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ChinHooi Ng Jul 11
The light of the bank
makes me think I'm out of money
why is it so bright
the light of this consignment shop
the glow of the shampoo room
surprisingly reddish
street lights are okay
a little blankly and silly
car lights are too bright
speeding in the night
too much lights
i can't read them all
i look up
half a moonlight indistinct
the rift between something and nothing
moonlight tumbling from high places
sprinkled on rice stubble and haystack
on river water and mulberry tree
on the secluded dirt road
there's something hauled
into someone's dreamland.
Ahmad Attr Jun 30
20
Some say little memories die soon
So I kept a little diary with me
But recently I burned it
For you became the bookmarks of my life
Some say little memories die soon
But I remember these 20 days I've spent with you

From seeing you in my cashmere dreams
To in real life in front my weaving eyes
Little do you know, I write poems about you
‘’Sagittarius’’ as I called you
Now on the tongues of your friends
A love story never told
But nothing changed between us
I felt so lonely being alone with you

Where’s my darling on phone?
Where’s my darling on the paper?
I hear your name out of the mouths
Of these men, such popularity
Your own friends became your paparazzi
In this city never sleeping yet always dreaming
You were the only I could hear and see
Expectedly you became my swivel

I judged my day,
by how you talked to me
that is If you talked
for such a loud one in your twenties,
with me;
you are silent as little flame on the wick
leafless branches swaying in the wind

How much changed in these days
Expectations hurt, so I kept them low
Yet I am still in agony
How little changed in these days
Now I am back in my room
Still writing about you

Some say little memories die soon
I wish they did
Cashmere Dreams reference :hellopoetry.com/poem/4311865/cashmere-dreams/
Sagittarius reference :hellopoetry.com/poem/4308377/sagittarius/
ChinHooi Ng Jun 20
That year
we met
watching you smile
from afar
i dared not look back
that month
we started getting used to texting
on a daily basis
exchanging stories and banters
encouraging each other to go through
things we had to go through
that day
you said out of the blue
you decided to stop talking to me
cold turkey
i could not
that night
i saw some of ourselves
in some Makoto Shinkai movies
you and i
we could not go back it seemed
that moment
i let it happen
you and i became sudden
strangers.
Pravesh Rai Mar 19
one word which contains all the

emotions and phases,

A journey from where you are going to experience a

deep meaning of your existence ...

some are going to be loved and some are going to be a

part of someones hate.....

you may succeed you may fail ,

but life is not going to stop.

You are here to live, you have to feel..

but if you want a peace in your life just smile

in every situation and enjoy the different taste of fruit,

that life offers...!!
Nikkipopgun69 Mar 19
Some people be like dear diary
And I’m like hello poetry.
Here’s the story of my life.
Sometimes my life is filled with horror
But that’s just inside my mind....That has no honour .

I can’t sleep at night
I can’t eat
I always do what I want
If I get told to do one thing I’ll do another.
I’ve been here before playing the joker.

The voices in my head eat away at me every single second of the day.
Telling me I’m not good enough.
I just really want to feel okay.
And valued by the ones I love.

But how does someone let another in to fix what’s broken on the inside?
I will save my last lines for you
The final sentences
I will save for when we are alone
She always had an opinion

About the men she choose to entertain.

For her I’m one in a million

In her diary, I fit the description.

However; she can’t help but continue to

Run back to the villain who caused her pain

Because that’s the only man she’ll listen to.

She’s well educated, sophisticated, & independent

Yet, highly brilliant in being ignorant in choices.

A slave to her own prison

Who knows no boundaries to the poor decisions

Being made or how it’ll affect her condition.

Causing separation from soul to flesh or

Flesh to soul that’ll keep her head spinning

Minute after minute.

Eventually, those diary standards will vanish.

She will lose sight in that vision.

And that man [who’s me] will be re-wrapped

Like a gift, given to a new woman

Who will treat me like I’m her one in a million.
Blue Dreams
rig Mar 4
thing just in that could
it got i just april
mythical use i but
kinda conditions
spending words the hard
for about concept
enjoyed me 1144 an just
one a don’t we that year
won’t
(these are, in order, the first words in each line of page 36 of my diary. random-looking verse structure is based on a square template as this was first an instagram post.)
tranquil Feb 16
words are a boat trying to sail through
storms in my soul
maybe when it’s calm again
this boat docked in a hanger
would remind me of
an adventure long past
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