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falling autumn leaves
teaches art of letting go
time is the healer.
4/2/2021
Teaches you a lot in life,
A hungry  stomach,
Empty pockets and
A broken heart.
6/2/2021
 Feb 2021 Shaun Yee
Strying
Melodies are poetry,
you are poetry,
his eyes were poetry,
and my hands are made of words,
                                                            stanzas,
                                                                          and figurative language.
It's hard to breathe and not think of a poem.

"Dust if you must,"
but I will not.

I will live life,
as life is a poem.
And I won't stop until each word is written,
all the pages are used up,
and no stanzas are left to be finished.

No words left unsaid,
because an unfinished poem is like a life abandoned,
as is a guitar song cut off in the middle,
and his eyes losing their glisten.
^.^ have a great day
 Feb 2021 Shaun Yee
Strying
Peace
 Feb 2021 Shaun Yee
Strying
I wonder if when I die
Someone will find comfort in the poems I write
That when I reach a peace
They too can see some sort of calm in the distance

Like a withering light
A flickering spark
It's fleeting
But enough for you to walk through the tunnel.
I wish my poems to be found after I die, although it's kinda a violation of privacy since I don't write these in my own name, I want to make a difference in the world even if it's just through language.
I recently found an author named Sylvia Plath and im absolutely amazed, yall
should check her out :)
 Feb 2021 Shaun Yee
Lorraine day
Whats wanted isn't always needed
What's needed isn't always wanted
 Feb 2021 Shaun Yee
Thomas W Case
I know they look like sunrises and sunsets, but I was painting you.
When I painted all the rivers that lead to the oceans, and the glorious starry nights, and the flowers; the sublime orchids and the tender roses.
In the end
and from the beginning,
I was painting you.
Words
Written, spoken and heard
Give relieve
to
writer, speaker and listener.

But... they can also hurt.

Shell ✨🐚
It’s good to write down what you feel, it helps you cope.
It’s good to listen, you learn, help another.
It’s good to read, you learn
 Feb 2021 Shaun Yee
gabby
what is the difference
between the
flourescent stars
painted on my ceiling
and the ones
pinned to the sky?
both as dead,
both as lovely,
both as dependent
to the sun.
 Feb 2021 Shaun Yee
gabby
i don't need people.
the sun embraces me
everyday,
the salty waves
greet me at nights,
and the stars
dance beside me
with their disco light.

i find myself in
this quiet,honest,wild
world,
where every bird's song
and every wind blow
is playing in the
background.

nothing hurts me,
everything is just as it is.
another *poem* about how much i started to love nature in the last past weeks '_'
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