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Ming Sep 2021
Tied on a rope
Voluntarily
The beginning was steered
By none other than me
I gave permission
For I never did learn
Or maybe for a matter of fact
I had learnt to yearn
So much so
My soul became fugitive
With a fear to hold
And nothing to keep
And despite being
A Lover Of Love
I went away
From what kept me gay
Legs that could not last long
On horizontal land
Suddenly had the brawn
To bring me where I had planned
And where I wanted
Was to be faraway
From the warmness and comfort
That was always kept at bay
The said comfort
That only love brings
A song that only
Love could sing
As my eyes swell up
I realised that day
That for a Lover of Love
That is such a foolish thing to say
Sep 2021 · 46
What's Right
Ming Sep 2021
Towards the right
A delight
But the light that reflected off it
It blinds me
The people rest
However they may
In a singular fashion
The crows gathered in more than 1
They shuffle
We co-exist
I think the branches fell
With its falling it made a sound
That went along so well with
The wind that became notes
Through the miniature holes up above punctured into the rustling trees
Commuting past me
The people
I don’t remember a single face
The people I had passed by today
I had already forgotten
Under a shaded bench
I asked my friend
If she was doing fine
I wanted to know
But only until I decided it was time to go
The meter was running afterall
I had to return what I had borrowed
I’m sorry
My feet carries me
And it is my feet that I will follow
Jun 2021 · 39
Me
Ming Jun 2021
Me
Holding onto
Something
The fear of falling
Engulfs me
I am running
Forward at full speed
But it seems I’m only
Walking
I search for fancy words
To express how I’m feeling
But maybe the fancy words
Are the ones keeping me
From keeping things simple
My Life, at peace
Free and secured I was
I was not defined
I was just being
To be was my salvation
But now it seems
I am looking elsewhere
I am forgetting my stance
I am forgetting me
I don’t want to forget me
May 2021 · 51
Cycle
Ming May 2021
When streams are ripe and swelled with rain
Someday when I feel less in pain
I will come around again
Mar 2021 · 765
Yomiuriland Station
Ming Mar 2021
My shoes **** as I trudge down a seamlessly cemented road. The floor, only slightly lighter than the colour Black. Launching into the wide road where the sky more daringly shows itself, the sun, too, exhibits its colour hue. I can see the reflection of orange in you. The sound of cars are not evident but they exist. The traffic light goes green and the rhythm of its beeping escalates in what seems like less than its promised seconds. 5 steps into the humble gantry I have reached Yomiuriland Station. I buy my morning beverage for 100¥. I think of nothing in that repeated moment while fixing my eyes on the orange-reflected clock.
How I remember Tokyo's Yomiuriland Station
Mar 2021 · 292
A Bit Of The Other
Ming Mar 2021
I arch my back
Tightened
My balance misplaced
My vision shut
Everything seems cold on the outside
But above my anatomy
In between you and me
It feels cordial
Invisible
Entrancing
Less than a hundred
But feels like a tonnage
Pressed into the surface
Soft
I plunge
Greeted abruptly by a wet warm
Surface
My sight shutters
1 second to the next
Each view is the same but
Feels like a brand new day
With every blink I grasp
Unbending my framework
Senses heightened
I am Embraced
On the Inside and Out
I am filled
With a said tangible joy
I never felt better
the feeling of being embraced violently
Jan 2021 · 768
You are right for me
Ming Jan 2021
The things I used to say
About Time
All my preconceived notions
Like salt in water
They dematerialise

You are right for me

Like ripples forming in stale water
In perfect rhythm
Not because they have to
But because it just is

You are right for me
Jan 2021 · 269
5 seconds beside you
Ming Jan 2021
Every inch of my body
Rubs off against the soft comforter
I sink in
My warm surface
Cancels off the cold sheets
We eventually merge into one
It is now me

I look at your skin
But only know how soft it feels upon touch
Disbelief
We can’t see the sun
We are in a box
It’s quiet but I hear your thoughts

And in this moment
I’d ask for no end
But even the grounds we step on
Can’t promise it will not be reduced to rubble

I’d say I love you
But you already know
And even if you don’t
I hope you would eventually come to know

Words
Actions
Breath
Touch
Gaze

I await you to gain consciousness again
That 5 seconds was unexpectedly long
Lying unconscious next to you
Jun 2020 · 214
Longing
Ming Jun 2020
Your voice and its vibrations
It hit me like a Hurricane

The Highs and Lows
Like an untuned arpeggio

Your erratic sound
They call Laughter
I call a Melody

The state of being
In the same confinement
Churns my seventh sense

Your absence gifts
Yours truly
A floating sensation like
My heart hitting the bottom of my stomach
Without violence
A gradual sinking

For my mind is situated somewhere
Other than here

My heart aches for every
Moment
I want to archive
But am absent for

I am but
A sitting duck in panic
That my extant
Will be forgotten

I am but
A lady in Blue
Only donning that colour
So the skies won't forget me
Please don't forget me.
Jun 2020 · 555
Way Back Home
Ming Jun 2020
I swallowed my saliva
Desiccated air
It was darker than the city
At urban’s edges pretty
First Prize Second
The ringer goes off in sequence
The theme park illuminated
Not with lights but with
The smell of anticipation
Holding our own
Felt like holding someone else’s
Our footsteps
Loud but drummed to the beat of another it paces
The Crusaders mediated
A brawling debut
Of words at the brim
Of our throats in disputes
Our silence
Unlike the night
Was warmer than an Afghan
20 kilometres felt like 2
When I am walking alongside
Hand not in hand
Alongside with you
A recollection of a night walk home with a newly made friend that I will remember forever. "Way Back Home" is a song by The Crusaders, it was the song we were listening to.
Jun 2020 · 1.1k
I Found Appreciation
Ming Jun 2020
My sneakers shuffled between soil and rocks
My ear drums half filled with
The tunes I select
With my very own fingertips
The other half
Delightful screaming of a happy family
I turned to my other half
And made known it was
A lovely day worth the mention
Not expecting any dialogue in return
Because in all actuality
There was no one there
My other half was me
I found Appreciation
Jun 2020 · 289
I Found Complacency
Ming Jun 2020
How much you weigh
Is how much you stand up on
How much you are
The weight of your being
Flesh
Skin
Bones
Blood
Without breath
Without movement
Planting one’s foot against
The ever moving conveyor
But without actually
Escalating
I found Complacency
What does it mean to be complacent to you?
Jun 2020 · 444
I Thank You, I Love You
Ming Jun 2020
In this cold hard chair
Uncomfortable
While I felt my bottoms pressed on it
You raised your hand
Offering me the gift of
Conversation
Like a present
I unwrapped it
Slowly
Carefully
Keeping the packaging unviolated
Every word rings
Like a music note that knows no rest
Every rest
Feels like an extension
Of a string that connects
One from another
Your eyes
I indulge
As we exchange glances
Words fall on deaf ears
I am all eyes
For this feeling
Falls under no categorisation
Maybe this is
Unambiguously
Unaltered love
I thank you
I love you
I thank you
I love you
Jun 2020 · 352
I Found Friendship
Ming Jun 2020
A decent ring
A report
A non verbal plead
An innocent agreement
The silence of a connection
It is quiet
It is un loud
It is peaceful
It is calm
As with waves crashing upon the shore
The next day
It was still there
No declaration
Without expectations
The shore was once again met
With the force of its waves
The next day
No declaration
No expectations
You were there
I found Friendship

— The End —