad times,

we will never veer.

You will never truly be alone.

Not while we share the same biosphere.
Imagine a world,
Where love is pollution.
If there's a problem,
Hate’s the solution.

Imagine a world,
Where dreams are faded,
Passion is destroyed,
Souls are raided.

Imagine a world,
Where souls never meet,
Attraction means nothing,
Only their needs.

Imagine a world,
Where hope is the loser,
Pride is the victor,
Later is sooner.

Imagine a world,
Where creativity is nothing,
Useless unless it,
Turns people to money.

Imagine a world,
Where eyes never meet,
Love is forever lost,
Souls never bring.

Imagine a world,
Where no is forever,
Affections change,
As much as the weather.

Imagine a world,
Where money’s everything,
Nobody's sharing,
Everyone's keeping.

Imagine a world,
Where nature's extinct,
Nobody's heard of,
A bird's feathered wings.
Hoping this will never become real...
 Jan 2018 Michael Pham
lu
words
 Jan 2018 Michael Pham
lu
I FELL IN LOVE
WITH SOMEONE
TODAY.
I HAVE NEVER MET
THEM NOR TALKED TO THEM
BUT MY HEART
IS CAPTIVATED BY
THE WAY HE WRITES.
I DON’T KNOW ANYTHING  
ABOUT HIM.
IS HE IN A RELATIONSHIP?
IS HE EVEN INTO GIRLS?
WHAT IS HIS FAVORITE COLOR,
AND DOES HE PREFER COFFEE OR TEA?
I KNOW HE WILL READ THIS.
HE READS ALL OF MY WORK.
I KNOW HE WILL LOOK OVER THIS
AND NOT REALIZE I AM WRITING
ABOUT HIM.
BUT IF YOU HAPPEN TO
REALIZE THIS IS FOR
YOU,
PLEASE DON’T BE SCARED
TO LET ME KNOW.
I WILL NEVER HAVE THE GUTS TO SAY
HELLO.
Her eyes
begged him to stop.
Her mouth could make no
sound.
But in her mind,
she was screaming.
She didn’t want this.
But when he asked her if she liked it,
she answered yes.
 Jan 2018 Michael Pham
gabriela
fold
 Jan 2018 Michael Pham
gabriela
i've been seeing ghosts for
as long as i can remember now.
they sit idly on my bed,
              making small talk with
the skeletons who play poker
on my closet floor.
they call. flush, straight,
empty hands as the cards fall through
the gaps between their fingers.
together they brush worries
out of my hair, one by one.
they have nothing else to do,
                      and neither do i.

as strands of my hair are
placed gently behind my ear.
they speak to me,
but mostly among themselves.
"i can't tell you when it gets better, kid.
i can't tell you if it ever does."
it's comfy here.
Tears and water are similar
but have dissimilar
tastes.
Food for thought...
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