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ns Oct 2018
how can i be so fat

but still feel


ns Sep 2017
i used to have a candle in a dark room
and words were like moths
they thronged the glow of my flames
in the haunting darkness
that is my mind

ideas used to be like quicksand
once I set foot on the soft surface
it engulfs me whole
taking me to a different place
that is my imagination

i used to have a voice
i used to write in that voice
but i lost it
along with everything else
i didn't know what to do
i used other people's voices
i became a different person
for a piece of literature
i saw the world through the eyes of that person
i wrote in their voice
i lived their life

and i liked it
i didn't want to go back
the candle in my mind was nowhere to be seen
quicksands didn't take me anywhere special
they just made me sink
into darkness

after that
i just stopped writing

i lost my voice

but i have to find a new one

ns Feb 2017
The waves brush my toes
   to keep me away from the water
The sand tickles my feet,
   as the sun falls into deep slumber
The tress groan as its branches and the wind
   twirl around each other
All of these happened
   as I walk on a beach in a boring afternoon in summer.

The children's feet dropped to a beat
   as they stomped through the leaves on the ground,
The trees let the wind blow their leaves off
   as they turn from green to brown
The night grow longer and colder
   as the moon calls for winter to come
All of these happened
   in a peaceful day in autumn.

The Christmas lights blinked
   as merrily as the dancing of the icy cold winds
As the sun shies away from the ice covered towns,
   the moon grinned
The snow angels sand beautiful songs,
   as the lakes and rivers sparkle in glitter,
All of these happened
   in a white chilly winter.

The leaves start to grow back
   as the trees hummed to a sweet song to the hills,
As the sun cheers and smiles brightly,
   the blue sky remained still
The people greet each other on the pavements,
   as the new bird harmoniously sings
All of these happened
   in a calm and happy morning in spring.

ns Feb 2017
Let my tired heart rest
Let me sink into Mother Earth's breast
Touch me with your soft hands
Take my souls to an undiscovered land

Close my eyelids as I struggle to sleep
Sing me a song as the skies weep
Tell me stories of happiness and woe
All this I ask for you to bestow

My souls pleads for eternal peace
To cease the pain of my mind's disease
I cry and beg, 'please, end this now!'
Let us exchange our deadly vows

Death, O Death please come and take me away
This world does not want me hence I can no longer stay
Take me away to an unknown land
Save me from myself by touching me with your soft hand

ns Feb 2017
Father, father, please don't go
I have something to tell you that you don't know
I couldn't get past the wires and tubes between me and you
As your life slowly drains out of its colorful hue

Father, father, why did you go?
When all is unfinished and unresolved
I gave you my heart, but you never took it
You gave me life but now it's all crooked

Father, father, how can you leave?
How can we start over when our hearts are bleeding from the pain you weaved
I never told you I have always loved you, as you never did to me
I never told you I have forgiven you for everything you did to me

But father, father, please come back
Cradle me in your arms, mend my heart that you cracked
I want to be a child again, so we can all be fine
I love you, Father, because you were mine.

My father passed away last October.
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ns Mar 2016
Shake me, rattle me
Take this heart I dearly hold
In an empty vessel of a dark soul I sold

Shake me, rattle me
Do this one thing I propose
As I offer the last symphony to you, I shall compose

Through the darkness, through the night
I whisper wishes to the moonlight
That your shadow, that your light may come to sight

Through the darkness, through the night
A ghost sleeps, it sleeps tight
As humans haunt him in his dreams through the darkness up to daylight

So, shake me, rattle me
Wake me up, wake my poor soul
That of an empty vessel with a heart I dearly hold

And take me away from the darkness, from the night
Wake me up, wake me to the sweet sight of daylight

'Tis be the last symphony for you. I shall.compose
For I am no longer capable of keeping this heart I dearly hold

Through the darkness, through the night
Do this one thing I propose
Take my heart with you for it is now yours to hold

I have finally written a poem after 472891 years. I 'm sorry. This one *****.
ns Aug 2015
Do you remember me?
I am the ghost of your past
The maker of your future
The one that haunts you in the present


This is horrible. I'm sorry. I'm bad at this.
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