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Aria of Midnight Oct 2014
I've always pondered
the emotions behind delivering
a confession of love.

A friendship ruined;
interminable pain
rejection suffered

Somehow, my heart is lighter
Rays of sunshine linger
instead of fading
into the night.

*I don't regret it.
Aria of Midnight Sep 2014
When somebody watches television
the blur of noises, visuals and sounds flashing
through their mind and eyes,
my heart breaks.

It's an oddity
but people watching television
reminds me of words--
loneliness, monotonous, numb--
trapped in a bubble of emptiness,
feeding off external non-human interaction
to somehow stop the pain.
This is a rather strange, personal poem. Whenever I see people watch television --alone, mind you, not with family-- I feel so sad. Perhaps this is an only child thing: when I was younger, I was glued to the television, but mostly to drown my constant loneliness. It was more an escape because I had nothing else.
Aria of Midnight Sep 2014
together we stroll
misty foothpaths reflecting
our empty, sad smiles
Aria of Midnight Sep 2014
I like words.
I like watching them
f
   a
       l
           l
together
m e l d i n g    i n t o
                   one
large collection
of feelings
thoughts, emotions,
               d
           r         e
       a      m       s
and stories
that you whisper
before I drift
                      to
                          sleep.
A small visual poem. :)
First one I've ever tried! So fun; must try more.
Aria of Midnight Sep 2014
On a comfortable breezy evening,
my mum converses with her sister via Skype
exchanging quirky tales

They broach the subject of her lemon tree.

"It's the most peculiar case;
it was growing so divinely
until, suddenly, it stopped."

Silence. Then the punchline:

"Reminded me of your daughter."

They exchange hoots of laughter
Meanwhile, I sit in the corner
arms folded, eyebrows knitted
unamused
An actual true story. "How rude," I remembered thinking, but ended up smiling anyway. Family --I forgive them so easily. But still, it was a pretty heavy burn; I grew at an exceptional rate in fifth grade and then just... stopped.
Aria of Midnight Sep 2014
Lilacs bloom; birds sing
sunlight falls--
enlightening these
blank pages
I seem to like the word "sunlight" a lot --it's a beautiful word. Such heavy symbolism --light, optimism, brightness-- in a 8 letters.
Aria of Midnight Sep 2014
The prospect of reaching happiness--
this intrinsic desire can never be attained
unless we change our definition

Happiness is me;
everything I am
everything I have
right now

I am happy.
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